#inimitable verse

[deniigi]

do you ever see yourself coming back to write team red? I don't mean to make you feel bad if not, I get that sometimes as a writer if the interest isn't there then stuff doesn't get written. I just wanted to let you know I love your marvel fics, especially your matt and peter, and if you ever did decide to post there again you will have a fan.

I think about it all the time!

The other day I was thinking about how I would write Peter Parker now that I've grown beyond the Peter in Inimitable.

The issue is that I don't know how to write these characters anymore.

There's like this cognitive dissonance for me between the version of these characters that I spent years establishing, the way that I established them, and the way that I think and write now.

Like one of the things I find rather difficult about Team Red and the way I wrote them before is the prevalence of my use of words like 'idiot' and 'moron.'

I find those terms ableist now and I avoid using them as much as possible. Reading them in the old work is hard; I won't change them because 1) I have better things to do with my life than to scroll through 100 fics to change single words and 2) like the reality is that that is who I was when I wrote them. Those were the biases of the author seeping into the art.

It seems like such a little thing, but it's just an example of how that characterization of Team Red, the threads of chaos and unpredictability and constantly sort of diminishing the other's intelligence or making fun of it doesn't really vibe with who I am now and what I want my work to do.

So that kind of thing keeps stopping me when I try to write Team Red and any of its members.

I'm sure there is a way to do it.

I'm sure that the version of Team Red I could write now would be super interesting and, I hope, more artistically developed. The quality of my writing certainly has increased.

But there is just this stumbling block of like, an audience who expects a certain type of Team Red from me and my inability and refusal to write the same people and way that I did before.

I recognize this is convoluted and mostly in my head, but it's the most honest answer I can give.

Here's to hoping, however. I'll never say never.

[gctawaygirl]

open: slightly younger f muse: victor russo (27) plot: best friend's little sister, already secretly dating or secret feelings yet to be revealed

victor loved coming home for the holidays. he spent such long days researching for his phd and working for his assigned professor that having any kind of break was heaven. however, two weeks of no lectures and no long, tedious books was tenfold. he got to see his mom and he got to spend some time with his second family. his best friend stefan and his family has always welcomed him in and that was why he always spent a few days of any visit home staying with them. stefan let him in but had a "thing" he had to take care of so victor was left to unpack. he easily found the guest room, lovingly known as his room whenever he made plans to come home when he heard footsteps approach the door. he turned and smiled when he saw stefan's younger sister, "hey you," he greeted, stepping forward.

[kraviolis]

one concept that will forever live in my mind rent free is the concept of spider-people that were never bit by a spider. theyre just regular humans that chose to be spider-man. they chose to take this great responsibility onto their fragile shoulders because helping others is just that important to them.

[gctawaygirl]

open to : m / f / nb muse : camille fairburn plot : a little drunken escapade after a long day at work. cam is giggly and happy and your muse is whatever you want. can be platonic or romantic.

"hey, hey, hey! come back here!" cam protested, her glass chasing after theirs, "it's bad luck to not clink glasses during a cheers, our glasses didn't clink!" she whined and giggled at the same time, "you don't want bad luck, do you?"

[peatbogpirate]

Polar comic of the day :)

From the diary of Thomas Orde-Lees, June 23rd 1916: “Last night's concert was voted a great success. […] I wish I had space at my disposal to quote not only the whole program but also the individual "turns" in full. Hussey obliged with his inimitable recitations with a very good humoured sally at me. Macklin recited some carefully written verse referring in scathing terms to my unfortunate nut-food sugar bargain. Even his best friends and my worst ones voted it in bad taste and quite out of place on this auspicious occasion [...]"

….but here’s what REALLY went down (apparently this was a thing in camp rock but I have not seen that. so you get the mid 2000s british playground taunt version)

[gctawaygirl]

open : m only muse: allegra hadley (24) plot : allegra and your muse are from rival mob families and they are being married off to create an alliance but allegra is in a secret relationship with somebody else a douchebag. living together during their engagement, allegra and your muse have hooked up once or twice maybe lowkey falling in love but not necessary and her secret boyfriend found out. he did not take it well and allegra has just come home after this interaction.

allegra was a mess. as she walked up the steps to her apartment, she hoped that her fiance wasn’t home or he was in bed. If he wasn’t around or out cold, she would be able to clean herself up. she could throw a load of washing on to hide the evidence of blood off her clothes and take a shower to get it off her face. she could patch herself up and would have time to get a story straight if he asked - and he would ask. stopping at the door, allegra looked at her phone to check the time. 2am. surely he was asleep. she caught a glimpse of her reflection on her phone through teary eyes. her right eye was swelling with a bruise and it extended along her cheekbone where there was a still-bleeding cut and also onto her nose. she also caught sight of the hickey on her neck that had set her secret lover off to begin with. how could she have been so stupid? putting the phone back in her pocket and pulling her jacket over her top to hide the blood, she unlocked her door and stepped inside. After she’d locked the door, she turned and gasped. of course, he wasn’t asleep.

[gctawaygirl]

open : slight older m muse : bailey mccoy plot : bailey promised to keep her bff's protective, older brother (your muse) busy so bff can spend midnight of new year's eve with her new boyfriend. in a moment of panic, she can only come up with one solution (this can literally go in any direction, go wild)

"i'm sure she just ran into someone," bailey reassured him as he looked around for his sister, her best friend. she was doing her duty as the best friend to help her get a romantic evening. however, the older man was not falling for distractions of the conversational kind, especially as it got closer to midnight. they were down to the last minute and he had decided to go look for her, "wait!" bailey exclaimed and grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands. before she could even think about it, she had pulled him in for a kiss. she did so just as the countdown started and the kiss lasted until it was over and everyone was cheering. she pulled away and smiled awkwardly and almost apologetically, "happy new year?" she phrased it as a question, almost as an explanation for the kiss. she had been hoping it was enough of a distraction but her mind was also now flooded with how good the kiss had been.

[gctawaygirl]

open : f only muse: zara wilder (25, lesbian) plot : zara is staying with her best friend for the holidays and some relatives are over. zara and her bff are watching movie and the bff's mom/sister/aunt/cousin joins them. when her bff falls asleep, who know what they could get up? anything from fluffy cute kissing to pure filth, go wild!

it was fairly dark in the room aside from the lights coming from the screen. even still, zara could see that her best friend had fallen asleep. if it weren't for the closed eyes, the light snoring gave it away. she glanced over at the other's relative sitting ona nearby armchair, "and then there were two," she said with a slight life. zara moved the pillow from her lap, showing off her nearly bare legs, the only parts covered by her pale blue pajama shorts. she reached for a blanket and put it over her friend carefully, "i guess she was tired."

[gctawaygirl]

open: m/f/nb single parent muse: april marchant (30) plots: first meeting, romantic or platonic (potential for long term plotting/multiple threads)

april was trying to sleep. or she had tried to sleep about an hour ago. now she was baking in the early hours of the morning because she couldn't sleep. she had hoped that it would tire her out enough to actually fall asleep despite the crying baby next door. damn these thin walls. she knew that as soon as she could afford a better place, thicker walls would be on her list of requirements. as she pulled a batch of cookies out of the oven and put them on a cooling rack, the crying got louder. it appeared the baby had been brought out into the corridor. enough was enough. april was not someone who kicked up a fuss but this was too much. she turned the oven off and made her way to the door of her apartment, throwing it open and opening her mouth to say her piece. then she was stopped by what she saw. a person with very dark circles under their eyes, someone very clearly struggling with a crying baby in their arms.

[gctawaygirl]

open : everyone muse : scarlett monroe (29, pansexual) plot : scarlett is opening up an art gallary, her dream in life, and your muse is her best friend who is attending the opening to support her. they both indulge in the free champagne and at the end of the night, they go home together for an after party and... stuff happens.

"ugh, i hate this dress," scarlett muttered as she stumbled into her flat, leaving the door open for her best friend to follow. she haphazardly kicked off her nice heels - her only appropriate pair - and tried to reach for the zip on the back of the nice but tight dress she had on. she wasn't really a dress type, unless it was for a special occasion and tonight was that. she turned to the other, suddenly grinning in her tipsy state, "we should have gin!" she suggested, "or tequila."

[21fructidor]

Salut et fraternité !!

It is with the greatest delight that I, Fabre d'Églantine, grace this curious medium with my presence. Playwright, poet, politician—the titles bestowed upon me are as numerous as the admirers who weep at my tragedies and swoon at my prose! And yet, I am, above all, an artist of words, a craftsman of sentiment, a connoisseur of beauty, and—most importantly—a man who appreciates the finer things in life.

Should you wish to write to me, I shall indulge you as time and whim allow. Those with an appreciation for art, beauty, and eloquence shall find a most generous correspondent in me, and should you wish to discuss the virtues of the Révolution, I am, as ever, prepared to lend my voice to the cause of liberty, let us not pretend that politics is anything other than theater in its most tragic form.

However, let it be known dullards, bureaucrats, and unrepentant bores need not apply—I have spent enough time in the National Convention to recognize (and ignore) tedium when I see it.

Write to me, amuse me, flatter me— and in return, I shall provide you with insight, verse, and perhaps a fleeting taste of my genius.

Votre dévoué et inimitable,

Citizen Fabre d’Églantine

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> I think I have a problem. > Yet another roleplay account has been unleashed upon you poor unfortunate souls! This time, I present to you Fabre d’Églantine, aka the guy who named the months of the Republican Calendar, wrote "Il pleut, il pleut, bergère," and definitely thought he was the most charming man in France (which I consider myself to be as well, even though I don't live in France.) > I try to be as true to form as possible with all of my portrayals, yet I am not free from fault (as difficult as that may be to believe)!! I often create these accounts with the object of learning as I go, so apologies if I get something wrong or miss something !! > This blog is ran on EST / GMT-5

Tag directory ──

✦ #Fabre et la scène — Fabre’s responses to letters and inquiries.

✦ #Correspondances révolutionnaires — Interactions with his fellow revolutionaries.

✦ #l'Autre Monde — Interactions with non-French Revolution historical figures.

+++ Coming soon!!

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : requested a starter via ask meme @storyofwhoiam muse : harold thorne (47, heterosexual) plot : ❝ if you're feeling down, i can feel you up. ❞

harold's day at work had not gone well. they had lost quite a bit of money today and somehow clients were unhappy. when he returned home, allie had noticed, obviously. otherwise she wouldn't have said what she did. he sat down on his armchair and looked over at her, eyebrows raised, "go on then," he said, "i am, in fact, feeling down."

[gctawaygirl]

open : m / nb muse : april marchant (30) plot : after a night of drinking together, april and your muse drunkenly confess their feelings for each other (april has had them for years, up to you for your muse) and spent the night together. the next morning, while nursing hangovers, they talk about the night before (and also do some not talking 😈). inspired by this and this.

april woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. it was her best friend's. she had slept in this bed before, not with him in it, but she recognised it easily. her head pounding, it took her a moment to remember why she was there. when it came back to her, she smiled and reached out across the bed. he was not there. her smile dropped and she frowned, sitting up. she heard sounds from the direction of the kitchen so jumped out of bed and picked up the nearest shirt - his shirt. she slipped it on and buttoned it up a little, just enough to keep her from being exposed. she walked into the kitchen, running a hand through her hair and smiling at the sight of him, "good morning," she said, her voice slightly croaky, "are you... cooking?" she asked, head tilted in surprise.

[gctawaygirl]

"i'll make us something," wesley said, pulling out some ingredients and pans to make some dinner. he was glad he had decided on an open-plan kitchen and living room if only so that he could watch her sit with his son, "it was pretty good. pretty quiet crime-wise, for the forensic side of it anyway so that's good," he explained, "what about you?"

Lexie smiled warmly as he kissed her forehead, adjusting the baby once he kissed him. Following him to the kitchen, she shrugged. "I could eat." She replied, bouncing the baby a little. She had never imagined falling for a man with a baby, and a young baby at that. But not only did she fall in love with Wesley, she fell in love with his son as well. "So how was your day?"

[gctawaygirl]

open starter : slightly older m muse : jasmine baker (23, heterosexual) plot : abandoned by her friends at the club, jasmine is hit on by some creeps and is rescued by a scary-looking older guy (who's actually a teddy bear) who pretends to be her boyfriend and they end up going home together (either to hook up or bc he walks her home)

jasmine didn't know why she did this. every time she went out with her friends, she ended up sitting by herself. she was happy to drink a little and dance with them but when they started dancing with prospective partners for the night, she stuck out like a sore thumb and ended up at the bar by herself. maybe she needed to get new friends... as she sipped on her drink, a man came up to her with a strange smile on his face, "hey sweet thing," he greeted and jasmine's entire body tensed up. "sorry, i'm not interested," she replied but this guy seemed persistent.

[bluexeyedkaiba]

I am the one thing in life I can CONTROL  I am inimitable, I am an ORIGINAL  I’m not falling behind or running L A T E I’m not standing still; I am lying in W A I T 

Indie, multi-verse/crossover/multi-ship friendly RP blog of your favourite CEO. Mostly dub-based with canon divergences & intended for 21+ Established since 2012 (revamped in 2018) by Hailee (she/her 30+)