#innsaeid

[vihrago-a]

@innsaeid , cont from here.

one day , her temper was going to get the best of her. she always spoke before actually thinking about what words she should say. verena does stumble and the sudden grip on her arm startles her. she’s quick to thrash it out of the strangers grasp and grit her teeth at the liquor that had been spilled on her. cool it verena , it was an accident and he’s probably super tipsy — dont explode. but of course thats not what comes out of her mouth. “ i dont need to thank you , just watch where you’re going , pinche cabrón. i dont want another drink and you probably dont need another one either. ” the expletive in her mother tongue was spoken much quieter than the rest of her phrase because she really didn’t want to start a fight but wanted to voice her irritation. now she just wanted to go home and change her shirt. or just sleep. sleep sounded fantastic right now instead of dealing with some guy who probably wanted a piece of her whilst heavily intoxicated.

[hauntsect]

❥ ❝ do you do this often? ❞ @innsaeid 's Jesse ↩

"Hm? Oh!" He glances over the bloodied scalpel and coat before tossing the tool back on the tray and offering a wide smile to the unexpected visitor.

"Dissection training? Yes! I need to keep my techniques optimized, after all." A last look at the poor small animal he had just ripped open as he pauses in thought before his eyes widen, a small giggle escaping him. Of course Jesse wasn't here to watch him dissect!

"Though, I guess not as a date! My apologies, I did not mean to make our meeting a little unconventional." Removing transparent gloves, the Monarch outstretches a pale hand towards the other to shake. "It's a delight to see you again, sir. Did we have an encounter scheduled or did you miss my presence that much?"

[detnu-a-h]

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

Questions for the mun!

Around here and from MW (reboot), hooh boy... I thought of either throwing myself towards my fave characters from this reboot: Alex and Price. I stopped myself because, well, I feel my interpretation of them is vastly different than most people or like some nuances of my portrayal are a little divergent so I didn't want to make some dissonance. Ghost was, of course, another choice but I was sure there were plenty of Ghosts around, no need for me to also add to that. I am unsure, but maybe once the continuation to MW comes, maybe I will want to try Makarov, depending on how they portray him this time around. I also do like Roach a bit and also wanted to roleplay as E3N (since I adore him to bits, I know he's not from MW lol) but... Ah, too many characters, I can barely maintain one lmao.

I AM A SHIPPING FIEND! I AM IN LOVE WITH EVERY TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP as long as the characters involved have the chance to grow and learn and sometimes just live. If it feels alive and if it's a fun time for the muns involved and stuff, I am so down and invested. But, of course, I adore romantic relationships the most, feels like you can develop a lot of a character with it and connect others with them, it makes for interesting dynamics that oftentimes could be missed. But also, I adore familial (found family included, of course) and platonic relationships, lots of great dynamics that can spring out of nowhere and make for such strong and amazing bonds, I love the idea... I haven't really had the chance to develop antagonistic relationships from what I recall, but they sound so interesting, too. I love them all so I'm always down to explore!

[warformed]

⠀PRICE ⠀& ⠀JESSE ⠀FROM ⠀HERE ⠀@innsaeid.

[ MSG: Jesse ]: Jesse.

[ MSG: Jesse ]: I’m not alone tonight.

[ MSG: Jesse ]: I have my hand :).

[ MSG: Jesse ]: Don’t make me report you to Laswell.

[cmdrgraves]

⠀ ⠀ NICO ⠀& ⠀PHILLIP ⠀: ⠀FROM ⠀HERE. ⠀( @innsaeid )

he’s never quite met anyone like this before. someone so willing to follow him around. like a lost puppy, indeed. even the new recruits at his company knew better than to follow him around. graves, as their commander, was there to make sure they were well enough trained to not die out on the job, to be able to protect themselves. yes, he took the time to make sure he knew their lives in detail, paying attention to every little thing they told him, it was not returned. in fact, none of the shadow company could even recall if they knew their commanders birthday. they didn’t. while he isn’t privy to being called attractive, the sudden or it make his cheeks darkness a shade and he has to clear his throat, “ right. i’ll take your word for that. ” he says dryly, his eyes whirling around the room they’re walking in. he notes, however, that there are others standing by, watching. they’re not his men, and he is quick to confirm, they work with nico, causing a frown to be etched onto the man’s lips. it doesn’t help that the others are watching, turning their heads to talk, and graves isn’t liking this. not at all. so, in one sharp move, he is turning to face nico, stepping closer and closer until he is backed into a wall, he speaks lowly, so only they can hear, “ listen, i don’t know what sort of game you’re playing, but whatever it is? stop it. you’ve had your fun now. ” graves is use to be the talk, the gossip. the asshole. he doesn’t want that, not this time. he wants to keep his head down and get this fuckin’ job done.

[warfared]

big heads up: sorry for everything being moved around so much but i think i'm going to combine this blog with @innsaeid. i'm not sure what url i should use - i may make a poll or come up with a new url. i'm gettin' big antsy about having my muses so spread out. may or may not add my other three blogs (spiderpunkt, starscapism, boywar) as well.

[etiolatie]

#𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄 -- low activity, selective, mutuals-only, 18+ roleplay blog starring 𝐈𝐎 from call of duty: modern warfare 2 -- an agent of 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋. penned by elliott (20, he/him). please read my doc before interacting.

entwined with the canon of @detnu-a-h / @hauntsect

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[vihrago-a]

“ you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually ,  right ? ” ( sasha > verena )

it was an accident. that was what she had to remind herself. but nothing could stop the fear and panic rising in her throat , threatening to swallow her whole. her heart raced a thousand miles a minute and nearly beat out of her chest. a small bead of sweat rolled down her temple. hands clammy , mouth dry. breathe. breathe. he isn't going to hurt you. you're safe. sasha had come up behind her and placed his hand on her upper back ⸻ dangerously close to the back of her neck. it was where the tattoo was. something she'd always managed to keep covered. verena never managed to get it removed and had been meaning to. but every time she thought about it , she ended up keeled over the toilet out of pure anxiety. that symbolized a time where she was owned and chained like a dog in a cage. unable to escape what bound her. the moment he had touched her she had immediately flinched away and shrunk. appear smaller and he will leave you alone. it was all accompanied by her uncanny silence , a stark difference from moments ago where they were having friendly bickering. ❝ we can talk about it when you talk about how you got that scar. we're even. ❞ her voice cracks and the facade of her being strong instantly shatters. he would be able to tell that this affected her more than she let on. she turns and her gaze flickers down to his stomach , then back up to his eyes. they were slightly glazed over. tears that never came.

[hauntsect]

❥ ❝The scene continues with...❞ @innsaeid ‘s Jesse ↩

[ TXT: 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦 ] Believe me, the pleasure was all mine! (✿◦’ᴗ˘◦)♡ [ TXT: 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦 ] Surreal? (•ﾟдﾟ•) It takes him a bit to reply... [ TXT: 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦 ] I do not think so, no. ┐(ﾟ～ﾟ)┌ I'm a very regular man. [ TXT: 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦 ] So I seemed "surreal" to you? [ TXT: 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦 ] In a good way, I'm assuming. Right? ( ◡‿◡ *) [ TXT: 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦 ] You wouldn't think badly of me, would you?

[detnu-a-h]

[ Extracting Transmission from: {König (@innsaeid)} Continued ]

As soon as he sees the phone light up, his hands reach over to it, the vibration continuing for a little bit until the other was done with their messages... At first, he assumes it could've been a random barrage of notifications. Soon, though, he notices the codename sitting over his unopened messages. König, awake at this hour, and texting him? Something had happened, Atom assumed.

[ TEXT: King Bear ] I am awake. [ TEXT: King Bear ] You can talk to me. [ TEXT: King Bear ] Did something happen? [ TEXT: King Bear ] You don't usually text me. Do you need company?

[cmdrgraves]

⠀ ⠀ NICO ⠀& ⠀PHILLIP ⠀: ⠀FROM ⠀HERE. ( @innsaeid )

with a sleek roll of his shoulders, his position is shifted, and he is peering at the back of a man’s head, finger hovering above the trigger as he waits for the private’s call. one, two, three. the bodies fall down in unison, and the only sign that graves is even satisfied with the outcome, is a small hum leaving his lips. he does another once over, making sure there are no others before he shifts, slowly beginning to crawl his way to the next position. the mud already coating his arms and legs, the rain not making it much better. only then does he begin to talk again, “ i thought i told you not to call me that, private. ” he responds to his earlier statement, having been preoccupied with something else, he only answers now, “ also the only spark between us is going be if we blow somethin’ up together. y’know? boom. ” he wouldn’t actually be opposed to the idea – he does like blowing things up. with his next comment, he glances up to the heavens, only to have a particular large drop of water hit his cheek. not only are they going to be drenched, they will stink of rainwater and mud for at least a day or two. of course, nico takes this as another opportunity to flirt. why is he surprised? “ listen, amigo, the only shower you’re going to be having, is a cold one. ” nico: 0, graves: 2. his attempt to flirt still has not worked. at last though, if he keeps at it, he might actually succeed.

[warfared]

hello fellow roleplayers, check out this post for some context. if the third option gets the most votes i may or may not make another poll with some new url ideas. please vote if you see this!

[vihrago-a]

she was probably one of the strangest people in the room , opting to wear shades inside. who did that? odd people , that's who. for her it was because of a physical reason ⸻ and for the sheer fact that a person's eyes can tell you everything even if they didn't say a single word. it'll be more difficult to read someone if you can't see an essential part of their face. body language can only go so far. verena is opting to restrain herself for the most part. her nails are digging into the palms of her hands in an effort to keep her cool. she was already on edge being in such a packed and crowded place with people who didn't know personal space and keeping their hands to themselves. this wasn't helping either. ❛ no. and you can get to know me once you can handle your liquor and not spill it on someone. now fuck off before this turns into a different sort of conversation. ❜ she was itching to punch someone. an opportunity was just out of reach.

there's definitely swearing in the spanish she's saying. ( spanish. it is spanish, right? these romantic languages are all confusing. ) fortunately, he's in a good mood — there are eyes on him, and when he glances up he can spot his father's henchmen keeping an eye on him, ready to strike if he so commands it.

" are you sure? только один, just one, i'd love to get to know you. " he hasn't gotten any action tonight, and it's sort of starting to bother him. who wouldn't want a piece of him? he's content to sulk in the vip room for the rest of the night instead, but still.

and, well... call him what you want, but she's already so interesting, and all she's really done is spit fire at him. not that he particularly minds. he loves a woman with spirit.

[hauntsect]

❥ ❝ you’re not what i expected. ❞ @innsaeid 's Jesse ↩

Their meeting had been slightly unprecedented, though not unwelcomed. Hyles was one to appreciate any meeting, no matter how big or small... Much more so if it meant potentially increasing the betterment of the facility, forging what he thought could be allied fronts.

Yet, when he hears the man's comment, he curiously tilts his head. Not what he expected, did he expect anything, anyone at all? Come to think of it, seeing the man donning a full cowboy attire was something he himself did not expect approaching through those doors. It was a healthy mix of... many strange traits Hyles wouldn't have imagined seeing a singular person possess. Were those eyes heterochromatic, too?

"Oh? Did you imagine a soldier would welcome you? I myself did not expect someone with your style, if I am honest. Not that I am complaining, somehow it suits you..." And it interests him, after all, he was probably hiding many a thing he wouldn't mind dissecting.

[hauntsect]

❥ ❝ The scene continues with... ❞ @innsaeid 's Daniil ↩

The air is stagnant and peaceful, as if there was no sense of urgency in their general line of work. Daniil was a man on a constant mission, in a land far away from his own. And he was constantly working on creating, in a place he might as well call home. Despite his interest in his work and what he could achieve with it, taking a rest from it all was enticing when it meant he could interact with an ally such as this one.

Daniil was unlike the people he was usually surrounded with, hearing him talk was enough to amuse him, something which shouldn't have come as easy. His eyes are set upon the swirling tea over his cup, the intricate details of the piece had already brought a discreet smile to his face. Why, it was almost as pleasant as the Captain before him. Words come and his gaze lifts.

"I think it is rather interesting... Has there been no development whatsoever? It seems that goose is a very slippery one." Despite the other's aim at continuing further away from the subject, he can't help but want to pry. Finally nodding at the question, he leans over moving his hand with the cup closer to the other man. "Yes, please. You have excellent tastes, a second serving would be greatly appreciated."

[hauntsect]

❥ ❝ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❞ @innsaeid 's Daniil ↩

The words uttered are not lost on him even if, initially, he does not move. The moment the sentence is over, he feels a shiver of delight trace down his spine as he finally, slowly lifts his head towards the captain in front of him. His otherwise vacant expression shows a sickly sweet void, lips lifting for a softened smile.

"Well, I did not think you'd have such an interest for a simple man of science... A pleasant surprise." Or maybe, the man was just not that picky? Regardless, it was an enjoyable line of conversation, an interest he would not let go to waste. So, he stands from his seat, deciding to walk over the other, crossing hands. While tilting his head, he nods.

"Why not act upon the desire? After all you've provided for us, it's only natural we'd have to give something in return. --But only if you give me the chance to sink my teeth into at least a singular part of you. Does that sound plausible?"