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[honorhearted]

@songandflame

Although accustomed to putting on an act, Benjamin was not used to the rampant filth, flirtatious jeers, and stench of ill repute found along these P.arisian docks. A leering woman with rotting, yellowed teeth all but fell into him and he jerked aside, tugging his coat in closer, lest he find himself robbed of his hard-earned coin.

This was a mistake, he thought. But no...L.afayette had insisted upon this area being prime for potential targets. Men became foolish in the arms of women -- sadly, Benjamin knew this from personal experience -- and attempting to breathe through his mouth to avoid the sour, suffocating stench of human waste, he quickened his step until he was in the heart of debauchery.

There were women all around him -- some young, some old, some robust, while others were barely standing. Benjamin pitied these poor waifs. Avoiding their eyes, if only to fight against his natural impulse to soothe, to aid, he faltered once he spotted a young woman with hair the color of bottled sunshine.

The sun... It hadn't been out in days, and helpless but to gravitate toward her equally crystalline eyes, Benjamin approached the woman with a nervous tremor to his step. He would never, ever debase a human being in such a way, and yet he forced himself to maintain the act as he lifted his coat, revealing a coin purse strapped to his hip. "I..." He cleared his throat, hating how damnably dry his mouth felt. "A moment of your time, Miss. Please?"

A wave of shame rushed over him -- most especially once the other women started catcalling how they were better or more suitable for his needs -- and grateful when she started leading him off toward what he presumed to be her chambers, he held his breath before offering, "My name is John... If you promise to do everything I say, I can guarantee a lot more than coin."

The name was a lie; he didn't yet know if this thin, ashen woman could be trusted -- and offering her what he hoped to be an appeasing smile, his heart knocked up into his throat once the door closed behind them with a loud and final click. "Ah..." Nervously, he reached inside his coat before presenting the coin purse. "Name your price, and I'll see if I can double it. What I've come calling for is unlike anything you're accustomed."

[penanceisthecure]

@daddymothxxx

Popping by the tower to try and catch a Valentino. Finally out of pajamas, wearing a nice romper because two piece attire is too much work with broken ribs.

Since they last saw him, they've gained a new less than welcome addition of obsidian-blue/black scales on their arms all the way from fingertip to elbow.

Their hair is a level 10 disaster.

Considered opening a rift to get inside, but out of respect for his wishes, they're instead talking to the doorman or whatever. Yes, hello, I have no appointment, I'd like to talk to Valentino. Please and thanks. Show me the mothman. He is my tito.

They did not actually say that he is their tito, they do not have that much gall.

[ladyintree]

@warpainte  [...] everything was supposed to go back to ‘normal’ now.     she won the election against the odds,  the blackmailer was dead and no longer threatening to dig up their past,    mikayla was out of town and no longer taunting tai with their a history that no longer felt like history,    and tai assumed with all the stresses put to rest,   that she was finally done sleepwalking again,   and she could brush it all off as a fluke.    it was just the stress of the election,  the blackmail,   the blast from the past,   nothing more,   nothing real to worry herself with.   the rest was supposed to be simple   —    there was no reason for her family not to return to her now,   so that tai could finally repair that piece of her life as if it were that simple,   not taking into account that simone had her reasons for staying away — even before what exposed what tai herself was not aware of happening in their own basement.

simone’s warning forced tai to face what she had been avoiding  —   that this wasn’t just as simple as sleepwalking over temporary chaos,   it wasn’t as simple as accidentally letting their dog out,   it wasn’t as simple as a waiting it out until it was all over,  for her family to return to her as if nothing happened,   like taissa wasn’t struggling and hadn’t betrayed them.     something darker was going on here,   something taissa has told herself for 25 years now that she didn’t ever believe in —-  so why is it here,    and what does it mean?    sammy’s doll,    a picture-perfect image of her son,    along with their pet dog,   topped off with a symbol that used to make her angry,   horrify her,   and give her some strange sense of hope all at once.   in some way,   she does know what it all means:    it means that she was right to tell her family to leave,   and it means that simone was right to want to keep sammy away,   and worst of all,   it means simone is right about tai being sick.   she’s not ready to face that,   not ready to face her. 

is this what you wanted?    the words play on repeat in her head,   only from a dream,   but when she looked at simone in that hospital bed,   it’s all she can think about.   simone had done nothing but support her over the years,   but the idea of her trying to get tai help made her feel trapped,   completely out of control of her own life,   and tai refused to listen,   only making it so much worse in the process.   she was fine before simone exposed the altar in the basement,   she was convincing herself she was thriving,   that she was finally back on track —-  but now,   ever since seeing it for herself,   she’s only spiraled more,   to the point where she’s barely standing on her own anymore,   barely conscious,   and making no commitment to wait here with her wife.

she doesn’t remember how she got here.   that should terrify her,   because it means she’s only losing more control,    but for a moment,   she’s not thinking about that.   she’s never been here before,   but she knows exactly where she is —-   standing in front of mikayla’s home,   moments away from knocking and facing her again after she’d said goodbye just a few days ago,   assuming it was forever.   it’s finally starting to hit her what she’s really doing:    she’s almost ready to admit that she needs help,   but not from the person who’s been offering it,   trying so hard to give it to her even when tai doesn’t deserve the support from her.   no,   she came here because she’s always been drawn to her,   the person who has helped her before,   even when she didn’t know how,   because she wasn’t trying to give her help in ways that tai found so debilitating.   she helped her because she understood her —-  which is something tai has never given her wife the opportunity to do,   because the way she’s presented herself since rescue has always been so calculated,   so much so that even she could convince herself that was who she really was.   being around mikayla again only reminded her that it wasn’t,   that she was always going to be the person she was out in that wilderness with her —-   so now she's here,   despite no real welcome,   despite no preparation,   despite no reason for mikayla to actually give her the time of day,   but with as much as she’s lost even after assuming her life was finally settled,   this is the only place that feels right to be.    

the person on mikayla’s doorstep is not the same woman she almost kissed nights ago.   while her confidence was already faltering that night,  it’s nothing compared to this —-   bags under her bloodshot eyes,   shoulders slumped,  hair a mess,  clothes disheveled.   the state senator elect is certainly a sight to see like this,   but one that mikayla will likely be able to understand all too well:    it’s the same sleep deprived,  panicked,  barely coherent girl she used chase through the wilderness many years ago.   tai isn’t considering what it will be like for mikayla to see her like this,   she’s not considering the fact that reaching out to her like this is entirely unfair given her refusal to do the same for all those years mikayla was in prison,   and she’s definitely not considering the fact that it could be her wife who answers the door instead.    all she’s thinking about is that she needs mikayla desousa.    it’s selfish,  inconsiderate,  but maybe brave,  too —  because as she reaches her hand up to knock on the door,   she suddenly freezes.   instead of knocking,   her hand moves back to her hair,   attempting to tame the curls before smoothing her sweater in front of her.   she clears her throat,   trying to recall the last time she brushed or teeth or changed her clothes — everything before getting off that train is a blur to her now,   and she realizes she’s entirely unprepared for this,   but it’s far too late to turn back now.   

she takes a deep breath, but her usual attempt to collect herself before a confrontation fails. she realizes now that there's nothing that can properly prepare her for this conversation, she can only hope that mikayla will understand without forcing it out of her — or worse, slamming the door in her face. she shrugs it off, because she led herself here for a reason, leaving behind the people she should have been catering to instead; it can't be for nothing. finally, she knocks on the door, the tired eyes lifting into something that's almost a hopeful smile as she waits for her.

the door opens, and her legs suddenly feel wobbly, her hand quickly reaching for the door frame just to hold herself steady. but her features contradict the rest of her exhausted body language, and she starts to smile upon seeing her, as if that's going to distract her from everything else that's wrong with her ( everything mikayla knows so intimately, even years later. ) tai makes no effort to try to explain herself, no attempt to make this any less weird than it is. all she does is give her a small nod, her voice innocently muttering a simple, ❝  hi. ❞

[mcflymemes]

use ask meme replies as starters. if starter calls stress you out, encourage your followers to send memes instead! that way you can pick and choose which meme suits you best, searching for the little sentence prompt in your inbox that most inspires you in the moment. at the same time, not every ask meme reply needs to be continued. sometimes they make better one-shots and drabbles, and that's okay! as long as you and your writing partners are having fun creating and telling stories together, that's all that matters!

[the-haunted-office]

Being the most popular room in the entire Office, the fourth floor employee lounge triples as a lounge, a kitchen, and a guest entertainment area. It boasts not only a fully-stocked kitchen with a plethora of up-to-date appliances, but also a large flat screen television and cabinets packed with DVDs and various gaming systems and their accompanying games. The Office residents love hanging out in there and bringing their guests into there to entertain as well.

Currently the floor is littered with what appear to be pancakes. Pancakes of all shapes and sizes, none of them particularly round, but all of them exactly not on a plate, ready to be eaten.

A few, one can't help but notice, have somehow managed to even find their way onto the ceiling, where they are impressively stuck there and don't appear to be ready to come down in a hurry.

Doomsday is at the stove, a pancake in a pan, the pan in her hands, her eyebrows drawn together in an unusually concentrated look on her face, one that would put a can of frozen grapefruit juice to shame.

"Come on, you piece of shit, come onnnnnnnn," she mutters pointedly at the pancake sitting in the pan...

...before tossing it up into the air with a quick shift of the pan, in what is supposed to be a motion meant to flip it over so as to catch it back into the pan to cook the other side.

The pancake instead ends up on the floor with a healthy little splat! among its other failed siblings.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, bravo, Doomsday, bra-vo," comes a taunting drawl over the Office speakers.

"Hey, fuck you, old man! At least I'm down here doing something with my time instead of sitting around up there on my ass all day, watching the monitors and finding shit the complain about!" Doom fires back, brandishing the still-hot pan at the ceiling.

"Yes, well, do enjoy yourself down there, you and your... 'doing something with your time'..."

Doom hauls off and throws the pan at the camera sitting in the corner up on the ceiling, shattering it. She's surprised when Cyrus doesn't come back on to immediately complain about that too. She goes over to retrieve the pan, shaking all the glass off it, flipping off the remains of the camera for good measure.

Whatever. She's not going to eat a single pancake until she gets one flipped into the pan like she's seen them do on TV, god damn it. She doesn't care how long it takes.

[agnessmadness]

"I'm still standing..after all this time.."

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. So... Like this for me to slip into your IMs to plot a Halloween themed thread? These could be regular verse threads or... entire AU's !! Some things on my wishlist that you can comment below to specify what we can plot about are:

Witchy AU - Our muses are Witches/Wizards; Scenario A) Taking place in an era where witchcraft is persecuted, our muses are in hiding from the community at large, but one muse refuses to stop using their magic to help others | Scenario B) Modern setting in which Witchcraft is a normal practice, even if not everyone possesses the gift (maybe one muse is magical and the other isn't?)

Vampire AU - Our muses are longtime friends, but little does one know, the other is a Vampire. Could be in a more modern setting or in an older era; Maybe one is a Vampire hunter? Lots of room for interesting stuff to happen!

Killer AU - Our muses share something in common: They're both victims of a serial killer's abduction. They work together to escape!

Lights Out - Regular setting; Our muses are minding their own business when suddenly, the lights go out; Alternatively, there's a raging storm outside that and our muses huddle by candlelight. In both scenarios does something nefarious begin to brew just beyond their inner circle: Could be a creature or regular person posing as a threat!

Haunted - Regular setting; Our muses visit someplace outside of their norm: A mountain lodge, A hotel, Air bnb, etc, but something strange is going on. There seems to be... a haunting ?! (Whether it's true or not, is up to the plot~)

Cursed AU - One of our muses becomes cursed due to whatever reason (object, person, etc); The curse can be a multitude of things: Transformative (muse gets turned into a werewolf, or a regular cat, or the opposite sex, etc), Health related (muse is slowly dying and it's a race to break the curse), or other physical alteration (muse is rendered mute, muse is made blind, etc).

These are just some I've personally thought about, but if you have anything in mind, let me know !! I just want something for the season~ These will be short threads!

[angelsdvsts]

have drafts i have to finish up.. but give this a ♡ & i'll reply to any opened starter of yours that catches my eyes ?!

[warspun]

open to: f 18+ plot: set anywhere from 1947-modern, just take your pick. captain vought (soldier boy) just saved your muse from a criminal act. they could be being robbed or anything that would have them get hurt. your girl should repay him and he's come to collect (;

captain vought is a man who gets what he wants, very rarely does someone say 'no' to him. and maybe it goes to his head a little more than he'd like to admit. especially when he rescues beautiful little things from imminent danger. he remembers the words, 'how could I ever repay you.' like some cliche hero flick where the hero and the dame always fell in love, the evil villain defeated in the end. but what happens when that hero's tale is not so cut and dry. where the hero is not the complete saint displayed ⸻ where he'd prefer acts of sexual depravity over love any day. maybe he'd grown cynical, he knew it is some deeper meaning: doesn't want to lose them to time, or some bullshit, like he's afraid to give his heart to some fully.

a bravado covers all of that shit shit up, just like the layers of his suit and helmet, figurative and literal protection. heavy boots carry him over the threshold of the door, fingerless crimson gloved hand pushing the door open, “what a lovely home you have.”

[savior-of-humanity]

I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before but anyways!

I've been thinking of rebranding my blog in terms of theme/url to better reflect the whole multi-muse nature of it (especially considering how currently it's very Master Chief-centric despite me barely roleplaying him at all as of late)

The only issues are that I'd have to tweak my theme, some of my graphics (mainly just the header for the dashboard/mobile view of my blog + the actual icon), and whip up a new promo. Which I can definitely do, it's just that the problem is I have zero ideas for what I want in terms of actual aesthetic, and I don't know if I can maintain the energy and attention span for long enough to finish it before I inevitably put it to the side and forget about it.

And I also don't really have any actual URL ideas either... like I have one but it's literally just adding an S to my url so that it's saviors-of-humanity. Which would work! But also I'm worried it might cause confusion for people trying to find my tag(s) or find my blog or whatever.

[thearcherbrothersx]

About Marcus / open to f / Your muse is either a casual thief, someone who just got curious and figured one or two precious pieces wouldn't be missed, or maybe she's a professional - up to you. Either way, Marcus catches her redhanded and fun ensues.

“I’d get my hands off of those if I were you.” Marcus leaned against the door frame to the large bedroom, effectively blocking her exit. The bedroom was on the second floor, and there were guards prowling the gardens just as he kept an eye on the inside of the party, so crawling out the window wouldn’t be the smartest plan either. His eyes travelled her slowly before making their way to her face, a brow arching slightly in challenge. “The lady of the house is somewhat fond of her jewellery, you see,” he pointed out, nodding towards the box the greedy little thief had already dug her hand into. Now, Marcus could commend a job well done, but she’d literally gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar, so he had very little in the way of sympathies. Not that he ever did, but at least if she hadn’t gotten caught, she wouldn’t have had to deal with it.

[lucyxquinnxfabray]

I know that technically, we're closer to the start of the school year, but can Christmas break please hurry up? I'm up to three cups of coffee a day dealing with all their drama. Somehow, I don't remember being quite this... difficult in high school.

[painfools]

" long time no see, stranger. " seems like they keep drifting further and further apart. last night, he felt so desperate to prove that he can stay away from her, that he gave serious consideration to the idea of finding a girlfriend. pauses the task at hand, tossing his wrench back into its designated toolbox. " i'm probably to blame for that. " has been avoiding her, too consumed by the thought of her being in love with her boyfriend for real this time. " but i wanted to let you call the shots, decide when it was okay for us to talk again. " / @svftlove

[radioiaci]

rare starter call before I go sleep. like this post for a 1-2 para starter from alastor. not limited to just mutuals or to new or old followers. anyone can like. capping at 5 to start. new OCs may need to wait longer so I can take a look at your blog first. multi-muses pls specify in the replies. remember that I don't insta-ship and alastor is not open for new contracts. ok that's it!

[biitchcakes]

i know i've been posting character study / just regular old comic panels lately, but i'm hoping to have the time ( and Brain Power™️ ) next week to actually do some writing on my writing blog 😌

[doublejango]

Hello! I read your post on being present in roleplaying and it got me curious as I've never done it myself (outside of drama improv, if that even counts, lol), but it's always felt like a formative staple in fandom community even though I've never really understood it.

I wanted to ask a couple of questions if that's okay. Namely, what actually is roleplaying, what it's like, and where one can find a community to try it out.

Otherwise, I thought your post was really good as it also applies to OCs in novels and experiencing real life, so if all else, we can just leave it at that, lol

Aw hi! And thank you, this was so sweet!!!

I mean, I am not an expert on RP or anything, I've only been back on Tumblr since February. I'm also absolutely not an expert on writing, just an enthusiastic lover of spilling words onto the page, so take everything with a grain of salt <3

Roleplaying is basically just shared storytelling. It can take a lot of forms--like LARP, which stands for Live Action Role Play, or tabletop games like D&D. With those, it is a lot like improv acting, I imagine. You have a character, you have parameters, and you shape the story by acting things out as you go--no plan, no script, just doing what feels right for your character while also working to build the "Yes, And" vibes.

Written RP is a lot like that. At least, to me it feels a lot like that. It feels like a game where we both pick our favorite characters and our favorite writing styles, then dive in hard. Maybe we explore whatever aspects of canon (if one or both of us is a canon character) left us howling and sobbing. Maybe we mix worlds--like Blitz hanging out with Cardan, from the Folk of the Air series. Maybe we just become absolute crack monsters. Whatever we do with it, it's essentially collaborative storytelling built on respect of each other's preferences and needs, and love of not just the results, but the process. It's fun, it's like--making a really satisfying with (usually) just one other person.

On tumblr, you can often find roleplaying communities (or RPCs) for just about anything just by checking for relevant tags, like helluva boss rp for me. If there's something you love, there's probably an RPC for it, and if not? There's usually someone who will be interested in checking your character out and talking about inspiration with you.

A lot of RPers--most, from what I have seen--will have a pinned post on their blog that communicates their rules/preferences. For example, since my character is a filth-goblin and a violent little feral monster, I am not okay with the idea of interacting with minors, so I put that in my rules. I'm also very anti-censorship and shaming, so that's in my rules, too. Whatever is most important to you, whatever you know you won't be able to handle in an RP partner, put that in your rules post. If you find the RPC tags for a fandom you like (and Tumblr will often help you with this by promoting other posts and blogs similar to the things you search for, once it figures out that's what you like), you can find roleplayers' blogs and check their rules out to get an idea of what sort of things might be most common, what sort of things other players seem to hope to find in rules.

If the idea of digging into tags overwhelms you, or you take a look around and decide nope, Tumblr RP is not for me, but I still want to try written RP, you can also look for blogs that are designed to help people meet so they can write together, often on Discord. @rphunter is an excellent example of those blogs and can be a great place to start, or even just a way to start seeing how people talk about RP.

TL;DR -- It's like creating fanfiction together (or original fiction, sometimes!), because we love the game, respect each other, and are cheerful nerds who just like to play. Roleplay is a very social hobby, and a lot of fun! If you're curious about it, I hope you give it a try! And hey I may be slow about answering questions, and may just babble and be the worst source ever, but I will always try <3 So please never feel bad for asking.