#likemosaic

[etruatcaelum]

[ @likemosaic | coco // salem ]

Darkness falls before Salem gathers the will to ascend from the subterranean chambers again, leaving Cinder to her fitful and feverish rest. She isn’t certain how long, from mid-morning to the night or whether days might have spilled unnoticed through her fingers while she worked, but the hour must be late enough for even Arthur to have gone to bed. The house is still and almost, almost all asleep.

Save one among her three new… guests. They crowd close to each other in the north gallery: two auras tense but dimmed by slumber and a third scratching fear into the walls. Salem pauses at the top of the stairs with half a mind to wake—Hazel, she supposes, is the one she’d expect to have taken the initiative—to express her displeasure. But practical consideration overrules that small impulse to be petty, and she sets off to the gallery herself.

Cinder had asked to take on an apprentice. One. Perhaps Salem should have clarified that her forbearance wasn’t an open invitation for Cinder to begin collecting, but… well. There is nothing to be done about it now.

She walks the pitch-dark halls in absolute silence, footsteps unerring—even the vestigial habit of discomfort in blindness has long since decayed from her—but her mind still wandering the caverns below. (Silver eyes. Tension passes over her in a wave, hands clenching and unclenching with impotent rage. Guarding his fortress with ever-younger children–)

Enough. What’s done is done.

Jaw tight, Salem prowls into the gallery. Moonlight bleeds through the high windows, stained in bruised and sanguine hues by the colored glass; Cinder’s little accomplices have taken shelter in one of the shadowed alcoves beneath the windows. Terror scabs over the old stones, thorny.

Her lips thin. She folds her arms behind her back as she scrutinizes the rigid lines of the girl’s posture, the two sleeping forms huddled in deeper shadow behind her. “There are,” Salem says at last, flatly, “bedrooms in my house, you realize.”

[wintereign]

3 & 5 for the mun meme!

mun asks - accepting!

#3 Who was your first muse? Are we talking about when I first discovered RP? Or when I actually really got into it and wrote? Because when I first discovered it, it was Maia Rutledge from the 4400 (highly recommend this show! I haven't seen the reboot, so I couldn't tell you if it's good? But the original is fantastic.) I unfortunately didn't do much with that account, because I didn't know what I was doing at the time.

#5 What’s your oldest roleplay blog? Oh this is bringing back nostalgia for me, because my oldest and probably my first (don't hold me accountable for that because I actually don't even know at this point.) rp blog was Icy Trix from Winx Club. I've admittedly tried to bring her back quite a few times (I get attached to characters really quickly. case in point, Weiss. lmao) but I never hold my self accountable to actually stay active and do things. Horrible habit of mine. But I know that's not what this question is asking. I'm just rambling at this point.

[eclipsecrowned]

🔥🔥🔥 for whatever u want!!! if u dont have any more off the top of ur head + want a topic then do berserk. also why is this text so big why am i yelling. kadi help // @likemosaic

i am printing and framing this ask jsyk.

I don't know if the community at large understands what an OC is anymore. Like. There's fandom OCs, where you create a new dude to live in an extant setting. There's fandomless OCs, where you create a new dude in either a new world or applicable to all worlds. There's OCs who were formerly canon related, such as when you were really into a franchise but ended up developing your original dude so contrary to later established lore that you just pull them entirely, or you so fell out of love with the source material you pack up a decade plus canon dude and start sanding them down away from the shit views of the creator. There's player character OCs, where you get to write your dude you played in an rpg. Many roads, same result.

Then there's some stuff I've seen recently that is baffling to me.

People filing serial numbers off of a popular FC's role and claiming that Blarbo, the 6'3" chainsaw wielding vampire clown whose FC is internationally recognized white man du jour Large McHugebig written for the Murderous Mimes of the Multiverse fandom, is totally different to Blorbo, the 6'3" chainsaw wielding vampire clown whose FC is internationally recognized white man du jour Large McHugebig, from the Murderous Mimes of the Multiverse film series. People can't actually think that's original content, surely. That's very clearly the same character with token adjustments. Why would you not just play Blorbo with some divergences or personal lore?

Or people who have purported to write OC concepts off of barely fleshed out canon elements, which is usually one of my fav OC bases... Except wait, that's literally a canon take on that concept from an extant adaption. Yes, Count Blorbinski's wife is an unnamed figure in the original novel, but the 1999 anime 'Blorbinski's Bouncy House of Doom' said her name was Blorbentina. How... Coincidental that your OC for Countess Blorbinski is also named Blorbentina. And has the exact same backstory and dynamic with the Count as from the anime. And you use the 1999 design for the Countess as her FC -- This isn't an OC, as much as you keep saying it. Bouncy House of Doom is one of the most popular anime out there too so how did you think this was going to work? Again, why would you not just play the 1999 version of this character instead of presenting her as your own creation?

More and more often I see 'ten years ago this would have been an AU/fandomless blog for a canon but today we pretend this is original content' blogs pop up. I feel like if I rolled up with a Calishite Warlock named Cal'aydin who was bonded to a wind spirit and was fighting depression after his brother's death as well as the forces of the BBEG, you guys would righteously call me on 'this is K*ladin St0rmblessed reskinned for D&D. You didn't come up with any of this.' But more and more I see 'original content do not steal' except? It's already extant IP with one or two concepts changed to suit the mun's tastes. Everything else remains very clearly the work of [insert household name creative of the 20th-21st centuries here.]

It amazes me how often I see these blogs pop up, and just how popular some of them are. I cannot wrap my head around it. Like, it's their blog, they can do whatever, as long as they're not profiting off someone else's creative labor it's not a big deal. But it is one of those 'has become more common in the community lately' things that makes me want to stand up and ask 'is anyone else seeing this or am I just going crazy?' I feel like I'm in the minority by not caring for this trend/new definition of 'original character' just based on how often these blogs cross my dash.

[triinitas]

Destined for Greatness

The Friendly Arm Inn stood like a beacon against the sprawling wilderness, its warm lights flickering through the cracks in the stone walls. The inn’s bustling activity was a stark contrast to the quiet path that led up to it, and as Zorah approached, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement mingled with apprehension. This quest was the most unique one she'd been given. Her only goal, according to Grandfather, was to locate a pink-skinned tiefling and fellow warlock who went by Julep.

Zorah’s pointed tail swished behind her as she walked. Adorned with a black traveling cloak, the tiefling did her best to stay inconspicuous: a challenging prospect, but something she attempted nonetheless.

Her amber eyes were sharp, reflecting the flickering firelight as she stepped inside. The warmth of the inn embraced her, and she shook off the chill of the evening, feeling the weight of her dark cloak settle more comfortably around her. She approached the bar, where a burly bartender was polishing a mug with a rag, and cleared her throat to get his attention.

“Excuse me,” Zorah began, her voice carrying the faintest edge of urgency. “Have you seen a pink tiefling wandering around here? I must speak with them. I believe they go by Julep.”

The bartender looked up, his gaze shifting to take in Zorah’s distinctive appearance. His suspicion was plastered plainly on his face. It was clear that a strange traveler asking about one of his patrons raised his apprehension. “Julep, you say? A tiefling, you say? Aye, we get all sorts here. I reckon I might’ve seen someone fitting that description at some point. What’s your business with ’em?”

Zorah’s eyes narrowed slightly, her mind racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. “We’re… ah, penpals. It’s important I find them. Any information you can give me would be perfect.”

As the bartender scratched his chin thoughtfully, Zorah’s gaze wandered across the inn’s lively interior, her heart beating a little faster. She'd never outright stalked someone like this before. She'd followed reported sightings and Grandfather's guidance all the way to this small settlement, set south of Baldur's Gate. She'd managed glimpses of Julep within the city, and tried to keep tabs on them whenever possible, but it was time. They needed to actually meet, now. No more creeping down dark alleys behind the stranger.

Her eyes widened. The bartender was speaking, but his words were lost to Zorah. She saw who she was looking for. They sat alone at a table - unassuming - eating from a steaming bowl. Zorah quietly walked towards them, but once she was standing a few feet behind them... she didn't know what to say. She was at a total loss. They seemed familiar in a way that stretched beyond the trailing Zorah had done over the last week. Like they'd met before, but she couldn't place it. A memory of a memory.

After a few seconds of gathering herself, she closed the distance and cleared her throat. "Hello, Julep."

[vierandancer]

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AUGH WE JUST STARTED TALKING THE OTHER DAY but you're fun. It's unfortunate we started chitchatting during a tumultous time. But I very much look forward to starting some interactions with you!! Thanks for reaching out earlier, too. I very much appreciate it.

[exigencism]

@likemosaic <3'd! (for Lae'zel)

THE WEAVE is such a versitle tool, even if Mystra may deign to allow him the privilege to use it. His simulacrum follows his every move, head tilting and chin rubbing, even humming in the same tune as him whilst its eyes squint, mirroring his own. Gale seems to be paying extra special attention to the beard. How long has it been since his last shave, really? Certainly not a year already, is it? The look is starting to grow on him (pun absolutely intended).

<DC10 SUCCESS!> Just out of his periphery, he notices her, staring at what must be an unusual sight- how versed in magic are the Gith, again? He can't remember if it ever came up in his studies (and additionally, he can't remember any sort of Zaith'isk appearing in any literature he'd read either). "Ah, Lae'zel! Just the person I'd been meaning to speak with. How familiar are you with the stages of ceremorphosis?"

From what he'd deduced, very few in their party were as well studied on the topic. Not a big surprise, all things considered, but Gale was glad to have some sort of intellectual equal. "It's been... I'm not even sure how many days-" he says, dismissing the living mirror and turning to face her. "And not a single sign of our turning. May we be gifted? Or is this perhaps a result of some unusual tadpoles?"

[whomuses]

@likemosaic liked for Gale! "Hey - hey - hold still, it's okay, I have you." Gale might have had all the strength of a church mouse, but right now, he was acting quickly. The battle had taken a toll on all of them, he was sporting his own bruises and wounds, but it was so very clear that the other was trying to be brave about it. So he sidled up, offering a shoulder - not sure if it would be taken, of course - "I can summon mage hand, if you would like something a little sturdier," he offered, voice softening a little. At least, for now, it seemed their enemies were down.

[minarcana]

@likemosaic laurel -> yotsuyu . little starter call

"my lady," laurel enters with this as her greeting, a nod that's almost a bow. still a touch informal despite everything so far. "i took a detour on my return, my apologies. but i bought something pretty on the way." laurel holds forth her hand, letting silk wrap drop to reveal a hairpin crafted with an intricate blood-red flower of metal and gem. "can i tie it in your hair, or do you mislike it?"

[wandercr]

" so, at what point does a girl get used to sand being in places sand shouldn't be? " eliana asks as she unlaces her boot, removes it, and dumps out what certainly felt like a mountain of the stuff. " dirt and dust is one thing. we had plenty of that back east. "

except, she's pretty sure the dirt didn't end up in her bra. or, if it did, she couldn't feel it.

" and you can't wear anything that would keep it out without dying of heat stroke. " she tugs her boot back on and begins working on another. " it's a little cursed, if you think about it. " / @likemosaic

[woodcries]

' you should stay still-- i suspect you may have a concussion. ' in the years since she'd left the vault, her bedside manner had much improved, almost resembling her father's talent for it. however, the wasteland was a literal minefield and sometimes she couldn't bother with a proper introduction before she started pulling out her supplies.

@likemosaic / fallout starter call.

[etruatcaelum]

[ @likemosaic | neo // cinder ]

it’s nice to feel needed.

Cinder arches a brow, humming lightly. “Well… I can’t argue with that.”

If Salem were here, that bald-faced lie would merit one of the witch’s most evil looks—but Salem’s thousands of miles away, and Cinder has always been a good liar. She lounges in the co-pilot’s seat of their stolen ship, languidly stretching out her arm to examine the ashen claws. (The black fingers are more responsive to her now, easier to flex and curl than before Haven Academy: Cinder wonders idly if wetting them with someone else’s blood had done the trick, or if she’s just… bonding with it, finally.)

“But,” she adds in her warmest, most honeyed tone, “I wouldn’t say that I need you, Neo; no matter how useful you might be for what you can do—” Here, she offered her diminutive new partner-in-crime a glittering smile. “—why, that wouldn’t matter at all if you and I couldn’t work so well together, hm? No. I’m sure I could have found any number of useful little pawns in Mistral to get me where I need to go… but you have something much more valuable.”

She’s taking a risk, talking like this. Neo is emotional, volatile, fickle—Cinder might be striking a match in front of a powder keg.

But the potential rewards are high.

“You and I both want the same thing,” she continues; another sweet smile. Neo doesn’t need to know how low killing Ruby Rose really is on Cinder’s list of priorities—a nice to have, not a driving obsession. “So there’s no one else in this world I would rather have at my side in this than you.”

[tricoloredillusion]

Starter for @likemosaic! (Cinder)

Vacuo was the last kingdom standing, apparently. A place that Neo hated, but also a great place to easily hide. Here, rules were a bit weaker than in other places- survival of the fittest, so to say, and the fauna of this side of the continent was probably even worse than Grimm at times.

But the mute had a goal, a reason to why she came back to Remnant in the first place or, to be more precise, the reason of why they let her free to come back here again.

She moved among the criminals even here, not to find alliance, but to find information in case that Salem's goons were sent here, and consequently, Cinder.

And unfortunately (?) for the Fall Maiden, the now half-feline found out about the shady and small room she was living at for the time being, before their next move, Neo assumed.

So now...she stood in front of the room's door, accompanied by an illusion of her deceased and old companion Roman Torchwick.

While she had enough time to grow in the Ever After and accept that he was gone, that didn't stop the illusionist from showing off her evolved Semblance, specially if she was about to invade Cinder's space after this long, when she probably thought that she was DEAD.

Knock knock knock.

Roman smiled behind the door, alongside the mute, and then raised his voice with a chuckle.

"Is anybody there? Surely! You've missed seeing us, right? It wasn't very nice of you to try and get rid of Neo here-"

[eclipsecrowned]

”I didn’t marry you to become king. I became king because I wanted to marry you.” some more for griffith & charlotte if the other one doesnt work! // @likemosaic

She's smiling. What else is she to do, surrounded by the set dressing of a fairy tale? Today, she's been cast the blushing bride, the maiden in white taking her first solitary moments with her groom.

Her King.

So she's smiling. The only half-truths today were supposed to be her own -- Charlotte was not meant to wear white, but she had only ever lain with one man. In her heart, there has been no sin. She has never betrayed Griffith, and all her truths are lain bare before him.

She had imagined it had been the same for him. Plainly, it isn't. But she's smiling. She might even kiss him. Will she be able to taste the lie in his mouth? Perhaps it will be tasteless, odorless -- And how cruel she feels, thinking about Griffith in this way!

It's just -- She's also thinking of a fountain, and a cold night, and the moments before impact. The star was falling despite the castles he built in that vast sky, and neither of them knew it. His words had been as beautiful as he was, as he still is, and ambition had dripped out of that mouth she still wants to kiss. Her fingers ache, as they reach for him, curling against his cheek. They've clawed their way back to Heaven. Isn't that enough?

(Why is he lying now?)

Her vision swims. Her voice is soft.

"I know." What she knows, she cannot say. "Get me out of this dress, please? The pearls are so small, but there's so many of them --" It's only the excitement of the day, and the weight of her bridal gown, and she'll beg his forgiveness however he will have it for these fleeting thoughts. She'll spend the rest of their marriage bartering with grace for this one moment of doubt.

[desertbled]

ship ask meme for kaj 💖 yes im too lazy to find the emoji dont look at me

shipping meme

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i’m willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i’d enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between (i tend to enjoy building up to relationships, but i also don't mind jumping straight into the middle & skipping the early stages)

what now?: let’s plot something | send me shippy memes | i’ll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i’ll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: hmmm i can't really see wolf having a romantic relationship with kaj. but i can see them having a fling / friends with benefits type of arrangement that ends up messy 💀

[wintereign]

"How many times have I told you to be more careful?!" from that hurt comfort meme from cinder, for weiss villain au. i tried to pick a softer one but this is soft by her standards...

hurt / comfort sentence prompts - accepting

The mission had gone south quickly. It was supposed to be easy: in and out. They weren't supposed to be discovered, let alone attacked by Atlesian equipment. But as usual, Emerald and Mercury wanted to be quick and because of that, they got sloppy. And now, Weiss was had paid the price. They had fought but they were out number and the machines were hard to take down.

The wounds she had sustained during the battle were severe enough that Mercury had to carry her out. Weiss had woken up in the infirmary, a familiar face leaning over her: Cinder. Anger wasn't the only emotion that the white haired beauty registered across her features.

"How many times have I told you to be more careful?" The words hit like a bullet, causing her to wince. "Don't look at me." She quipped back. "Your lackies are the reasons we got caught in the first place."

[todusts]

* 🙴 @likemosaic ; ❝ s'nothing personal, i promise—— we would have trashed anyone else too. just so happened to be your team that round. ❞