#lost soul rp

[the-party-dude]

*There was distant humming, a song from the past... so far and yet still recognizable. Someone comes slowly closer to Mikey, having trouble to walk as easily as he does*

"Michaelangelo Hamato..."

@pancake-at-midnight

{The ringing- it's so loud. The world spins so fast that it's all a blur. Where is he? Where is he going? He doesn't know. ... Someone is near. Who is that? He doesn't know. What are they saying? They are saying something, right? He can't tell. He watches the stranger for just a moment before continuing on.}

[hhoneycloves]

(Suitor) turning in {Catalyst} after the latter has been hiding from the consequences of his attempted murder.

Yes this is technically Jashwriting Heart and Jashwriting Soul! the Mutuals and I have been working on post-rp hypotheticals where we just dump a whole bunch of HMSW sets into a "Sandbox" and let them interact

[w3atherboy]

Mission: Get him back.

((Collab rp with @danny-fenton-in-gotham

Character: Aemie Harper/Lost Soul))

Aemie had put on a hoodie, leggings and shoes with velcro in order to go search for Leo.

She grabbed two of her most trusted grimores and stuffed them in a backpack she was going to use.

Potions? Check. Wand? Check. Smoke bombs that she made in a rush? Check. Ectoplasm (in case that Leo had become liminal or had died and became a ghost)? Double check.

Aemie grabbed a lantern, some things she... robbed borrowed from a vigilante's cave but we aren't here to discuss how certain bat's cave is not ghost-proof and how any ghost can get in there.

The ghost started to walk to the door and when she was about to leave she felt a core near her.

And...

Yep. It was her dad.

"Padre yo eh-... no es...noesloqueparece-" she mumbled in panic

[leading-with-the-heart]

"So if my son killed you that explains why... Actually no that perfectly explains why the one with glasses killed me." A ghost stood before him, bleeding ichor everywhere. Ichor slowly seeped from his eye, his shoulder, chest, stomach, everywhere he had a stab wound in all honesty.

@ruthlessness-was-mercy

[Odysseus had been sitting near the Lethe, a fair distance away where he couldn't reach out and touch it, but close enough where he could see his reflection mirrored in the surface. When the voice called out to him, he turned and just barely managed to stifle a gasp, if not the look of surprise on his face]

"Lord Poseidon, you're . . . " [he trails off for a moment, gaze flicking over the dead god, and the wounds that he was certain had caused it] "I'm afraid I've missed quite a lot since my passing . . . Polites used to be very forgiving."

[ghosts0rceress]

"You wouldn't understand... When you change, you change for the better. When I change? I change for the worst"

"Hello, my name is Aemie Harper. I am here only for family purposes. Do not engage with me for dumb purposes."

OOC PRESENTATION UNDERNEATH

Name: Aemie Anabelle Harper.

Code name: Lost Soul

Species: Half ghost

Nationality: Argentinian-French

Height: 147 cm

Age: 14

Pronouns: she/her

Romantic attraction: biromantic

Appereance: Long brunette hair, purple eyes, pale skin, small complexion, full of freckles.

Family: @ / danny-fenton-in-gotham (adoptive father), @ / the-better-phantom (uncle), Julian Miraflores (uncle/godfather).

Mun is @batink / Ink, nice to meet you^^

● Other blogs I run:

○ DC/Glitchverse: @w3atherboy , @twoclownsinoneblog ( @j4ck0falltrades & @ifinallygotanidea ), @gothambarista / @ghostdoct0r

○ DC x DP : @garden0fpoison (Witch!Sam Manson)

○ Marvel: @spiritofaspider / @polarisstudent

Any kind of bigotry is unwelcome here.

Please remember that muse is a minor, feel free to curse but keep in mind that this character will NOT engage in sexual or suggestive interactions.

Feel free to interact.

( image made on a picrew I lost )

[pastor-kenneth]

*bonks you on the head with a baseball bat*

@jaxx-with-an-axe

"I will be reporting this to the police."

[top-shelf-tender]

Alastor is standing outside of the hotel on Husk's room side, giant boombox in hand.

He is absolutely blasting this song.

[justarandooooo]

When your boss lets you hold his hand because you ran into a pole due to you getting stardust in your eyes and now you’re blind

[asekx]

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[lost-in-gardener]

This was far outside from what he’s used to, but he’s already done it, so there’s no going back now.

He and Finn have tiptoed around the topic of special pieces and how the choices of lingerie have drastically changed over the years, and yet even with this knowledge in mind, he could almost convince himself he’s heating up with embarrassment along with something else as he shifts in his position on the bed. Oliver adjusts the strap of the— dress? Is that what it was? It’s what it most resembled to be, though with how see through it is, he feels as if he’s wearing nothing at all, vulnerably bare and nearly more exposed than when he truly is wearing nothing.

Finn was always the one surprising him, considering they were the one with the more advanced knowledge when regarding topics in this kind of territory, but he wanted to return the favor in the one way he knew how to. It hasn’t been easy getting his hands on something he thought worthy of buying. He still felt bad about having to use her payment methods, even though Finn had reassured him that as long as it was inside reasonable prices, he could choose anything that caught his eye. Oliver wasn’t sure how much time he had spent at their computer scrolling through different options and switching through various websites.

The slight struggle was nothing compared to when he actually had to try it on. The white material made the dark scars of his chest pop more than they usually did, and while Finn has confirmed time and time again that they were nothing but another ‘beautiful’ part of him, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from frowning at the sight. Aside from that, he didn’t think he looked horrible, which was the most important part. Laying down felt wrong, so he sits up on the mattress instead, knees pulled up just enough to his chest where they aren’t touching but it covers some of him for the time being.

Now, all he had to do was wait for their arrival.

— @lost-soul-in-time

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When Oliver had first brought up the topic of lingerie, Finn was ecstatic about buying him something of his choosing. They could tell he was nervous about the subject, and Finn knew that was partially just because he'd grown up in a different time where this kind of thing wasn't talked about as much, but they wanted to let him know somehow that they were more than pleased with the concept of him expressing his more feminine side. As they get home from a long day at their office, Finn's eyes scan the house for any sign of Oliver. "Noll?" they call out, relaxing slightly at the lack of blood splatters around the house. They take off their jacket and set it down on the couch, running a hand through their hair and wandering up to the bedroom. She gingerly knocks on the door, hoping that they weren't interrupting anything.

"Sugar, are you in h..."

Their voice trails off at the sight of Oliver, blue eyes fixated on the sheer fabric of the set he'd chosen and fucking hell, he was so goddamn cute.

Finn's lips slowly curl into a mischevious smile, unable to take their gaze off of him as they step into the room fully and close the door behind them. Oh, he was utterly delectable. They tap excitedly against their own palm as they step closer to the bed, eyes finally tearing away from the piece to meet Oliver's gaze. They're clearly pleased by the sight of him, softly sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing their hands over his form.

"Sugar, you look so fucking pretty," they murmur, fingertips grazing over his dark scars through the fabric of the set. They lean in and begin planting soft kisses along his neck, humming appreciatively as they trace their lips along the shell of his ear. "Seeing you like this after a long day at work is exactly what I needed, my love." She gently nips at his ear, chuckling softly.

[chainedwarden]

Since I see so many new people, like for a small starter with Thresh.

[iteration-anomaly]

-{{I don't think many people are active here right now, but I just needed to get my feelings out. It's a weird thing, death. Witnessing others leave your life forever, in a way that is not possible for you. There was a friend I had... I can't say who they were but some of you will know them. It's odd. I got stuck in this, uhh, place that I also probably shouldn't disclose. Not too long after I got out, my friend got stuck there too. I wish... I wish that I could have used my knowledge, my experience to help but I was too late. It happens to everyone, and I need others to know that it isn't their fault. Sometimes bad things happen, and you have no control over that. I should- I should probably go now. Need to eat.}}-

[w3atherboy]

I suppose I should be concerned, should I?

@court--of--owls is this because I'm undead? Or because the original owner of this account is probably (statistically speaking) dead?

- 📖🪄

[leading-with-the-heart]

“You look lonely.”

The wind nymph floated around a stalactite, some winions with them as their presence brought a breeze not often felt in the underworld

- 🏳️

[The former captain glanced around for the new voice, finding it hard to pinpoint for a moment. That was until the breeze caught his hair, and he looked up, seeing the wind nymph]

"That I may be." [He muses, deciding to let his guard down for the moment and smile at them] "What is your name, friend?"

[ghosts0rceress]

We had just pirated a movie, Sonic 3, and my cousin keeps yapping about the lore.

LEO IN THE FUCKING NAME OF THE ANCIENTS, STOP YAPPING

[pastor-kenneth]

GAYASS

"On the contrary. I think you'll find that..."

*He pulls out a red uno reverse card, holding it between his pointer and middle finger.*

"You're the gayass."