#ooc / * my edit button is broken .

[scarletst0ries]

Strings Attached

Cater Diamond x f!reader(Evangaline)

Who is Evangaline?

Hurt/Comfort(don’t really know how to label it)

Can be read as romantic or platonic

3rd person Cater pov

Content Warnings: Dolls, Potentially OOC, Body image issues.

Cater Diamond walked out of Trien’s classroom, quickly snapping a photo for Magicam. He tucked himself into an alcove of the halls and opened the editing menu.

Those dark circles are totes not cammable

Erased with a quick push of a button.

His eyes? Brightened.

His face? Slimmed down.

Cater worked until the photo looked like one of his clones instead of himself. As close to perfect as he could get.

Still. Not. Good. Enough.

He sighed and posted it anyway.

#Totesstudious#NRCpride#Cooking

He put his phone away and willed that picture perfect grin back on his face, but it never quite reached his eyes. He casually strolled through the halls, waving and making small greetings to students he knew. He continued with his day, never quite looking away from his phone. If it wasn’t shoved in his face, it was in his hand or back pocket. When he wasn’t paying attention, he was scrolling through his analytics, taking note on what succeeded and what didn’t. Even when he was having a conversation, he was clocking their mannerisms and language, seeing what was now being phased out and replaced.

He needed to be relevant.

“Hey keep moving!”

Cater looked up from his phone to see that a student had bumped into his back.

“Oh my b. I’m sooo srry about that!” Cater twirled a strand of hair between his fingers and tried to de-escalate the situation, however the student wasn’t happy. He grabbed Cater’s phone and wrestled it out of his hand.

“Maybe you’ll learn to keep walking if you don’t have your precious little screen…” The student sneered and threw it onto the ground, infusing it with a spell so it shattered into a million pieces. He laughed and swaggered off, leaving Cater to look at the broken pieces.

“Is the SIM card okay?” A cold, feminine voice appeared behind him. He turned to find a girl in with long dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her expression was bored and even though she looked to be a year younger than him, she had an air of someone much older.

“I’m sorry…the what?” He replied, trying desperately to keep his mask in place.

“The SIM card. Holds all the data,” She crouched down and inspected the pieces and picked up a small chip and pocketed it. She looked down at the remains of the phone and started to pick up the pieces.

“Whoa there bestie, Cay-Cay’s flattered, but I can just buy a new phone. It’s totes easy!”

“I can fix it for cheaper.”

Somehow, she had convinced him to walk with her to Ignihyde and into her dorm room. It looked like how he expected an Ignihyde student’s to look with a large monitor set up and tinkering table, but this girl’s walls were lined with dolls. Haunted looking dolls. He cringed.

“So uh what’s your name? Or should I call you dollface?” He chuckled.

She didn’t look up from her workbench,“Evangaline. Second year, before you ask.”

The next hour was filled with Cater asking Evangaline questions and her replying in short, clipped, monotoned sentences.

Where was she from?

Shaftlands. Not in the best part of town.

Siblings?

One younger sister.

Dolls?

Hobby.

Finally she finished his phone and handed it to him, he snatched it eagerly and found that it worked the same, if not better than before. He smiled at her, and this time, it reached his eyes.

“Thanks Evie~!” He winked.

She rolled her eyes, but a small smirk tugged at her lips, “Don’t call me that.”

He let out an apologetic laugh, “Whatevs you want Eva. What do I owe you?”

She paused for a moment, “If you see a vintage doll in the mystery shop, pick it up for me. Sam has a interesting selection of marionettes”

Cater nodded and left. A month later, Cater saw a small portrait of a marionette preforming onstage at Sam’s shop. He bought it and gifted it to her with ‘cammable wrapping.

It sits on her desk.

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Ty for reading❤️

[lighthearted-pewpews]

purposefully dumb ooc ow hcs my friends and i discussed:

🦊‼️ shimada brothers + kiriko edition

hanzo & genji do like bbq actually. genji prefers honey bbq the most though; contrary to hanzo's favored type. it's not like they constantly argue or anything but it's up to you if they reach an agreement. kiriko's a ranch type of girl fr. for chips? kiriko's sour cream n onion (not self projection).

"oh hey guys so uh haha i got some chips for us!" kiriko pipes up, accidentally walking into a provoking conversation the shimada brothers were discussing (honey bbq vs standard??). they both turn around and look at her; the girl holding an ever-so familiar green bag—sour cream and onion flavoured chips.

hanzo drinks coke and genji has sam's cola as his fave (they're literally like the same i think). kiriko prefers pepsico products because they're sweeter to her (pepsi, dr. pepper, mtn dew). also genji would like lemon lime stuff maybe possibly indefinitely.

also hc that he probably was a soda junkie or something in his youth. over time though he kinda savors it like a "fine wine"; where he'd prefer to not have it by himself. rather, he'd drink it to complement a certain food he's having. this one actually makes sense somehow.

hanzo's a playstation person, genji's xbox, and kiriko's nintendo. basically colour coded fr. apparently also: hanzo's pc, genji's console, and kiriko's mobile. though, my friend INSISTS that genji's a mobile player (he plays mobile fortnite and probs got that samsung galaxy skin).

hanzo plays fortnite also to "practice his aim". genji (un)ironically gets all of the anime collab skins and somehow is goated with pickaxing the poor players early on. kiriko is their supplies manager and carries all of their meds and shields because the brothers are busy collecting all of the cool broken guns.

i'm unsure who'd be super good at building. i feel like they'd purposefully play on no build because "only the most talented players don't rely on building" or something dumb as kiriko instinctively pressed the buttons to build stairs as they get third-partied.

btw kiriko loves driving cars esp the fast sports ones and makes one of them sit on top of oit (since only two players max can get on it). she interrupts battles that other plays are in and has genji and hanzo pick off the surviving ones like little scavengers.

they're so good and can actually get into comp stuff, but they'd rather not since they're "lighthearted" (hanzo's upset he's getting bot lobbies and genji's getting reported for "hacking" whilst kiriko's the string holding the whole team together).

if they played splatoon obvs you can tell hanzo's stringer, genji's splatana and maybe kiriko's something supportive like n-zap whilst still having great frontline potential.

i know a lottt more about 2 than 3 actually. i'd say maybe genji would like things with echolocator even if that's more of a widow thing. i thought of reg. squiffer first but that's my main but i think mainly it's how genji can rush in and w aggressive front/mid-line squiffers you just see them go in and out of the ink, trying to kill you w either trickshots or something dumb (it's ok ily guys). also genji's ranged too as well.

maybe also he might play roller because 1: technically melee (his sword) + in reference to his shurikens, the vertical and horizontal spray of the roller can be in reference to his. or maybe he's ANNOYING and plays carbon roller (deco) with ninja squid. ninja squid.

hanzo plays pure mpu bamboozler and then shits on other players for having pure gear because "it's way more affective to have a mixed, sorted array subs instead of trying to make it all the same"/j

tbh the whole "genji, hanzo and kiriko" stuff is just literally splatoon 3 splatfests honestly. hanzo's vanilla ice cream, genji's chocolate, and kiriko's strawberry. i don't know how to explain it.

[synrgetic-blog]

so i’m coming back but then i wanted to change my theme but then apparently all the themes i saw were like $3 LOL. would it be better just to stay on dashboard and use a carrd for guidelines and profiles?

[eagle-of-the-night]

Sire - Part 1

//OOC: Angst here, angst here - come get your angst! Kidding....

Mostly. This is a second draft of something so hopefully it reads okay! It is not to heavily edited otherwise I’d be holding onto this for like a year lol :p but I wanted to write something to give a perspective of what is happening. Obviously no one is witnessing this but it’s in character but I’ll likely post it as ‘private story post’ or something when I do these :)

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Ash’s first reaction to hearing the haven door open was part paranoia, part relief. He was in bed, struggling to nap to try fall asleep due to his disturbed and nightmarish daysleep. So hearing the door, knowing Morrigan was well wrapped up in her garden or her art, he immediately got to his feet. Not caring for clothes or safety as he practically ripped off the bedroom door off its hinges as he forgot to try exert an ounce of control over his strength.

If he had been still holding onto the door handle, it would have crunched between his hands. It was Victor, hurt. 

He was wearing what he had when he left - his boots, his jeans and his hoodie. It covered nearly every inch of his skin - except the skin exposed through the rips in his jeans, his hands and the parts of his hoodie that did not put his face in shadow. Instant seething rage, looking at his fledgling. The damage that had been done to him. The beast snapping at him, even though there was no one to take out their rage on.

‘Victor,’ He snarled, unable to control it and he strode forward while Victor instinctively took a few steps back - hands raised.

As if his fledgling thought he was going to hurt him.

‘Some of the other Gangrel didn’t like what I said at the meeting, that’s all…’ Victor said meekly.

He could barely see Victor’s skin - for nearly every part of it was blue and purple from bruises. He recalled the text ‘Victor’ had sent him and forced himself to absorb what Victor had said. Dominate, a tricky discipline - oh he did remember Sayyid’s use of it. As if it was yesterday. And it was clear it had been used on his beaten son.

The beast was chomping at the bit, wanting to be let go. Released. But he had nowhere to direct its rage. No one. He took several long, several deep breaths as him and Victor stared at one another. Victor looked frightened, he was so filled with rage he could feel the edges of his vision turning red.

‘If you show me the extent of what they did I won’t be mad,’ He promised but every word was stilted, slowly and heavily weighed upon by his accent as he struggled to get his mouth around the words. Rage often did try to obscure his knowledge of English.

‘Promise?’ Victor whimpered, almost folding in on himself.

He watched Victor almost try to hug himself but stopped halfway - likely due to not wanting to aggravate injuries.

‘Promise.’ He said simply.

Victor was shy with it, slowly pulling off his hoodie and then undoing his button down to reveal his shirt underneath and exposing more of his skin. He pulled up a leg of his jeans to his calf and did sort of lift his shirt to his stomach before dropping it.

Ash’s breathing picked up again as he struggled to control his rage. It was not just his fledgling's face and legs and hands that were injured. It was every inch of him - and he could even see how some of his bones had been broken but concealed by how both his shirt and hoodie were loose around his frame. Ribs, collarbone - his left wrist look twisted. He had never seen such damage to even - even after the werewolf attack.

The air in the room seemed to heat up with his slowly boiling anger. 

‘Your stalker did this?’ Ash asked, grinding his teeth together - including his fangs and felt them strain from it - hurting him but he did not care.

‘No, like I said - some of the gangrel didn’t like what I said at the meeting so they cornered me and beat me up,’ Victor said, his voice small and tight, hunched an curled in on himself.

Ash took a step towards him, and another and another and another. Victor flinched but didn’t move from where he was leaning against the corner table next to the sofa. Ash hovered in front of him - merely inches away. He did not touch him yet, he did not trust himself. He felt the urge to hit something, to hurt, to destroy. To rip his bastard of a sire into tiny little strips of flesh and -

No. He said to himself firmly and closed his eyes - tried to calm himself down and think of a happier memory to calm the rage and the beast. It was a heavy silence between them - the only sound was that of Victor occasionally quietly whimpering - likely from pain. When Ash felt calm he opened his eyes and almost reached out to touch his fledgling but hesitated when he flinched.

‘Habibi, I am not going to hurt you. I am angry that you have been hurt,’ He said gently and moved himself in a way that he often did when he was giving Victor permission to hug him.

‘It’s fine dad, really,’ He mumbled and lowered his head.

It wasn’t surprisingly, but seemed  almost instinctive when Victor hunched down further and then wrapped his arms around Ash - wincing  but clinging to him.

Ash kissed him at the top of the head, gently trying to return the hug to only get another wince as he wrapped his arm around his son as gently as he could.

‘Family hug?’ Morrigan said from where she was poking her head out of her gardening room.

She could only mostly see Ash from her angle, but he could only imagine her reaction upon seeing Victor too.

‘Family hug,’ Victor mumbled with a nod.

Ash nodded to let her know to come over and he watched her facial reaction to Victor’s injuries, saw her halt and look at him with anger.

‘I know, I will get him,’ He mouthed with a snarl.

Morrigan seemed satisfied and joined the hug gently. Victor despite his wincing seemed to enjoy the hug for a long time.

‘Where’s Ellie?’ Victor asked once the two of them seemed to calm their outwardly angry energy.

‘She’s in the mew with the other birds. She seems untouched - I think she must have settled in there during the day. Do you know why she didn’t remain with you?’ Morrigan asked.

‘I think maybe she just wanted to let you guys know I was safe,’ He said with a shrug.

The hug separated and then Ash remembered he wasn’t wearing anything but boxers and went to throw on some actual shorts and a vest before coming back to the living room to where Morrigan and Victor had settled in to watch some movies while Morrigan gently played with his hair.

Ash went outside to the mew to collect Ellie who eagerly flew past him after he opened the door to the mew and in through the open door. Ash snorted, Malik came to take his residence on his shoulders and Ash checked on the new birds briefly before returning inside to join the family for a calm and gentle movie night with their bruised and hurt fledgling.

He knew the effects of Dominate when he saw it. Victor believed it had been other Gangrel but Ash knew better. That text he had received from ‘Victor’ - it was his sire. Who had then hurt his fledgling and altered his memories and let him walk away. There surely had to be more to it?

Ash was going to keep him closer than ever, to make sure his fledgling and Morrigan were not caught in the crossfire of Sayyid’s revenge.

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Translations:

Habibi - my beloved one

[cruezins]

       ☣  ;  (  KIM TAEHYUNG  ,  24  ,  HE/HIM  )  coming up next on rebel radio is OPAUL by FREDDIE DREDD  .  this tune goes out to SIWON RYU  .  rumor has it they just rolled into town and are fightin’ for the GHOULS  .  they’re AFFABLE  ,  INQUISITIVE but also AIMLESS  ,  MERCURIAL so watch your backs out there  .  we wish them the best of luck here in our golded city of light  .  stay vigilant  ,  stay dirty rock ‘n rollers and we’ll catch you for the next one  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i don’t know what editing is  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-formed thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .  anyway  ,  here is siwon  ,  someone i’ve been work-shopping for a while  !  looking forward to writing with you  ♡

                     ☣  ;  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇  .

cw  :  drug mentions  ;  stop me if you’ve heard this one before------

       his dad’s a junkie and he hasn’t seen his mom since some fatcats bought their restaurant for a steal a few years before  ,  but that’s the way of life for a lot of people in the underground  .  young  ,  bored  ,  and desperate to hear and smell anything that wasn’t the rottenness of his own childhood home  ,  siwon found himself on the streets more nights than not  ,  spray paint in one hand   ,  painting nights in greens and purples until reds and blues chased him away  .  makes his first steal before he can tie his shoes  .  creates alliances with the neighborhood kids  ,  sneaks around to watch how the haves live with their pretty  ,  pretty screens and their ugly  ,  ugly words  .  school isn’t anything special  ,  either  ,  and while siwon can’t remember shit that he reads from a page he can work with his hands  .  fast and efficient  ,  nimble fingers whether they’re flying across a keyboard or fucking around with some screws  .  you can make something of yourself  ,  some of his teachers tell him while others can’t stop bitching about homework or tardiness or the way he falls asleep in the middle of class  .  but what’s siwon supposed to make  ?  he and his ragtag group of weirdos he calls friends  .  when he gets older and nights get hungrier  ,  siwon learns to stop relying on the benevolence of neighbors and finds a job  ---  he’s fast  ,  after all  ,  with a sweet face and wide eyes  ,  makes a helluva getaway after years and years of running  .  

       thieving’s a natural grift  .  he’d been training for this his whole life  .  then he catches the eyes of a boss man who isn’t nearly as mad as he should be catching some kid with his wallet in his hands  .  courier comes next  ,  ferrying messages from a bunch of suits all over the city  .  siwon never opened the packages  ,  never second guesses the credits that start bloating his account  .  desperate  ,  he does what he’s told and does it well ------ and that’s the real kicker  ,  isn’t it  ?  that after a year and some-odd months of dedicated service they leave him high and dry with some bullshit he doesn’t have any involvement with  .  after years of running  ,  boys in blue finally catch him and he’s left to take the fall of some dumb fuckery  ,  man  ,  and he’s pissed  .  steaming in jail  ,  it’s a wonder some other gang didn’t get to him first  .  the longer he sat and talked with that ghoul member  ,  the more he grew to despise the rich  ,  the ones who left him to rot after all the shit he did for them  .  what was even the point anymore  ?  dog eat dog kind of bullshit  ,  no sense of loyalty or shit anywhere  .  the law and all that money was out to get him from the beginning and siwon had enough of it  .  a few months locked up but he learned and leaned and learned  ,  only able to get out on a technicality  .  the second he stepped back out into the sun  ,  siwon followed the map given to him and signed up for the ghouls  .  city of light be damned  .  the only lights he wants to see are flames eating this hellhole alive  .

                    ☣  ;  𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  .

➤  full name.  ryu si-won ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  city of light ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  affiliation.  ghouls  ➤  primary occupation.  drug runner  ,  pickpocket  ➤  secondary occupation.  network manager at an internet cafe 

➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  panromantic ➤  character alignment.  chaotic neutral ➤  personality type.  enfp ➤  temperament.  sanguine ➤  wants.  power  ,  family

       stands around 5′11  .  broad shoulders  ,  slim hips  .  floppy  ,  messy hair and sun browned skin  .  half legs  .  a few pieces of silver in his ears and a small hoop on his bottom lip  .  dresses somewhere between a washed up rockstar  ,  your college weed dealer  ,  and a miami vice reject  .  style’s a whim with a closet’s chaotic mix of anything he thrifts or patches together  .  most of the time he’s sporting cuffed jeans  ,  vintage blouse  ,  a denim jacket or tweed blazer and thick ass boots  .  keeps all that hair back with a bandanna or a headband  ,  hair ties on his wrist  .  nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal —— or simply just a steal  .  likes colors just as much as he likes his neutrals  .  wears a black air filtration mask and fingerless gloves  .  considers his floral button-up shirts fancy material and his trousers cut off at the ankles  .  likes the smell of old leather and the breathing of fringe on a jacket  ,  the weight of heavy rings on his fingers and sunglasses swooped low on his nose  .  wears a monocle because he can’t be fucked with reading glasses  .   his hair’s been every color of the rainbow and he’s always changing it up thanks to temporary dye  .

                                    ☣  ;  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄  .

       hustles at arcade halls  ,  scarfs down ramen and burritos like they’re gonna disappear  ,  looks as comfortable in a dark  ,  dirty alley as he does standing under all those lights in the neon district  .  pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips  .  likes cheap beer and cigarettes  ,  fast talking and smooth smiles  .  gets up when the sun goes down  .  who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep  ,  but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere  .  seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee  ,  at the internet cafe one moment and grabbing fried cheese sticks in the next before crossing the bridge to watch the street races and venturing to the tunnels for the fighting rings  .  complains about being broke but puts down bets faster than anyone  .  lives for the feeling of wind in his hair so the window of his top-floor one bedroom shit hole stays open all the time  .  feels the rain on his skin  ,  plays with matches  .   learned how to assemble a gun in less than sixty seconds and stays packing nowadays though he can’t really shoot for shit  .  spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls  .  looks like an angel under all those holographic lights  .

       rides a motorbike and his skateboard  .  can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy  .  can barely stand to sit still  ,  always moving except when there’s a computer screen in front of him  .  gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary  ---  people  ,  food  ,  liquor  ,  feelings  .  craves that intimacy  ,  craves that closeness that’s always been denied to him  .  has a loud as fuck laugh and a love for sneaking into places where he doesn’t belong  .  catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease  .  still sees his family  .  not as much as a good son would  ,  but he sends cash when he can and looks after his younger sister  ,  makes sure she stays well and clean  .  they don’t know half of what he’s gotten up to since he was let out of prison  ,  but they might have some idea --- after all  ,  who’d pay a crooked boy with a record as well as he seems to be  ?  when the sun starts to come up and he crashes into bed  ,  siwon stares out the window and thinks about how in another world  ,  or in another time he probably could’ve been something  .  could’ve made something great  .  but for now he’s just got a whole lot of anger  ,  raw like a fresh wound he can’t stop picking at  .  

                           ☣  ;  𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

➤  bonds.  my loyalty to my friends is unwavering  ;   i owe everything to my mentor --- a horrible person who’s rotting in jail somewhere  ;  i fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure this individual never crosses paths with me  . ➤  flaws.  once i pick a goal  ,  i become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life  ;  when I see something valuable  ,  i can't think about anything but how to steal it  ;  i have a weakness for the vices of the city  . 

       he’s friendly  ,  but he doesn’t make friends easily --- the ones that he has made  ,  he’d do anything for  .  because that’s how he’s gotten this far  ,  right  ?  all those people who looked after him when others tried to stomp him out  .  he’s still close with his teen friends who threw a few grifts with him  ,  gaming buddies that he knows only through a screen  .  little escapes from all the other bullshit going on in the world  .  even though he isn’t a club guy  ,  he runs into more than a few faces on his rounds  .  maybe they’re bad influences or sweethearts who help that touch starved affliction that comes from living in a city so wired  .  on the flip side  ,  there’s some enemies --- competitors in the runner world  ,  antagonists he meets at the races or rings for whatever reason  (  insane bets make tempers run hot  ,  who knows when they’ll flare for good and siwon’s learning the hard way how to keep his mouth shut  )  .  he’s fixed up a few cars or weapons for people recently because he misses working with his hands  .  y’know  ,  making nice  .  then there’s people he’s caught in a crossfire with  ,  where they’ve met something nasty one too many times before over turf  ,  territory and clients  .  a newer face to the ghouls  ,  he’s bugged someone into mentoring him  ,  and gone on a few runs with someone he loves to call a coworker  .  

       eager to prove himself as more than a green kid with a keyboard and an eye for detail  ,  find him cutting deals and making trades in smokey barbecue houses  ,  hole-in-the wall ramen shops or by taco tents  .  a full bellied class of clients are happy clients in his opinion  ,  and siwon isn’t above not making deals with the other groups who’s names aren’t violent delights  .  speaking of which  ---  there are definitely some skeletons there he aims to confront  ,  some old demons to fight from that class of people that fucked him over  .  there’s an ex lover in there somewhere  ,  probably met in that pre-prison childhood phase when he mingled past class lines more  ( ~1.5-2 years ago )  .  someone he’s healthily fearful of for whatever reason  ,  and maybe a vendetta against the family that scammed his parents out of their business and basically sent his life spiraling  .  there’s someone who isn’t what they seem  --- he doesn’t know who they really are  ,  and maybe they don’t know who he is  ,  either  .  they’ll learn eventually  .  someone he’s protective over  ,  someone who protects him in ways he doesn’t even know  ,  and those he looks after because they grew up on the same side  .  desperate for connection  ,  desperate for a place  ,  he finds it all in heaven and hell  .

[waste-time-play-otome]

Life is Good

So apparently the DDADDS fandom is dead, but as a person that mass played it for a week straight (and will replay Damien’s route tomorrow) I beg to differ

have some DadsonaxDamien morning fluff, I think I have a thing for morning fluff.

EDIT: I fixed some stuff, grammar and removing any accidental OOC.

Life is Good.

Sunlight snuck through the blinds of the bedroom window, hitting me in the face, an abrupt awaking from sweet sleep, as I was about to curse the ball of fire I realized that there was weight on my arm, looking over, Damien continued to sleep, his long hair running down his back and onto the pillow, the bed, everywhere. I rolled over, putting my free arm over his waist, spooning him.

“Good Morning” Damien yawned out, rubbing my arm on his waist, “Morning, how did you sleep?”

“Great, you have a nice mattress,”

“I got it on sale”

Damien chuckled, “even better”

Damien started to try to roll over to face me, “Darling, let me see you,”

“I don’t want to alarm you, but the ball of fire in the sky is blasting us with light through the blinds, it’s not pleasant” Damien pushed through anyway to face me, sleep still in his eyes, “it’s a risk worth taking.” We both giggled into each other.

 Life is good.

 The smell of instant coffee fills the kitchen as I get two mugs ready, Amanda sent one to Damien as a gift, it reads ‘goth dad’ and a bat appears when it’s hot. Damien cried a little, ok, he cried a lot.

“It’s not Coffee Spoon quality, but it keeps you awake” I say as Damien walks in, his loose button pajama shirt hanging out of his pants, which are also too large, it’s a cute look, as he’s always wearing more tight fitting clothing, though, I don’t complain either way.

“These were actually a gift from Lucian, he got the size wrong, but I love them to much to care,” He announces, he loves it when Lucian buys him things, sure, the kid has some stuff to work out, but he’s in the midst of his teens, I can’t judge, I was no different to an extent.

“They look good regardless love” I hand his mug over, he smiles for a moment before taking a sip “this is terrible”

“yep”

“why do you keep buying this?”

“this is the brand Craig and I would buy in Collage, the cheapest one, back then their was only like five brands of coffee, now? Like a million and I am scared.”

Damien fights the urge to laugh while drinking his coffee. “I’m the same with makeup, back when I started wearing eyeshadow and liner, I had always bought the basic line at the drug store, but recently they stopped stocking it so Lucien took me to a store named Sephora and it was terrifying, so many brands and types and workers looking at me weirdly, still have no idea how I found something and got out”

“yeah, after a trip there to spend Amanda’s xmas money I refuse to go, to many teen girls looking like adults, why do they know so much about makeup?”

We talk until our coffees go cold, which maybe was a good thing. “Do you have much work to do today?” Damien stands up from leaning on the counter, stretching, I can see a little of his stomach, I like it.

“Nope, client hasn’t come back to me with a revision so I can’t do anything. Which means free day!”

I go to hug Damien, “which means a day to just relax” he nuzzles his head into my neck and breathes deeply “mmmm that sounds splendid, one issue”

“what” I pull away in shock, oh no, my relationship with the beautifully hot, dog loving, IT wizard is over, I didn’t own any Edwardian things did I?

“Lucian had a party last night remember? That’s why I came here. You don’t think I need to check on the place?”

“You’re usually so chill with him, why the overbearingness now?”

“Last day of school, last year, you hadn’t moved in yet, I was picking up silly string for a week and got to know the local police on a first name basis.”

My face gave away my shock as I yelled “WAIT LUCIAN HAD THAT MASSIVE DEATH PARTY? THAT WAS THE TALK ALL OVER TOWN FOR LIKE A MONTH! My co-worker Susan swore it was devil worship and gave us all free holy water to help wade of any evil that ‘came out of that place’”

Damien placed his hand on his temple, “Jesus I am never letting that down”

I let go of my now loose hold of Damien and walked to the front door and opened it.

Looking across the cul de sac I saw Damien’s home, no toilet paper, or silly string, no broken anything, but he might need more proof, there was a whole inside to wreck afterall. Damien stared at me confused as I made my way back to the counter and got my phone.

“fucking what?” Lucian’s half asleep grumble graced my ear after a few rings.

“You fuck anything up last night?”

“no, we got stoned in my room and watched badly aged horror films, can’t believe you people think Nightmare on Elm Street is scary.”

“All right, just tidy up”

“will do, now fucking hang up, I need sleep”

I put the phone down.

“He got stoned with his friends and watched Nightmare on Elm Street, I think we’re clear, apart from the weed thing.” Damien rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. I started to make my way back to Damien, “so… back to bed my love?”

Damien holds onto my forearms, softly moving his hands, “Only if this shirt stays here”

“agreed”.

[roxxies]

hey all, i’m harley!! roxie here is my second character and dustin is my primary muse, but i’m posting her intro first to do some last-minute editing/proofreading on dustin’s <3 if you want me to message you about plotting or are interested in general, give that like button a SMOOCH! i’m not great at wanted connections, so hit me up with anything and everything!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide, death, drug use mention

[ margot robbie, twenty-eight, cis female, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ roxanne lemkova ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ a week ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ undercover spy ]. I hear they’re known to be [ approachable and confident ] and [ confrontational and reckless ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ burning bibles, six-inch heels, flashy jewelry, bustle of a city, raglan shirts, colored hair, body art, bubble baths, broken bottles, corsets, hair curlers, smudged lipstick, hoop earrings ]. ━ [ ooc: harley, 19, cst, she/her ]

name: roxanne lemkova

nicknames: roxie

birthday: march 21, 1990 (age 28)

hometown: london, england (later new york city, new york)

occupation: undercover spy / works multiple odd cover jobs

orientation: bisexual

relationship status: in a relationship with Hazel Mendes

children: none

education: high school diploma

VARIOUS INFORMATION AND FACTS:

roxie had a fairly normal childhood up until she was ten years old- when she was young, she didn’t understand what it meant when her father mentioned that her mother had huntington’s disease, until she began to show signs of degeneration at this point in her life. from there, it grew rapidly worse over the next few years until she passed away when roxie was only fourteen

they moved to new york city from london after her mother passed because her father couldn’t bear to be in the home anymore, and wanted a change of pace

as her father fell into a deep depression, despite the long-time preparation for her mother’s passing, roxie took over in caring for her brother a majority of the time for about a year until he stepped up and began to play a bigger role- a responsible role- in caring for his children again.

when roxie turned sixteen, her life fell into a downward spiral. she began to seriously consider the possibility that she might have huntingtons herself, although she had been too afraid to test for it and refused it multiple times when her father had tried to push it upon her. her brother had already been tested and returned negative. the prospect freaked her out but she was beginning to come to terms with the fact that if she DID have it, realistically, she would only have until somewhere in her thirties to live out her life

this all came to a head when roxie’s best friend killed herself. roxie was utterly devastated and never fully recovered- ever since, making close friends has been difficult for roxie, as she is leery about letting people in. she makes acquaintances easily, but it is easier for her to detach from them than it would be from close friends

following her best friend’s suicide, she found herself needing to know if she had huntington’s. she got herself tested at the first possible opportunity. of course, her test results came back: POSITIVE.

roxie kept it together in order to graduate from high school, although the knowledge of her disease ate away at her inside. as soon as she graduated, she took off with only a note left behind for her father- she hasn’t spoken to her brother since, resenting him for being able to live a full and normal life.

following her graduation, after hopping around shitty apartments and shitty jobs, she decided that she wanted to make her life worth something and returned home to london, going into training to be a professional international spy, dealing with apprehending international criminal suspects- sex traffickers, murderers fleeing the country, etc

however, in the background, her life had also been consumed by a slew of extremely reckless and impulsive decisions- namely partying, excessive drinking, one-night stands and flings and dabbling in the occasional drug use in order to try and cope with her diagnosis and the acknowledgement she would die sooner rather than later

the drug use didn’t last nor become an addiction, her recklessness settling down a little after a couple years

she returned to new york city regularly to visit her father, whom she is still close with and had a series of on-and-off flings with a woman there, whom she began to develop feelings for, though it never developed to fruition with her constant travel

finally, she ended up here in crownsville on another set of tasks to fulfill and she might run into some familiar faces along the way

her recklessness is still very present, although not as EXTREME as before. she still drinks and parties and hooks up with numerous people, but she will refuse any drugs. she lives her life as freely as possible, wanting to make the most of it

on top of this, she’s also bipolar and suffers from severe clinical depression. tries to take her medication, doesn’t always work out

likes the idea of marriage, but doesn’t want someone to marry her out of pity. also likes children, wants children, but doesn’t want them to grow up without a mother like her or to see her die- therefore, commitment is a bit of an iffy subject

was a cheerleader in high school, so she’s extremely flexible and bendy, trains in gymnastics regularly- makes for good practice when she needs to be a stripper as a cover job

working a variety of cover jobs in georgia- anyone who asks her will typically receive a different answer every few weeks if one job isn’t getting her the information or finding the people she needs

as a master of deception, she is a good actress and has a fair ability to tell if people are lying to her if they are giving off tells

bisexual as fuck, swings both ways with a bat- sleeps where she wants, when she wants, who she wants. basically lives her life her way and in the fast lane

can and will stab you in the neck with her heel so don’t piss her off- she has a bit of a hot temper, too

has a mixture of a british and new york accent from being exposed heavily to both places

despite her cold exterior, she can be found donating a majority of her money to charity (although some of it IS saved to indulge her taste in the finer things) or spending time at children’s hospitals e.g. for cancer patients

has Ukrainian heritage, hence the last name. she’s about half Ukrainian; her mother was British

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ooc; Okay so! Unfortunately I’m running into a problem with the x-Kit extension and the reblog edits? I can’t save/post anything if I used that feature anymore (idk if there will be a fix soon, but here’s to hoping!). So I’m not exactly sure how to reply to threads anymore outside of just copy-pasting on a new post and typing under? (Or actually this might work--wiping the stuff above with the x button, copy-pasting the text underneath and putting it in a block quote + link to rp partner, and then under that writing the reply?)

Also I am still here! I apologize for general slowness on my part and lack of activity all around. School is still very busy for me and I don’t have much time/energy to do a lot outside of that.

EDIT--Okay slight update, because I just tried this and it seems to work at least saving for the drafts–it is still possible to keep RP threads on the same reblog chain! It’s a little bit of extra steps, but can be done without X-Kit, bc that seems to be broken at the moment.But just hit reblog on the post, click the red x-button to wipe out all the previous reblog texts. Paste partner’s reply in the new-text field, and highlight it, then click the block-quote thingy to indent. Above that, paste partner’s screenname, grab the link from the previous reply on their blog, highlight the name, paste the link in.Underneath the block-quote of their reply, type yours out! Works kind of like the old system we had way back when. It’s a little less convenient but will spare the making new threads for each reply/having to cut text with read mores (which apparently are also broken).

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INDEFINITE BLOG HIATUS.

sorry for always being spotty with activity, however, i’m struggling and trying to learn to be comfortable with my art again, so i’ve but this rp blog on a backburner for now since i can’t bring it to myself to write more than a few times. 

i’ll be on dis.cord at ch㋐nel#6041. feel free to add, especially if we’ve been plotting / threading! i know have starters i haven’t responded to or made yet on here, i’ll be willing to see if i can continue on discord orz.

this blog is currently put on dashboard only. i’m pursuing further in my synergy ip and have started designing / visualization, so i’ve but my blog on a temp dash until i can re-arrange my bios / description. 

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tagged by /  @grimmmer aka malfoy apologist smh  tagging /   anyone srrry i’ve been mia for so long idk who left 

nickname /  chanel gender /  cis-female astrological sign /  taurus!! height / 5′4″ sexuality / demi hogwarts house /  SLYTHERIN favorite animals / panda  and lion average hours of sleep / 3-4 hours.   number of blankets / two but i put one under my pillow to elevate it LMAO. where i am from / california dream trip / japan so i can do me travel sketchbook since my 16 year old dumbass years ago didn’t do that when i went lMAO  when i created this account / october 28th, 2017  bby [THIS WAS ON MY RULES BTW I DONT ACTUALLY KEEP TRACK’ why i created this account /  wanted to rp again and test out my hero characters followers / 102

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going to get to starters and belated responses now!!! i might be slow though because i’m going to kcon tomorrow +  sunday possibly.

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ANYWAYS, AN UPDATE y’all probably didn’t want but are about to get. since synergy is actually in the works of becoming an ip of mine, i’m going to compress a lot of information on this blog to keep information secure and make everything here public more casual, in reminiscence of this (roleplaying) being a hobby. inevitably, that means this blog is going to undergo a total revamp (aesthetic and pages)!! hopefully, with this decision, i’ll be more active. 

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GENERAL MUSE UPDATES. updates that became official through  visually designing / drafting my muses for my indie project.

i. yeo minhwan; appearance update.        a distinguishable trait in minhwan’s appearance is a  miniscule beauty mark below his left eye. being the only one in his immediate family with something so outrageously askew in the otherwise orderly and pristine image of the yeo lineage, he resents the beauty mark and frequently conceals it in order to keep himself from being the outlier within his family’s image.       [post identity reveal] the beauty mark, also easy to overlook, ironically becomes a specific trait and cherishment for wen by guridans. much to minhwan’s dislike, a grand majority of wen merchandise (both official and fanmade) highlight the mark.

ii. ahn yunyeong; appearance update.       yunyeong harbors steel blue eyes, a deformity within his genetics. through his peers, his eyes are noted to be rather unsettling. through childhood and training in golden wings institution, his odd eyes made him the butt of many jokes. 

iii. sebastian koh; background update.  (tw: abuse, physical deformation)

   while sebastian was viciously overlooked and neglected by director kurosawa, he wasn’t a stranger to being thrust within a cycle of physical onslaught. one particular accident lead to the loss of his left eye. being tended by nam yeongjae, the older male’s generous actions kick started sebastian’s hyper-transfixation upon the other. sebastian does have a glass eye, but he much prefers to don an eyepatch instead as it’s “cooler” (as stated by himself and malachai.)

   one of howl from yoori theatre’s key item is the eyepatch. in addition, when seb transforms into an animal, the loss of his left eye (and a clipped ear) are obvious highlights to his true identity. 

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NEW MUSE BRIEFING.

MIHN JURIA. twenty four years old (standard verse) and a notorious underground fighter. once a foster child, then streetrat, to now a famed figure underground, she built herself from the ground up and holds no mercy to whatever stands in her way. the co-leader of the VANTIAS SYNDICATE, she’s loyal to her cause but not so necessarily to the leader who runs it all. needless to say, she always has something up her sleeves.

MIHN JI. also known as jee, twenty-one years old (standard verse) and a regular supporting cast of yoori theatre. for as long as she remember, she has loyally followed the steps of her foster sister, even if it meant for countless sacrifices. a member of the VANTIAS SYNDICATE, her compliance has began to run thin. fear and familiarity cages her, yet it’s only a matter of time before her limit is met. 

[previous muse briefings.] 

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🔥🔥🔥 go off (tm)

 prompt: Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.                                     status: sporadically accepting

(disclaimer: this is my generalized opinion and not an attack on any specific person  or an idea/franchise.)

🔥  purple prose doesn’t make you a good writer.  krp has a godawful mindset where in the more purple prose someone puts in their writing, the better deemed they are as “quality.” purple prose isn’t inherently bad, but when people start to sacrifice the smooth communication between the muns via their writing and sacrifice the actual PLOT in the thread just to write some utter, illegible bullshit shat out from some 19th century thesaurus just to sound intelligent and “”””poetic”’”” (it isn’t), then we’ve got a problem. 

think of purple prose as adding diamonds to accentuate your appearance. one or two diamonds are fine, they make you look sophisticated. however, what happens when you pile a shit ton of diamonds onto yourself in order to look refined? you don’t look elegant, you don’t look aristocratic. if anything, you just look gaudy. it’s the same with adding purple prose into your writing. minimally crafting your words for an eloquent, poetic feel is fine. however, when you beat your writing to death with a thesaurus and exchange mundane words for something more scientific/academic (saying thorax instead of chest, saying esophagus instead of throat, etc.), not only does it throw your writing off but it just sounds so odd in terms of context?  again. purple prose is fine as long as you have it make sense and as long as it doesn’t overdo your writing , sacrifice plot and development of the thread, or becomes so ineligible that your partner can’t understand what you’re trying to convey. roleplaying is a form of interactive writing.  roleplaying is interactive storytelling. roleplaying requires cohesive writing in order for both muns to smoothly allow the thread to transition. therefore, the actual content in threads shouldn’t be sacrificed for purple prose, nor should the mun be blatantly confused on what their partner is writing.  there’s a lot more i can say about [ie. stop making three paragraph metaphorical descriptions about how your muse is some sort of greek god and only add one fucking sentence to the actual plot and timeline of the thread] this but i’d rather just keep this rather short and move on.

🔥krp serial killer muses are so fucking cringey and badly written.  everyone tries to make their serial killer (and villain muses in general) the next (heavily romanticized) t*d b*undy and throw away blatant realism in order to make them seem like “a big bad” and “superior” over everyone else. everyone’s so hyper-transfixed on making their muse seem so cruel and vile, they think slapping a shit ton of cheap gore and making their muse kill a hundred people in one night makes them a rounded out, believable serial killer when all they’ve done is make a cardboard cut-out, one dimensional stock character to satisfy their serial killer fetish. making your muse sign out their name for every kill they make doesn’t make them cool, and it’s even more ridiculous when the mun goes about and says their muse never (and can never!!) be caught despite their muse signing their names WITH THEIR OWN BARE HANDS, leaving obvious traces of themselves (weapons, clothing, etc.) behind, and have their muse  parade about telling the whole word that their serial killers and proud. 

🔥on the flip side, krp has a problem with stock characters in general.  while roleplaying is a hobby and i respect that, ¾ of the muses in this community can be (and continuously are) boiled down to boy/girl/neighbor next door with a sweet lovable personality, will never disagree with other mun’s muse in order to avoid conflict, and is a sweet lovable lil’ ball of fluff uwu. people need to stop making cardboard characters solely crafted for the purpose of shipping and give their muses actual personality traits. yes, your muse can be kind. they can be “““““soft”“““, they can be casual. but what makes them different from everyone else? (just being arrogant or having some tragic backstory about how their friend/parent/partner died is also overdone) what makes them unique in terms of personality? what makes them believable? what makes them relatable? (crying over netflix rom-coms doesn’t count.) good characters come through not just backstory, but how the muse interacts with the world around them. 

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THANKS FOR LIKING/REBLOGGING MY AD! i’m going to work on the starters in a bit [i have to finish this “graphic novel” final and start cracking down on finalizing my mastercopy] and i’m sending out or going to be sending out messages to everyone about muse preferences and/or if they would like to wing the starter or plot something out. and tbh if i don’t get a respond back, i’m just going to wing it. 

HOWEVER ON ANOTHER NOTE, i know a lot of people tend to skim through abouts or don’t read them at all, so i’m just going to put down a quick triggers list beforehand for the themes present in my muses just so you are aware of what you may be getting into? they’re not ALWAYS going to make an appearance in EVERY thread of my muses but, in the chance that you do like the muse that you’re rping against and want to do more development or more serious threads with them, these themes may pop up so do be aware!

under the read more, these are the sensitive themes present in specific muses.

yeo minhwan and yi keon. depression and suicide heavy (!!!) aurel. mentions of kidnapping, light depression.  ahn yunyeong. mild depression, suicide, and topics of physical abuse.  hwa jaeyoung. substance abuse.  yoo kiha. physical abuse and minor mentions of animal endangerment (mice).  park jaejin. self-harm, unhealthy obsession,  mentions of harassment. sebastian koh. unhealthy obsession, verbal/physical abuse. nam yeongjae. verbal/physical manipulation and abuse.  cha eojin. topics of mortality, depression, and euthanasia.  juria and ji. verbal manipulation/abuse.