#ooc; thank you for sending this I love your bean!! I hope this works

[auburniivenus]

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜

A   contrite   grin,   as   fragile   and   transient   as   the   bloom   of   a   night-thriving   cereus,   loosens   across   her   visage.   Indeed,   the   artifice   of   deception   is   a   stranger   to   her,   an   unauthorized   guest   that   she   cannot,   for   all   her   shimmering   grace,   entertain   with   any   semblance   of   competence.   This   veritable   truth,   naked,   unadorned,   stands   as   the   very   explanation   for   her   present   inquisition   under   his   penetrating   gaze.   Her   palm,   supple   and   delicate,   navigates   through   the   cascading   curls.   "I   confess,   the   intricacies   of   deceit   escape   me."   Admits,   her   voice   is   a   tenuous   amalgam   of   vulnerability   and   candor.   "It's   a   path   I   tread   not   by   choice."   With   these   utterances,   a   sigh   escapes   her,   serene   yet   laden   with   the   weight   of   unspoken   truths,   diffusing   through   the   electric   nimbus   between   them   like   mist   over   a   morning   meadow.

"But,   you   see,"   Continues,   a   surge   of   enigmatic   joy   pulsating   behind   her   eyes.   "I’m   endowed   with   gifts   of   a   rather   unconventional   nature.   While   others   may   raise   staffs,   wield   wands,   or   unsheathe   swords,   I...   I   manipulate   the   arcane   through   something   far   more   personal."   With   a   flourish,   she   directs   his   attention   to   the   turquoise   ornaments   situated   within   her   auburn   tresses.   "This   modest   adornment."   Declares,   her   finger   poised   with   a   dramatist's   precision   towards   the   hairpin.   "Is   the   conduit   through   which   my   unique   magic   flow.   Some   may   call   these   abilities   'spiritual   powers'."   Her   revelation,   offered   with   a   harmonious   combination   of   whimsicality   and   solemnity.

@ragesin

[dadsbongos]

Reges Sumus

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa (which game/anime? who tf knows) Dynamic: Izuru Kamukura/Reader (heavily mentioned Hajime Hinata/Reader) Warnings: despair arc tings, i tried to put more into izuru’s character so i’m sorry if he comes out ooc :( Summary: Izuru knows he’s miserable, but he can never find himself pulling away. ~~~

“The world has fallen into despair. A despair so deep the entirety of humanity has cascaded into bloodlust. Anger. Fear. Hatred. Those outside our walls feel it all. Those outside our walls are jealous of us. Of our hope. Of our unity. Of our home. We cannot let them take us. We cannot let them take anything that is rightfully ours. Protect this place with your lives, for if you fall - so does our hope. So do I. So go out and fight, fight with all you have, fight with all you are. For your spouses, for your parents, for your children - for me. As long as you do so, we can save this world. We will save this world using my Ultimate as a weapon.”

“Praise be, oh Dominus.”

“Praise be, Reges Sumus.”

(Y/n) outstretched her arms to the crowd, “Now go, my children, my loves, save this world!”

In near perfect synchronist, the people pulled down their masks and turned to the large front door of the ransacked mansion, picking up their guns, bats, and knives as they left. Just in case, of course, it wasn’t their fault if someone wasn’t willing to give their rations to the leader. Same as it wasn’t their fault if their bat slipped over someone’s head, hard enough to crack open the skull like a nut, or if their fingers slipped over the trigger long enough to kill a small family over a can of beans. It wasn’t their fault. It was despair’s. It was Junko Enoshima’s.

“Dominus, aye?”

Looking to the source of the voice, (Y/n) gave the boy a close-eyed smile, she turned completely and waved off the guards that escorted the pair, “Fuyuhiko, Peko, my dears!” she let her hands fall on the blond’s cheeks, pressing a holy kiss to his forehead, leaving a lipstick stain in her wake before moving onto Peko and doing the same, “It’s lovely to have you visit.”

They both knew better than to wipe off the lipstick stains on their skin, anything even close to slander aimed at (Y/n) could be met with merciless death at her follower’s vengeful hands.

Fuyuhiko looked about the lavish room, decorated with stolen jewels and furniture, before nodding, “Not fuckin’ shabby.”

“Thank you,” (Y/n) clasped her hands together, bringing them to her chest in delight, “As much as I adore having you here, I must ask why drop by so suddenly?”

Peko piped up, “We got chased out of a hideout. Kazuichi thought it’d be funny to send us some Monokumas.”

“Oh, my! That’s not good at all,” the girl shook her head before turning and beginning to walk up a set of stairs, “Come.”

Following close after, Fuyuhiko watched as his fellow Despair trailed her fingertips gently over the paintings of herself hung in the hall. (L/n), (Y/n), Ultimate Charisma, had truly built herself a cult of lies. The belief that somehow her followers could rebuild the world and rid it of despair, somehow she could save the world with the power of her ultimate status.

She had no intention of doing so, but it gave the people something to believe in and fight for - and that was good enough.

“Here we are,” (Y/n) opened a bedroom door, a queen-sized mattress laying on the floor with no bed frame, “It’s the best I can do at the moment, my dearest apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Fuyuhiko brushed off - he knew better than to complain.

Peko nodded, “This is enough.”

“I’m glad,” she gestured the pair inside, taking each of their hands and pressing a kiss to their knuckles, “Anything for my comrades.”

As she left, she shut the door. What despair would become of the poor soul whose room that was, a shiver went down (Y/n)’s spine at the mere thought.

Minor, of course, but only in the moment. It was one of many things that would slowly build up into a cacophony - and she was reveling in it.

Entering her own room, (Y/n) jumped slightly at the dark silhouette standing by her king-sized mattress, completed with the fanciest bed frame she could steal, before recognizing the long, flowing hair. She smiled at the boy, hands already reaching out for him, “Oh, Izuru, my darling,” she took his cheeks, lovingly brushing her thumbs over the bones and bringing his forehead to her lips in a staining kiss, “Did you get in with Fuyuhiko and Peko?”

He made no gesture of nodding but the agreement was there, or perhaps he simply ignored her question and she was projecting upon a blank canvas, “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to start a cult, but won’t they tear you apart when they realize what you’ve done?”

The lies she’s told. The things she’s stolen. The people she’s killed. The sins living in her veins thrived on every weeping babe and execution splattering across these walls of hers.

“Isn’t that the point? The despair. Having everything I’ve worked for crumble when the worms revolt,” she answered, sitting upon her bed and patting the space beside her for Izuru, “Sit, my dear, I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” he corrected.

“No, but I missed your face,” she leaned over, not particularly caring of any personal boundaries he may have, and brushed back his hair, slicking it away from his face and tying it back, “Well, it’s not truly your face, is it?”

Izuru didn’t respond, simply watching as the woman took a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“It’s Hajime Hinata’s,” her smile faded for the first time in a long time, a soft frown taking its place, “We were close, you know?”

“So I’ve heard,” Izuru grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist as her fingertip brushed his cupid’s bow, “I have no memory of that, you know.”

“I do.”

“So don’t force me to.”

“I’m not,” denying his claim, (Y/n) knew he didn’t believe her - though to be fair, she didn’t believe herself either, “I just like the despair of being so close, yet so far, from my beloved Hajime.”

Silence festered within the room once again.

A smile slowly teased back onto (Y/n)’s face, “You must be tired, but there’s something I simply have to show you.”

He knew where she was going with this, an attempt at recruitment as usual, but something deep, deep, deep down told him to go along with it. Perhaps it was a rare pity.

Perhaps it was the part of him enamored with the one called Dominus.

Perhaps it was the part of him that mourned the Ultimate Gamer.

Perhaps it was both.

Perhaps it was him. 

Any which way, he stood and followed after the woman, the red of the sky drenching the walls through cracked, dusty windows as they traversed down the hallway.

Passing Fuyuhiko and Peko’s room, passing the guard’s posts, passing the main room - (Y/n) led Izuru to a room at the very end of the grand corridor. Cardboard had been hastily tacked onto the wood with messy, uneven letters spelling out ‘nursery’ in bold. She pushed the door open easily enough, despite the clear indication it should’ve been locked, and gestured the long-haired man through. 

It was dark save for the faint light emanating from a baby monitor hooked onto a stained crib in the corner with ‘K.S’ etched into the corner. From what Izuru could see, there were about four cribs in the room and all of them filled with a sleeping baby.

“I feel no sympathy for babies in despair.”

“I never wanted kids,” (Y/n) brushed past the man and his words, her voice quiet to avoid waking the children, “I always thought they were snotty, whiny, loud, annoying little money-suckers who took and took and took until they were of age to take care of themselves and then they leave you forever…” she ran a finger over the sticky wood, “and I still do. But Hajime,” she hesitantly took a glance at Izuru, knowing she’d never find what she wanted in his gaze, “Hajime liked kids. He wasn’t sure he wanted any but I think he might’ve.”

Izuru watched the woman slowly revert back to his side to watch the babies as they slept, “So?”

“Do you want kids, Izuru?”

“I’m a war criminal.”

“War criminals can want kids, can’t they?” she huffed at his difficulty, previously cheery attitude slipping into her real feelings, “Someone being unfit to be a parent doesn’t stop them. I don’t know of any restrictions preventing someone from having a child, do you?” when he didn’t respond, she continued, “Hajime’s parents were unfit and still, they had him. I’m glad he was born but I wish it was to better people.”

“He didn’t seem to resent them. From what little I can feel of him.”

“He doesn’t seem to resent a lot of people he should. But it’s his life, who am I to interject?” she sarcastically mumbled, patience for Izuru Kamukura growing thinner, “I told him the procedure was an awful idea and look who’s standing next to me…”

“You seem to hate me and yet you strangely desire me at your side.”

“I told you already, it’s the despair.”

“I’m not stupid, (Y/n), I can see through you.”

Her shoulders tensed.

“Your request is impossible and you know that.”

She just wants her boyfriend back, is that really so much to ask for?

“My request is…” she paused, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows, “My request is…”

“I’ll be taking a room for the night,” he coldly informed.

“Stay with me,” (Y/n) took Izuru by his sleeve, fingers grasping at the clothes she’d never seen on her lover before - and she still hasn’t, technically. Because it wasn’t him, no matter how much she wished for him to magically wake up and be Hajime again - deep down, she knew better.

Izuru looked at the woman, her eyes slowly wetting and bottom lip quivering. She didn’t want him. She may have thought he was attractive, but that was only because he had stolen a man’s face.

She’d never want him.

It… stung. To know a woman so enamored with a lesser version of yourself, or who you had taken over, wasn’t similarly enamored with you. And she never could be. He didn’t like feeling so hurt over her rejection. He didn’t like knowing why it hurt.

Because he always wanted her.

He shook off her hand before wordlessly leaving the room and beginning his trek towards their shared abode for the night.

He wasn’t Hajime Hinata, he was Izuru Kamukura and he knew that no matter how much he wanted the sting to die, he would still be Izuru Kamukura when he woke up in (Y/n)’s arms the next morning.

It was Junko’s curse.

It was despair.

[uwua3]

Hi Bunnie! Your Misumi jealousy headcanon was so so amazing! Would it be okay to request the same hc but for Kazu, Tenma + Taichi? Ty and can't wait to see more from you! 🐰

oh my gosh! thank you so much!!! that makes me so happy to hear you enjoyed it; tbh i was a bit nervous due to the different take on misumi’s more thoughtful, erratic side so i’m glad it wasn’t too ooc! for you, i’d love to do a jealous hc for kazunari, tenma, and taichi! let’s GOOO !!!

summary: everyone gets their heart broken, and you were the cause of their broken hearts

warnings: anxiety, cheating, fake/toxic relationships, heartbreak, unrequited love

author’s note: i hope you enjoy it! thank you so much for your support ♡ this is definitely on the longer side for sure, i hope it’s worth the read!!!

i explored different types of jealousy for each person and how it would affect their daily lives! sometimes, the best thing to do is not act on your impulses. is it really worth losing a relationship with someone over? arguably, the only person with a “happy ending” would be taichi~ fair warning!

word count: 4,799 (total) — 2,078 (kazunari), 1,616 (tenma), 1,105 (taichi)

music: ghost heart – closure (kazunari), shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t – niki, rich brian (tenma), needs – verzache (taichi)

jealousy (pt.1)

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

it was so hard to always thrive off the attention of others when it was exhausting keeping a smile up

sure, kazunari was a burden when he was excited with his nonstop, loud rant about whatever he learned in his liberal arts university... but people seemed to like him even less when he was quiet and contemplative. he was the butt of the joke, so he had to fake it until he made it

he’d rather be the funny jokester of the group and be remembered as the tolerated clown than forgotten completely

kazunari wanted people to come to him, be his friend, and find him important in their life. kazunari wanted to be everyone’s favorite, the #1, the name you’d say when asked who your best friend was

but no one liked him like that. no one looked to him first when a joke was made to check if he was laughing, everyone assumed he was. but it was so much energy to keep this happy go lucky act and it began taking away from his art

envy made up every cell of his being as he saw groups of supportive friends, students congratulated in front of the class, and just happiness in general. kazunari was always jealous, he wanted so much. he wanted someone to be his best friend

and then, you aced the role with no auditions needed. you made the cut, you entered his life as kazunari’s best friend

you made an effort to include him in group activities, responded to his over–the–top DMs with too many emojis, and even amused him with his spontaneous ideas like road trips to the next town over for the hell of it

it didn’t matter if he called you at the crack of dawn, you picked up before the last ring with just as much enthusiasm to go wherever to make lifelong memories

kazunari didn’t have to pretend like he was full of energy around you, because he was! you charged him up to his full battery and he wouldn’t stop moving until he had you to himself for a few hours

at first, it started out by staying a little bit longer after group project meetings, offering to get absolutely buzzed on overpriced hipster coffee he had to perfect as a barista, and exchanging obvious notes in class while getting in trouble for snickering way too loud

then it became seeing premieres of movies kazunari honestly didn’t care about, he just wanted to do the yawn trick without getting made fun of. he liked dramatically fighting over the popcorn with you before pretending to give up, knowing damn well at the end he’d let you have all his snacks. movies became any event possible: single mixers that were just them huddling in a corner planning to make the most memorable exit ever, mall trips that had inappropiate fashion shows in the dressing rooms before getting kicked out, even beach visits year–round and complaining when the temperatures were too extreme but still having the sickest bonfire

all these moments were posted on his private, more personal instagram where his feed would have your face in every row (he also posted the extremely candid shots of you, he was sneaky with his camerawork). everyone with a social media account knew you guys were platonic soulmates, people destined to meet each other and be by their side for every lifetime

it moved into territory like bringing you to his favorite secret hideouts. eventually, it came down to places he knew his other friends would trash and poke fun at. he began trusting you with his most prized places. his safe space that became yours as well

even his art studio rented out at the border of the urban city with a water–damaged wooden floor. you would drop by everytime he didn’t respond to your text within 10 minutes, with plenty of food because you knew kazunari gets into an obsessive state with completing a project in one sitting. he let you in without a second thought even though you had the spare key; now you were lounging upon a thrifted sofa staring at the sunset

golden hour was gorgeous on you, kazunari thought out of no where, shocking him to the core when he nearly dropped his paintbrush onto the plastic covers. get a hold of yourself man! whatever, he always hyped you up, it wasn’t a big deal. it was just usually, intentional

you didn’t seem to notice, scrolling through your phone as your shadow giggled at something on screen. kazunari felt sick (and it wasn’t the cheap takeout), he hated not being in on the joke and getting left out. jealousy brewed at the pit of his stomach as he faked a childish huff to get your attention. you didn’t look over, too busy sending a meme to someone

“whatchu laughing at?” kazunari asked curiously as he resumed painting, to which you fidgeted under his gaze. shrugging nonchalantly, you pocketed your phone that pinged with a notification. the vibration caused you to read the screen immediately without a second thought. huh...

“just some guy.” you offhandedly mentioned, opening some dating app kazunari could pinpoint. he didn’t know you even liked those types of meet–ups, he dropped his brush this time before fumbling to pick it up as cool as possible

pretending to pay attention to the painting, he lost focus as he glanced at your frame. you looked so relaxed, so casual, who were you so close to? you always told him about the few partners you had, this one threw him for a loop

“guy? don’t tell me my best friend is falling in love~!” kazunari quipped, feigning a pose of shock like it was the worst thing he’s ever heard. honestly, maybe it was, or he was a damn good actor and those hours of practice were working. maybe they were if his best friend couldn’t even see past his facade

you blushed at the implication, but didn’t deny it. you just muttered something about having privacy and rolling over to your side, continuing to text at an inhuman speed

kazunari frowned slightly, drawing his eyebrows together as he couldn’t help but steal glances at your backside. usually he got a joke, a confirmation he was basically your boyfriend, and they both hysterically laughed about it at the end of the day. not this time, apparently

this time, it was different. next time he saw you wasn’t sitting next to him in class, or beneath his arm hiding from the scary film on the projector, it was at the café you frequented to see him. except, you were with someone else. kazunari hadn’t seen you in so long, ever since you were caught messaging someone else

you ordered the same thing as always, you didn’t even have to ask before kazunari had it ready for you. but his whole personality was jittery, like he accidentally ate the entire stock of cacao beans raw. he stammered and his tone fell flat, contrasting his lively speech and flair for drama. he looked... overwhelmed

kazunari spilt your date’s drink last second, his chaotic mind barely controlling his limbs as he knocked over the order. as you tried helping him, every customer saw kazunari hide back in the shell he tried so hard to break. he simply shook his head and delivered his customer service monologue about being very sorry and the next one was on the house

there was at least in attempt in sounding cheerful, but coach would’ve definitely cursed him out for his terrible performance. he knew he was showing too much teeth right now and his eyes were too big to be genuine, but he couldn’t do anything else without his foot tapping repetitively

when you shot him concerned side–eyes from their usual table by the window, you looked different in the orange–hued sky. you were gorgeous in golden hour, kazunari bitterly thought as he wiped down the surfaces until he could see his teary eyes staring back with disgust. he was letting his guard down in front of everyone, how lame

he could hear your walls coming down, you becoming attached to the hip with that date of yours as you two became the only customers left. he heard it all, the flirting, the conversations that would definitely lead to you going back to their place with them. he excused himself to his indifferent manager before hiding in the employee stall, sliding his back down against the wall to sit down on the cold tile floor

kazunari found dates boring. all they led to was him getting his unfinished meal in styrofoam boxes and taking an uber to your place to spill what happened like it was a daily struggle. you laughed and laughed, never having stories of your own since kazunari lived through a lifetime of them for the tall tales

kazunari wanted to go back to that, when both of you were single and laughing together about how absolutely dumb committed relationships were. who else would they need besides each other? kazunari remembered asking, knowing all they could trust in was each other forever

but more importantly, maybe kazunari wanted to be more than your best friend. you were the one who cured his constant artist’s blocks with just words of affirmation, the heartfelt gestures making his serotonin levels skyrocket to oblivion before maxing out on the motivation to create anything that would make your efforts worth it

kazunari thought he just did his best with his friends by his side. but, was it normal for friends to feel like this? kazunari began imagining a painting of a figure, of someone that looked like you, except they were so far away and out of his reach. he wanted to jump through the frame and find you, manifest you for him only

no matter what he did, he couldn’t get the face to resemble anything like yours, like you weren’t his to claim creative rights over anymore

kazunari was jealous. jealous of how easily passerbys fell in love with the way you made anyone feel like they were the main character of their own story. kazunari felt stupid, like he was your comic relief sidekick who so desperately would do anything to be your final love interest

alone, kazunari laughed pitifully to himself as he picked his head up to hear your voice through the thin walls. whatever elaborate joke you were playing on him, it wasn’t funny in the slightest

he only wanted you to laugh with him, hell, he’d go make a fool of himself at any time even if meant you laughed at him

you weren’t one of his artworks, yet you were a masterpiece compared to any canvas he could have made in his entire career

kazunari wanted to paint you in all the colors possible, make you see how you were the rainbow after his rainy life

pushing himself up, kazunari stumbled out of the bathroom before shaking his head. it wasn’t worth it, he got what he wanted, didn’t he? you’re still his best friend, you just loved someone else, that’s all. all he ever wanted was a best friend, why wasn’t he satisfied with that?

when would he stop being jealous? (when would he be your #1 boy? he thought against his will)

taking a deep breath to compose himself, kazunari smiled and waved at the new couple. he saw the relief on your face before you resumed the discussion with the most animated expression he hadn’t seen in a long time. he couldn’t even recall when

everything would go back to normal before you became kazunari’s best friend. you would begin hanging out with the other person more, taking them to all kazunari’s best events. you would eventually stop answering his calls because it interfered with the other person’s schedule. you’d have plans outside of him, and kazunari would go back to being by himself. he’d keep going on dates and stay till the end this time, searching for his #1

(he would have to mute your account after seeing your posts with them, but he never told you that)

kazunari heard something other than you. he looked towards the window: it was raining again, again, and again. he opened his smartphone to take a picture:

kaz–PIKO [new post!]: i hope this rain ends soon!!!

it didn’t, at least, not for a very long time

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

tenma was what you would call, gifted. grew up with successful, charistmatic parents who watched his every move like a hawk, never giving him the time to improve from his mistakes

so every time he didn’t immediately get something, he’d give up and find other things to beat others at

the only thing he did that was acceptable to his father was acting, so he never looked back

tenma became a headliner of countless blockbuster movies and walked the red carpet as a fabricated actor with no authenticity

magazines labelled tenma as the playboy with on & off again relationships, although they were staged by his label to make him appear like some heartbreaker

truth was, he’s just like every other high school student who was really bad at focusing on academics (and had definitely not been in a real relationship)

but tenma was famous, fake friends came and went every time his popularity rose, hitting him up for favors. it was okay, he was famous, anyways. it’s not like he needed a bunch of no–bodies

at least, that’s what he told himself every time he sat with his parents at awards banquets with no one to share his success

(tenma was not jealous at all of stars with full rows of people of their friends who were always so loud and supportive)

(it wasn’t awkward going up on stage to receive a trophy with only polite clapping in the background)

you got cast as tenma’s next love interest

you were supposed to be a fake relationship that lasted longer than every other person he’s been with before

you were an up and coming actress full of potential and enthusiasm to boot, ready to take on in the industry like you were the biggest threat around

but it was clear, you loved acting

you loved playing different characters like they were an extension of yourself, paying close attention to other people’s habits so you could incorporate it in your own persona

it was strange—meeting someone who loved acting at its core and didn’t do it for the money. most people wanted their name in lights, drama with them in the middle, to have an adoring fanbase. who actually liked acting as an art form?

tenma was sure you were just hiding something, lying about your sweetheart public image to gain fans

you and tenma became public by having a public brunch date (tenma hated brunch, it was so pointless!) where photographers hid in bushes to take expensive pictures of tenma’s newest girl

tenma at first put on a facade, pretending to be the cocky star everyone made him out to be by flexing his muscles with a charming but practiced wink. why not, right? every girl loved that!

all of a sudden, you were gripping the tablecloth, dying laughing as you tried your best to stifle your outrageous response. tenma grew hot under the collar when it was clear you were very much a real, hard to hide your feelings type person off screen

immediately, he told you off in an aggressive manner but before he could apologize for being so suddenly boyish, you retorted back just as quickly. the friendly banter between you two sent sparks flying from the electric energy

those staged acts didn’t have any effect on you (unless he was in the mood for some serious jokes which he gladly fought back) so a genuine friendship formed

due to you both being competitive at heart, you guys were always caught in a friendly rivalry where you two shared real bonding moments together

your chemistry was off the charts (your managers were both very pleased with the outcome, oblivious to tenma’s defensive no ways!)

tenma’s favorite memory was ditching a panel interview without his parent’s permission to go blow his money on a popular chain arcade im the mall he could most definitely afford with his credit card. it was impulse but he texted you the address and miracously, you showed up on your own

both of you wore the worst disguises possible: snapbacks and funky graphic tee shirts as if you two were just regular students. tenma tried everything that even caught his eye, and you knew he wasn’t entirely happy with anything he got despite winning ten games already

clearly he wasn’t getting distracted enough, something must have happened on set

so you made a bet, whoever won the basketball hoops game would take all the tickets. you knew this would ignite the competitive flame within tenma

“you’re on!” tenma declared, shaking your hand with a firm grip and wolfish grin. that would be one of the last times tenma saw you as “one of the boys”

it was when you finally won against his bruised ego but chose a prize for him that tenma realized, he liked you for you. normally, he’d be showering his fake partner with stuffed animals before being ditched on the street corner, the plastered smiles gone and replaced with nasty annoyance

(he’d never admit it, but even the fake affection was nice while it lasted)

no one really liked him for him, he was just another famous teen actor with passable looks to be the side boyfriend

yet, you still got him something despite winning, giving him the plant and ignoring his surprised face

it wasn’t expensive, but it was the most meaningful gift he’s ever received

it was the first time tenma was given a present like that: a tiny bonsai tree

“maybe that’ll teach you some responsibility!” you joked, pushing him teasingly as he just stared at the little tree, feeling like something inside grew as well

he ignored it by challenging you to a DDR tournament (you won, again)

tenma began seeing the bonsai as a symbol of your friendship with him, and it felt good to finally have someone who would go out of their way to be his friend

(as a result, the bonsai was as healthy as ever)

but maybe, his macho–man act turned you off the wrong way and made him seem like a spoiled rich kid. you never could open up seriously about problems you had without laughing at tenma’s serious face, always messing up his bright orange hair and calling him a loser

tenma was tired of being a kid in your eyes, he wanted to be your manly boyfriend that wasn’t just a legacy actor

he was jealous every time you talked about your actual friends from home, who you shared everything with and made them out like they were the best people on the planet

it was silly, but did you think about him like that? did your friends even know you were with him?

tenma, for the first time, wanted a relationship that was more than just a publicity stunt. he wanted to be your boyfriend, more than just the faker

he wanted to meet your friends, then your family, and learn more about who you actually were. know what you were made up of, past the glamarous movie lifestyle he knew too well

tenma wanted to stop lying to the media because you deserved the truth

tenma wanted to recite his script about love but mean it, pretending like he was staring into your eyes and delivering the best performance of his life (if you ignore the fact he almost said your name)

but every time you guys went out, you acted like you were a babysitter and tenma was a child. you never could see him as a potential partner, just a rival who reacted like a brother would

but you read his behavior all wrong

(though honestly, tenma took every opportunity possible to have you close, because he knew you’d never be his again)

by the time the contract was up, tenma was too late. you were ruffling his hair and smiling like a sibling would, commenting on how fun it was to be with him and he could call you up anytime for tutoring. to you, he was just some high schooler who needed you to study with

but to tenma, he had caught feelings and there was nothing he could do about it

tenma would soon see the tragic news titles of how japan’s favorite it–couple split and you moved onto someone else

(someone much more serious and cool than he was, unfortunately)

tenma began booking roles in much more different films, ones with much more somber tones and melancholy scenes that fit his jealousy perfectly (he was often reviewed as having a “real connection” to his character, like he lived through the pain)

tenma noticed the way you were around the same age as your idol partner, how you actually held his hand while blushing for once. you even kissed them and hugged them in front of the cameras, which you refused to do with tenma, saying it would be weird to kiss a kid

tenma was jealous. jealous how he wasn’t as grown up as you wanted him to be. how he wasn’t mature and had a fiery temper and didn’t think things through. but his next partner was assigned and he had an outing with them soon

as soon as tenma met up with them, he flashed a picture perfect smile and heard the cameras flash behind him. they seemed to like that

his new partner didn’t question a thing as tenma addressed them by your name without noticing

that day, tenma came home to his bonsai dying, despite watering it properly

tenma gave up on you, despite the jealousy. if he wasn’t good at this dating game, there was no need to try anymore

he didn’t return back to that arcade for a while

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

the moment taichi saw you, he was convinced you were the one like every hopeless romantic out there

he was literally blown away. the wind picked up stronger when he saw you and he swore he saw red hearts around you

pretending to skateboard like he was just passing by, he bumped into you on veludo way and pretended like he had no idea where he was going

“sorry! i’m a bit lost... could you help me?” taichi paired it with his puppy eyes and tragic pout, unaware he was a bunny face to face with a wolf in sheep’s clothing

but you recognized him, the famous actor from mankai’s autumn troupe

yet, you pretended to follow his plan, knowing how quickly mankai was regaining its popularity status in theatre

(hey, maybe you’d even get free stuff if you played your cards right)

then began your relationship with taichi, where he was head over skates for you and did everything in his power to make you stay

taichi rearranged his schedule for you, staying up countless hours into the next day just to text you and have every possible moment with you

taichi always reserved you front row seats for every mankai production, sometimes even bringing you backstages despite the warnings from his other members

(they never really liked you, especially not the way you had so much control over taichi)

“taichi... you look tired. are you okay?” omi asked one day, when taichi had been on his phone the entire meal and anxiously fidgeted for a reply

(you sometimes did that just to mess with him a little, by leaving his multiple messages on read) (he hated it)

“me? i’m doing the best i could be!” taichi exclaimed, sneaking a glance at his screen to still see it dark

when omi carefully nodded and turned around, taichi’s posture slouched and the insomnia he was developing just to talk began catching up to his performance

taichi did everything a perfect boyfriend did in plays: wrote you love letters (you never read them), created thoughtful playlists that flowed well (you never listened), even learning new fun talents just to impress you (you never paid attention)

it was never enough to make you see him as more than a key to the theatre industry

to you, taichi was nothing more than a loyal puppy on a leash

taichi didn’t realize how tight his collar was until he was confronted by his troupe members, all who were as serious as it got with them

“what’s up?” taichi offered, faking a grin and suppressing the yawn building in his throat. the bags under his eyes were dark, and his blue eyes were dull. he hadn’t slept in so long. he was low on money for buying too many things. he couldn’t remember the last time he finished a meal

omi exchanged looks with the others, knowing he had to be the one to deliver the news because well, maybe he’d soften the blow a bit better

it must be bad if even juza and banri are not fighting, taichi mused, not really listening until he heard:

“—they’re cheating on you, taichi.”

taichi’s head snapped up, his body becoming rigid from the accusation. his sight landed on a digital image on banri’s phone screen, where you were clearly all over another person

(taichi remebered them, they were your lockscreen. he never questioned it)

(even if he was always jealous of how you hung out with every other friend much more than him, you own boyfriend!)

there was nothing to justify. banri explained how he and juza came upon them at the mall, and he was sorry

(it wasn’t banri’s fault, but he apologized because he was genuinely sorry for all taichi went through)

it’s not like he could say anything, the photo was clear as day! but taichi’s fists were tight by his side and he stood up defiantly

“that’s not true! maybe, that’s just their friend! or family member! i trust them, stop making baseless claims against them!” taichi knew he was making a scene, but it gave him a window to storm out of the front door and run down the sidewalk

“taichi!” he heard, but no one dared followed him. maybe he needed to face it by himself and open his eyes

they’d be back waiting for him at the end of the day when he finally realized he didn’t deserve to be in a toxic situation like this

(taichi did so much to become even better, just so you would like him more... it never worked)

taichi stopped at the park, panting deeply and leaning forward to catch his breath

this couldn’t be possible! he was the perfect boyfriend, right? he did everything for you... what wasn’t enough? when would he be enough?

but the proof was right there. taichi could see you with the same person in the image right in front of him

that’s when it hit. you knew taichi had acting practice right now, he wouldn’t know any better

all the pent–up anger within him exploded, his desperation masking a much more weak, unstable truth: fear of abandonment and the unrequited jealousy of the other person, no matter how much he hated to admit it

taichi was jealous. jealous of how you liked everyone else so much better than him, taichi wanted to be better, for you

but you were gonna leave him, toss him aside like your time together was nothing, like he was nothing

you never loved him, you liked the attention

taichi finally saw the signs, the red flags you were manipulative and knew he was easy enough to twist and break. he opened his eyes and you hadn’t even noticed him

but then, he tried to tell himself maybe he actually liked that, but it sounded hollow and fake even to him

taichi had to say no now

taichi was hurt, but he couldn’t show that to you anymore. you didn’t deserve the privilege having a say in his feelings anymore

walking by and pretending to bump into you, your face didn’t change as you saw him, simply raising an eyebrow in question

“just leave me for somebody else,” taichi humorlessly laughed, staring at the way you felt nothing for him

you stepped onto his heart and broke it, there was nothing else to say. even then, he wish he was the person you loved, even if it killed him

“enjoy yourself.” taichi finished, knowing these would be the last words he would ever say to you before returning back to the dorms

he didn’t look back, not anymore

[eirist]

Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

ON OR OFF?

One-shot #: 21 

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T. NSFW. (Nothing explicit, but adult talks.)

Note: I pretty much wonder what topics these two have when they are drinking together. Then I heard the question and got an idea. So here it is. Plus, #6 prompt from the ♣ prompt collection.

And pending prompt requests are still on the works. I get stuck sometimes that's why I write breathers like this one as right now I'm not really happy with the plots that I've come up with or the drafts I've written. I want to enjoy writing it rather than for the just jotting down a story and posting it.

Also, I might close the request box before this month ends. So if you have any more requests just message me.

Summary: "Wow! How strong is this bourbon" anyway?

​"Ok… so lights on or lights off?"

Nami smiled mischievously before downing the glass of two fingers worth of bourbon that was sitting on the counter in front of her. The golden brown liquid slid down her throat smoothly, leaving a burning yet delicious sensation. She set the glass down happily while savoring the spreading warmth on her cheeks.

The man beside her smirked, shaking his head at her question. Zoro then mirrored her action, knocking back his own drink in one gulp.

She waited a beat as he placed his glass back on the counter and reached out for the bottle they were sharing. He poured another round in his glass and surprisingly in hers as well.

She observed him for a moment, before nudging his leg with her own when he did not answer her question. 

"So?" Nami prodded playfully.

Zoro raised an eyebrow at her. He seemed to be thinking for a moment. With a shrug he finally replied, "Off."

The navigator straightened up at that. “Really?” She shot him with a downright curious stare. "Why?"

The swordsman paused for a moment. "No need to bother with the details if it's just one time thing.” He explained casually. “It’s not like you're gonna see them again."

Nami's lips formed an exaggerated 'o' at his response. She knows how straightforward Zoro is. But damn! Even in bed he is all business?

Though to be honest, he kinda got a point somehow...

"So it's wham bam thank you maam for you?” She inquired not bothering to fight the puckish grin that wanted to appear on her lips.

Zoro laughed loudly at that before emulating her grin. "That's all I need. Nothing more.”

"Gosh Zoro that's just cold!"

He laughed again as her reaction entertained him.

"Leaving women behind just like that." Nami shook her head, feigning disappointment as her long, orange locks bounced around her from the movement. "You really are a brute."

“No use prolonging the interaction Nami," Zoro chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair. “It's not like I’m there to make love or something."

"Sanji-kun will have a fit when he hears you."

"So?" Nami chortled at his typical annoyed retort whenever their resident cook was brought up.

“I’m pretty sure you’d do the same… before robbing them blind of course.” He taunted.

“Excuse me! I’d never do it with the people I rob!” She frowned at him before reaching for her drink… her warm, brown eyes never leaving his. “If I rob them I just rob them,” she continued before tossing down her drink and sliding her glass towards him so he can fill it up again.

He quirked an eyebrow at her non-verbal demand.

She just answered him with a sassy smile. “Unless,” she whispered lowly. “They are hot stuff of course. Then… I might reconsider.”

Zoro studied her for a few seconds, before emptying his own drink and proceeding to refill their glasses. “Why are we even talking about this?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Hmmm… I don’t know. But it seems to me you don’t mind having this conversation at all.”

He shrugged. They usually talk about a lot of random stuff when they are drinking—no holds barred. But they seldom venture towards... sex.

Though he wasn’t really surprised when Nami suddenly asked that question. She usually does it once in a while (this does not even compare to her other more outrageous and scandalous ones),  hoping to get some dirt on him that she can use for leverage.

“So how about you?”

He threw back the query at her, almost scoffing at the way her eyebrows disappeared behind her orange bangs as she looked startled. Apparently she did not expect him to return the honor.

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

Nami reached out for her drink with smile. “On of course. Since I’m kind of a sucker for visual stimulation.” She winked at him. “My eyes need to be pleased for me to be pleased as well. I have to see and admire the face and the body if I’m going to sleep with it.”

Zoro brought his own glass up if he was about to take a drink again but stopped, pondering about something. “Works for me if I like the girl.” He muttered indifferently, before swallowing the potent liquid down like it was nothing but water.   

“Whoa! What?!” She had just grabbed her glass and yet she almost slammed it back down on the counter.

“You know what I mean.”

The orange-haired girl pursed her lips, thinking. Well she did somehow understand what he was implying. She nodded slowly. "You mean, like emotionally attached?” She emphasized the word.

When he didn’t bother to confirm her assumption, she snorted. “Like you’ll ever be!”

“Oi. Aren’t you quick to judge onna?” He retorted, a bit insulted.

“Wait, wait! You mean you are capable of actually fancying someone?!” Nami gasped, slapping a hand down on his thigh in excitement. “You actually have a crush on someone?!”

Zoro glared at her. Then at her hand.

But she was far too distracted by the revelation to pay his scathing look any mind.

He chose to just ignore her, pouring the remaining contents of the bottle to his glass. He should draw the line here and call it a night… before her teasing leads to a nasty fight between them that can last for days.

“Hey, hey,” Nami shifted closer to him; face stopping an inch from his own and nose almost touching his cheek.

He glanced sideways at her, as he brought the glass to his lips.

Her voice was low but fascinated as she murmured in his ear; her warm breath tickling and sending shivers down his spine. “You mean if you are able to hook up with a girl you actually like… like someone you are crushing on… you’ll leave the lights on?”

Zoro scrutinized her for a moment. Nami had a really, really interested expression on her face.

Looks like he had unwittingly given her something to use on him. Damn it!

Though he found himself nodding in answer. “Yeah…” he muttered.

“Really?”

“Nothing's gonna stop me from admiring every inch of her body... all night long.”

Nami looked dumb-founded, mouth gaping open as she regarded him. Honestly, she never thought Zoro would answer her question knowing how tight-lipped he is.

But for heaven’s sake that last statement of his…

…was fucking turning her on.

She quickly drew back away from him to settle back on her stool, trying to cover up the sudden surge of arousal with feigned amazement. “Wow! How strong is this bourbon anyway? It's making your tongue loose!” She managed to josh as he chugged down the remaining bourbon in his glass.

“You tell me. You’re the one who started asking weird questions.”

"Let me try it again. Spill some more beans come on!”

“No.”

She pouted. “You’re no fun.” She looked like she was about to go into one of her famous fits when she suddenly laughed. Looking slyly at him, she snickered. “So light’s off huh? Then smash and dash, just like that?"

Zoro chuckled. “You make me sound so bad.”

She propped an arm on the counter and rested her chin on her hand, grinning like a Cheshire cat as she studied him. "Remind me never to sleep with you." She added in a wry tone as he burst out laughing again.

“Really now? Then you don’t know what you’re missing.”

It was her turn to explode with laughter, almost falling down from the bar stool if Zoro didn’t have half the mind to grab her arm and pull her towards him.

“I don’t think we will meet in the middle somehow…” Nami was still giggling so hard, even as she was almost draped on his lap. Slowly she righted herself up, lifting her head to give him a cheeky smile.

“Right.” Zoro made a tsk-ing sound. Though the smirk on his face betrayed the supposedly annoyed sound.

“Poor girls though,” she sing-songed.

Zoro merely fixed her with an inquisitive gaze.

“They'll never get to feast their eyes on you in all your naked glory with the lights off,” she teased him with an impish grin. “Damn, if that was me—”

“If it’s you, I’d leave the lights on Nami,” Zoro cut her off.

With that, he smoothly slid out of the bar stool and stood in front of her.

“Your face is heating up, is it something I said?” He remarked in a tone that was smug yet the smirk on his face was devilishly suggestive.

His lone grey eye raked over her body as her own grew as wide as saucers.

Then he turned away and sauntered towards where their nakama were still feasting.

And just like that he left her alone… with her words stuck inside her throat, her mind in a jumble as the heat that swiftly engulfed her face went spiraling down her body igniting every single nerve and setting her insides on fire when the realization of what he said finally struck her.

Her eyes settled on her still not finished drink. She swiftly grabbed it and guzzled it down, hoping the strong liquor might help bring her back to her senses.

Fuck!

[blveblood]

tell me something positive

🌹 (ooc.) i decided to compile all messages sent out for this particular meme in one post, as i do not wish to clog my mutuals’ dashes, but at the same time wish to send out a big thank you to all of you lovely people who reached out during one of the tough times of my life. you are absolutely amazing and i appreciate you immensely~

@therippingtides​ said: (A bit late but here's more positivity for you! You are a cool person and a great writer with a wonderful, lovable muse!)

🌹 (ooc.) late? no such thing as late here! i mean, look at me, answering these asks how many months after they were sent out???

on a more serious note, though. thank you so much for your kind words, love. i know back then i was feeling down, when i was hurting, when i thought things would never get better your message cheered me up immensely. you have no idea how much i appreciate that. 

@jericholeader​ said: I work so I miss a lot but I'm here late to say that your family of RK units is already a pleasure to see?? You've made them so individual, and fun on their own, and I genuinely enjoy reading anything of yours on the dash. Having you here and there makes the rpc brighter.

🌹 (ooc.) becca, my dear, speaking of making the RPC brighter - i think none of us shines quite as brightly as you do; you are an absolute ray of sunshine and a delight to have around. i cannot begin to explain how grateful i am for you and your kind, darling words. thank you so much.

you are so, so very much loved and appreciated.

@destinydriven​ said: hi chenny !! i know we haven't talked or interacted much so far but i really do admire the way you write and portray your four boys ! not only is your writing style so captivating but i love how each four are so unique yet so clearly connected to one another. i'm always so so glad to see you on my dash ! 💙

🌹 (ooc.) MC dear, hi! even though we have not interacted all too much IC, i must admit it has always been a joy and delight to see you on my dash. i hope intently i will, one day, receive the chance to interact with you, after all!

for now, thank you so, so much for your kind, lovely words. i want you to know your care and kindness are very much appreciated. thank you so much for taking your time to send this lovely message in~

@maccaillte​ said: I love you and all of your boys! Dem the best boys around! The goodest boys! Can’t wait to get to know and interact with them!

🌹 (ooc.) ;;A;; RAE MY DEAR! words cannot describe how much i cherish you and your friendship, you are a darling bean and i could not be happier to be able to count you among the most important people in my life. thank you so so much 💕 stay safe, dearest!

@savedgames​ said: You are beautiful and lovely and wonderful. You breathe such life into every character you write. And I personally think it's you that got me back into DBH so thanks for that. :P

🌹 (ooc.) daisy, sweetheart, let me just quickly throw an uno reverse card at you, cause - no, YOU are the lovely and wonderful one! i appreciate your compliment so, so much and i am eternally grateful i am able to call you my friend. you deserve the very best in the world - and! honestly, i do not have a single regret about dragging you into the DBH fandom again, haha. it’s what i am here for~

[oathofpromises]

Trips and — cartwheels, sending URL over ;;;; out of curiosity

⭐️ooc: Lance, what can I say about this sweet bean. I love your Sora to pieces. You play him so on point and how you talk about your love for the character is just amazing. You play Sora how you want to and it’s so on point.

I can tell through our many threads and banters just how much you adore Sora. I know lately some days have been hard to really rp which is okay. You work so hard at replying to every ask or comment you get and that is incredible. Even though sometimes I worry if you take enough breaks to relax.

I said it before but I consider you one of my main Sora’s. I enjoy all of our interactions and glad we met and become friends. I didn’t tell you this but part of reason I started writing as Kairi was because of you. Thank you for being such a lovable noodle.

I also love your edits, you make such pretty Sora edits and I know as you practice you’ll get better and better. The work you do is incredible and don’t ever let anyone try and tell you otherwise.

I do love that you focus on platonic love, which is super important. I just adore you and your Sora. There’s so much I can say but it never seems like right amount of words.

I just hope you never lose your spark because you’ve such a talent for playing Sora.

Lance, is a sweetheart and incredible Sora to write with. If you haven’t talked with them or interacted worh them. Then your missing out on amazing and supportive friend.

[vylette-takeda]

If you could offer someone new to roleplay one piece of advice; what would it be and why?

This is a great one and admittedly so hard to narrow down to one thing. My advice may seem basic, but I think new role-players, especially anxiety monsters like me can really take it to heart. Also as I typed this reply got *much* longer than anticipated so..if I drone on, I hope you all will forgive me! I am really hoping some new roleplayer somewhere (or a more experienced one who is having trouble) will see this and find value. If not well…chalk it up to Vy babbling. But I tried to make it entertaining, covered a few important topics (I think!) and the main focus in case you just want an easy answer is found in the following sentence:

Always remember, people want to RP with you.

Time and again, I have heard people lament (and I have at times been guilty of saying these same things!) “I am not good enough.”, “My writing is not good enough.”, “I do not know the lore well enough.”, “People do not seem interested in me/my character/my ideas.”Well? Forget all that! Let me let you in on a little secret new roleplayer: Most other RPers are just like you. They are into nerdy things or else they would not be here, they enjoy mutual storytelling and interactions in RP, they are probably just as shy as you (That is an important one. Think of all the rpers you know..how many start off by claiming they are shy? *raises hand* Guilty!), they also have insecurities, but most of all they are standing there with their IC tag on because they *want to RP with you.* So what does that mean? Go on ahead and make that approach! I know what you are thinking, “But Vy, I am a shy bean and no one knows me and I stand in the Quicksand and I don’t know what to do or how to approach and ahhhhhhh!” Well friend, I was there too. Let me tell you a secret, lots of days I *still* am. What i recommend heartily is an icebreaker. Just like meeting someone in real life. Now you can do this IC by just walking up and emoting but lots of folks are afk a lot or alt tabbed on tumblr (guilty party here) so I am going to recommend starting with a tell. So what is a good icebreaker? Well, think about what attracts you to a character and makes you want to RP with them in the first place! Here are some examples:

A) You think they did a great job with their character design or glam. It really seems to fit the theme they are going for. Their search info says “Shroud Witch” and wow did they nail that look!“Hey I really love the aesthetic of your character! You really nailed that look. Do you have an online profile for your character? I would like to know more.”See what I did there? A true and tasteful compliment with a follow-up to hopefully learn more. If they have a profile odds are it is already in their search info (more on that later!) but it may not be. Either way this opens the door for the player to tell you about their character, and who among us does not like doing that? It lets you open the door to seeing if it could be a good fit, what kinds of RP they are into (feel free to ask during the convo, most people are happy to tell you) and just get the dialogue started. From there you can probably work on an introduction.

B) You saw their amazing carrd/refsheet/tumblr/third party web page in their search info, looked it up, found their character and say “Yes! My character would love to meet a paid contract assassin with no morals” Or..um..something like that. Tastes vary and I don’t judge. Send them a tell!“I just read your carrd (or whatever) and it looks amazing. I really like your character and writing. Would you be up for some RP?” Again, a genuine compliment and trying to make the connection. They might ask you about your character. Tell them!

C) They are pretty pixels. *Sigh* let’s face it, it is going to happen. I would recommend, truly, if the only draw you have to someone’s character and a desire to RP with them is based on how pretty they are on screen..you choose someone else. Now I am not saying “No search info, no RP!” If someone is alone and you’re like “Hey lemme see what this Seeker is all about…” go for it. But if it is solely looks based and you contact the person because of them “looking hot” it reeks of ERP. I have gotten many many many of these tells. Way too many to count. 98% of the time that is where they head and my shields go up immediately

Now I am not insinuating you are looking for ERP and frankly the person you contact may not think so either. Additionally, realize rather bluntly, I don’t care. You should seek your enjoyment as you wish and there are lots of others in the sandbox who want the same thing. I am saying however based on experience I and others I have talked to have had…well you understand. Now if that *IS* what you are looking for, godspeed and good luck. I am not judging you. I will not however cover that here as a) I do not think it fits with the overall tone I am going for here and b) I don’t do random walk up ERP so I am in no way qualified to discuss it.

A few points to ponder!

1) Be honest and genuine! It comes across. Do this with your compliments, your language and your discussion.

2) Do NOT be afraid to tell them you are new! Most of us are very happy to help new people learn the ropes and we tend to be pretty tolerant of mistakes. We make them too! Also if you are shy they may be willing to do the walk up for you and make the approach to kick things off. (Score!)

3) DO NOT BE CREEPY. If your tell starts with “sexy kitten owo :))” odds are pretty good I am not going to be super receptive or get a good vibe from you to want to RP. (See “shields up” above)

4) Be respectful. This one goes without saying, or rather it should.

5) Remember RP is a dialogue. Go back and forth!

6) Do not be afraid to discuss things in tell in an ooc manner. If you are uncomfortable with something or are not sure how to proceed, let them know or ask.

7) (I wish I did not have to say this one but…) If someone goes outside your boundaries remember YOU are in control of YOUR character and YOURSELF. No one can force you to RP, force you to ERP or make you commit to a scene you are uncomfortable with. You are free to walk away at any time no matter who the person is if they go beyond your boundaries.This one is so very important. Most RPers are just a friendly lot looking for good times and friends. Some…are not. Do not let ANYONE take advantage of you. It is of course best to talk and not escalate immediately but at the end of the day your comfort and safety are far more important than the integrity of the RP!

8) Sometimes it is not all rainbows and sunshine. You will encounter crappy people sometimes. You will encounter people who for some reason or another are very elitist or don’t like your character or you. IT HAPPENS. No one owes anyone else RP or attention (likewise you don’t owe anyone either!). Let’s say that again. No one owes anyone else RP or attention (likewise you don’t owe anyone either!). Try not to let these incidents discourage you! For every one of them there are a dozen people standing around awkwardly waiting for someone else to make the first move! if you can be that person, you have already won the game.

9) Always say thank you for the RP! I mean forgetting is fine sometimes, we all forget, but if you had a great time? Let them know!I am certain there are 100 more helpful tips butttttt I think I babbled enough for now! I truly hope some of this was helpful. Thank you for indulging me, and happy RPing!

[alternislatronemhq]

Congrats, EMILIA, you have been accepted to AL for the role of OC OPHELIA ROWLE (FC: Imaan Hammam). Ahhh, wow, Emilia, I absolutely adore Ophelia already! Your application was wonderful and you’ve built an incredible character. I can’t wait to see her come to life in the midst of our plot! Your writing was absolutely beautiful and I’m delighted that you’re joining us!! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist. Welcome home (once again), we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — Emilia age — 19 pronouns — She/ Her timezone — EST activity level — As of now I have a lot of free time and can be very active, especially on weekends.

IC Overview

name — Ophelia Rowle faceclaim — Imaan Hammam, Jessica Parker Kennedy, or Rania Benchegra age — 26 gender — Female sexuality — Bisexual

patronus — A coyote.  Just like her patronus, Ophelia could be dropped just about anywhere and find a way to make it out on top. And yet, also like the coyote, Ophelia is often misunderstood and painted as a villain.

boggart — She despises the fact that it’s her mother. Then again, a shiver still runs up her spine every time she thinks about that woman. She can never forget how her voice boomed like thunder when she was angry, nor the sound of glass shattering when thrown against a wall. Ophelia sees all the qualities she hates in herself stem from her.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

+Resourceful

Ophelia finds a way to get things done. She uses quick wit to evaluate situations; to puzzle together the bigger picture and see things for how they are and how they could be.

+Industrious

When Ophelia works towards a goal, she’ll be damned before she allows someone to stand in her way. Years of having her ambitions trampled on by her father in favor of her older brother have left her diligent and downright ruthless in order to get what she desires.

- Guarded

Ophelia resembles a bear trap: get too close and she’ll snap shut, but not without taking a piece of you with her. She finds comfort within the walls she’s built up, careful not to let anyone inside. She’ll inevitably disappoint them, anyway.

- No Self-Esteem

Nothing she does is ever good enough. Ophelia tends to push herself to the absolute limit in order to prove her worth, but it will never satisfy her. She has to do her best, to be the best and she cannot accept that she’s only human. It’s only a matter of time before she breaks.

character biography —

Born in Louisiana, her earliest memories were dotted with the warmth of the summer sun and only contrasted with the polar blue of her mother’s eyes and the chill of her father’s indifference. By the time she’s five, Ophelia’s all too familiar with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth from biting her tongue too hard. Pureblood girls should be seen rather than heard, according to her mother. One off hand comment about thinking marriage is ‘icky’ and Ophelia winds up jinxed with a mouthful of soap bubbles. A life long aversion to the pink-speckled Bertie Bott jelly bean and a reluctance to argue with her mother follows. She has three older siblings, only her brother Otto makes time for her.

At eleven she stands dead-center of a gordian knot. Ophelia stares back at the four statues in front of her, insides fluttering. The whole school is looking at her from the balcony and the dark wood paneling of the entrance hall feels as though it’s closing in. She looks up to the balcony, and there he is. Her brother’s smile is crooked and good-natured. Two statues move forward: Wampus, who favors warriors and Horned Serpent, who favors scholars. Ophelia will later wonder how her life would have been different if she had joined Wampus. Either way, she prospered in Horned Serpent, her keen mind soaking up all she could get her hands on to read. Ophelia’s grades were outstanding, but it wasn’t enough. The best and only the best was all she would accept. Anything less was a failure.  Ilvermorny became her home; a place where she could flourish. She was safe behind the castle walls, even as whispers of war sailed in from across the Atlantic.

She’s fifteen when Otto is disowned. His smile was still crooked as he cursed their family name with a mouthful of blood. Ophelia watched from afar with her other siblings as her mother’s silvery voice contorted into a roar more akin to a Hungarian Horntail than a five-foot-two woman. She flinches whenever an impossibly straight red jet of light hits the young man in the chest. He goes down with a cry of unbearable pain and Ophelia’s mind drifts to Christmas, only three days away. She’s always loved the holiday. With the twinkling lights and the annual parties, or when their family tolerates each other long enough to sit at a family dinner. Now, all she sees is her brother begging for mercy on the floor. She doesn’t like the holiday season after that ever again.

England is foreign to her. The craggy cliffs of Dorset where her cousins reside are so far away from the muddy Mississippi River. But she steels herself and pulls through because that’s what she has to do. Her aunt and uncle talk about their Dark Lord with all the fervor of the religious zealots back home. He’s a messiah in their eyes, giving their hatred for no maj-borns a platform. Ophelia hears him speak at a party a few days before she turns sixteen. He’s charismatic, she’ll give him that, but there’s something about him that makes her want to turn tail and run for the hills. At Hogwarts she’s sorted into her second house with a snake as its mascot. Slytherin house is not as warm as Horned Serpent, and it is not her home. More than often she finds it hard to sleep in that cold, damp dungeon. But this is her life now, and she adapts. For the next two years she claws her way to academic success, but stays notoriously aloof to her fellow peers. There are times she feels as though there is something wrong with her. She feels empty inside, as if someone took a melon baller and scooped out everything good about her.

She doesn’t return to America when she graduates. War gives her reasons to burn bridges, makes it easier for her to claim, ‘oh, I’m busy’ and move on with her day. Ophelia gets her training as an auror and right off the bat her family disapproves. It goes against her childhood teachings of ‘seen, not heard,’ and arguments are futile. No matter how many times she claims it’s to get a foothold in the Ministry, her family finds it a waste of her time. She could do much more as a servant to the Dark Lord (by this time his name has become synonymous with the taste of bile and a retch of disgust). It’s too late anyways, Ophelia already has her mind set and by God she’d like to see them try and stop her. She will be the servant of no one, thank you very much. Her outlook on the Order isn’t much better, though. So what if they get rid of Voldemort? There will be another like him. And another after that, and so on and so forth. Maybe she’s just a cynic, but history continues to prove her right. What makes this time different? Not a goddamn thing. But there’s a part of her that wants them to prove her wrong— a first in her life, given she hates being wrong. The part of her who remembers her brother smiling with a mouthful of blood in a final act of defiance. Because Ophelia is cynical enough to know there will always be another Dark Lord, but the determined bit of hope left in her heart knows there will always be more willing to fight against him. Will she be one of them?

plot ideas — 

I think Ophelia needs someone to see through her air of indifference. She needs someone to prove to her there’s much more to life than power and control. It doesn’t matter whether it’s romantic or platonic, she just needs someone she can trust. She’s set such unrealistic standards for herself that she’s completely convinced that she’s not good enough. It’d be interesting to see how she could react to someone accepting her flaws and all… or at least calling her out on her bullshit.

Something steeped in political intrigue is right up her alley. Perhaps something sways her from her neutral position and she gets wrapped up in it. Maybe one side offers her something she desires or the other twists her arm into helping them. Even if it’s something as simple (and potentially hilarious) as sleazing it up with people in high positions of power, I really think she’d thrive in that kind of situation.

extra —

Headcannons

She’s never been in a serious relationship before besides a few noncommittal flings. Ophelia’s never really been good at keeping friends, either, because she holds them at such a far distance. She turns into a bumbling mess when it comes to talking about feelings.

Ophelia, unlike her family, doesn’t give a damn about blood politics. She only values hard work and intelligence in others.

Despite being in not one, but two houses with serpents as their mascots, Ophelia’s actually terrified of snakes. When she was a toddler, her oldest brother tossed a corn snake into her cradle and she’s hated the things ever since.

[was-wicked]

Laws

       RP is meant to be something fun for both parties. Here are some rules to ensure we both feel safe and comfortable while writing together!!! I may sound harsh and picky here, though I promise I am not. I am just slowly adapting and changing with the me personally, what I feel needs to be said, and just things I add that I see overtime. I am very protective of my muse (hence why I have so many rules) but I love writing and I would love to write with you, but first I would love if you could take some time to skim this over real quick. 

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1. At a time I will actively have running usually 100+ threads on this blog alone. Yes it is a lot and yes I am a part time worker and full time student, but I have a schedule to work it out

            -If you think that I am forgetting something of ours or have lost it, you can message me to remind me but please be courteous about this. I have a life and this is a deep hobby of mine and sometimes I have spouts of time when it’s easier to write with mates.

2. I love memes. I fully consider myself meme trash. If you reblog a meme, there is a 99% chance that I will send it (I have been holding back, and I keep saying that I will stop. But now I generally mean it). IF I SEND YOU A MEME YOU ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO RESPOND. YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO MESSAGE ME AND SAY I AM NOT FEELING IT, JUST DELETE IT. I will not be upset. I understand. And I do not care.

             - If you send a meme and want to continue a thread, you also don’t need to ask. Just go.

            - This being said, please don’t reblog memes without sending them in. I do believe in reblog karma, especially since I have been on mobile a lot more.

             - This is also where I want to emphasise the word: NO. You have a right to it. I do too. So don’t be afraid to use it.  

3. Replies might take me awhile. Leta is an emotionally complex character and as such it takes a lot of energy to write a single paragraph. Every word and motion she makes has a reason to it. I do not half ass any of my threads, every word of it is coming from Leta and has been thought out thoroughly, as such, somethings get replied before other and go in the opposite order of what I owe (my drafting process goes something like: Okay. This is what I owe, though if I cannot write this for whatever reason I will move on to something else I owe said partner). I take my muse very (too) seriously and Leta can get in certain moods and since I write from her and where her head space is at. Sometimes Leta will want to throw herself into bad and torturous situations, other times she just wants a hug, and other times she just wants a cry. She is emotional. She has trauma. If you won’t give me patience, which I don’t either sometimes, I get it, give HER some.

            -Going along with this, I don’t censor Leta. If she says or does something that makes your muse or you uncomfortable I ask you please message me.  (this applies to OOC as well)

           -And also. I play Leta a little differently than others, I know. Don’t tell me how to control my muse. And don’t GodMode.

          -I love criticism and thought on what I am missing, but that is different from hate. THIS IS A HATE FREE ZONE FOR ME AND MY MUTUALS. DO. NOT SEND. HATE.

4. Starter Calls, Meme Calls, ANY call unless otherwise stated is mutuals only. Memes are for everyone, though it may take me a little to get to them. This is for my own sanity 

         -You can ALWAYS send me memes and you can ALWAYS message me to plot. And if we are mutual you can always send me an in character ask unprompted. 

5. I am a selective shipper. The way I portray Leta she is very very VERY emotionally raw. She doesn’t get into platonic or romantic relationships too easily. When it comes to romance the only character who does not have to come approach me about plotting is Theseus Scamander (and a young Newt, but that is toxic). Otherwise just pop into my IM’s with a “yo. I ship our characters” and we can talk about it.

6. OC’s. I love them, though I ask your character has a bio and that you are okay if I ask you some questions about your character. Without a biography I have the full right and will probably say no to writing with you.

      -Though I will not have any pre-assumed relationships with an OC unless otherwise discussed and plotted.

7. I  am 18+. There will be adult content on this blog. I like writing adult content. I will RP with minors. I will not RP the following material with a minor as I deem it adult only material: NSFW, Manipulation, Torture, Kidnapping. If I find out that you are underage I will message you and drop the thread.

       -I am okay with most thing on this blog, but the following are triggers I personally do not allow: Rape and other forms of sexual assault (can comfort people about it BUT DO NOT TRY THAT ON MY MUSE), and Self Harm.

    -On the terms of triggers, this blog may contain the following triggers besides the ones about: depression, thoughts of suicide, downess/mass insecurity, abuse, parental abuse, parental abandonment, inappropriate alcohol use, neglect, and more. And I may not tag it as some triggers are just part of Leta’s narrative.

8. Have fun. Communicate with me. Send me a meme. Send me ten. IM me. Ask me questions. Say hi. I am honestly just so happy to be here and want to do anything and everything on this blog. IM me to plot. IM to ship. IM me to send a hello or to rant about your day. I value communication and rather enjoy talking to other mutuals. I promise, you are never being annoying with anything you do, and if you have a question, go ahead and ask me! I love just chatting but am the absolute scaredest bean who does not know what to do or say sometimes so if I ever annoy you, you have every right to come into my messages and smack me on the head.

        -I would like to say that I hope to be first and foremost a friend. Partner. We’re a team and I am always here for anything. So please don’t be afraid to ask or poke me about anything. 

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WOAH! That’s a lot! But look you made it! Thank you for checking this out. If you could possibly send the password:  “only blinkered people” just to show that you’ve read my rules that would be awesome. Character Bio in the description and I cannot wait to write with you!

[briflatclarinet]

25 Days of Wolfmas: Prompt Four/five

Hey! It’s nearly day six at this point, but here’s today and yesterday’s prompts. I wasn’t feeling it yesterday but I decided I should still answer the fourth question and incorporated here. I’m not super pleased with the end, but it was a part of my actual answer and that’s how I’d imagine Eiffel would react, so sorry if he’s a bit OOC cx

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And thanks for reading ^-^

U.S.S. HEPHAESTUS STATION, WOLF 359 MISSION

PROJECT WOLFMAS: TRANSCRIPTION AND NOTES

Log Date: 1204021856-WDE

BEGIN TRANSMISSION

MINKOWSKI

Eiffel! You can’t hide forever! You have to get these recordings done!

(Note: Stomping feet can be heard. Minkowski lets out a frustrated groan.)

MINKOWSKI

Hera, can you tell me where Eiffel is? He told me he did his recordings for yesterday and today all in one go, but when I checked earlier I noticed he hadn’t done either of them.

HERA

Is that why Officer Eiffel has been hiding inside the Comms panel for the past hour?

MINKOWSKI

He’s been what?

EIFFEL

(Note: Officer Eiffel’s voice sounds quite muffled.) Hera!

MINKOWSKI

Eiffel! (Note: A panel opening can be heard, and then a thud) What are- when did- how did you even get in there?

EIFFEL

(Note: Officer Eiffel sounds slightly in pain and groans) It’s not as hard as you’d think, but it is a tight squeeze, Commander.

MINKOWSKI

And why are you hiding there?

EIFFEL

So I could avoid your inevitable rage when you figured out I wasn’t actually doing those stupid recordings?

MINKOWSKI

(Sighs) Eiffel. You’ve only done three of these things; how bad could they really be?

EIFFEL

I just don’t get why Command is having me do extra work on top of all the other stuff they already make me do, you know? What’s the point of me reading these when someone else already answered them?

MINKOWSKI

Like I said before, Eiffel, I don’t know why Command put you up to this, but it was a direct order. And you already missed one, so you’ll be reading that one and today’s.

EIFFEL

Seriously?

MINKOWSKI

Yes, seriously. I’m not letting you skip a question just because you missed a day.

EIFFEL

Come on, Minkowski! What’s skipping one little question going to do? I bet Command doesn’t even listen to these.

MINKOWSKI

They might not, but they specifically asked you to read twenty-five questions and I’m going to make sure those twenty-five questions get read.

(Silence)

(Groan) Eiffel, would it kill you to obey Command and complete an order once? Just read the stupid questions and be done with it. It’ll take what? Five minutes?

(Silence)

Fine! How about this? You can read the questions or you can help Doctor Hilbert with searching for that giant plant monster he let loose a few weeks ago. Your pick.

(Silence)

EIFFEL

(Groan) Fine! You don’t have to twist my arm so much, I’ll do it.

MINKOWSKI

Good, then hop to it. And I’ll be checking for those recordings as soon as you’re done, so no more funny business, alright?

EIFFEL

(Sigh) Yes, sir.

MINKOWSKI

And if you try anything like this again, I will personally sit in for each and every recording session to make sure you do them. Do I make myself clear?

EIFFEL

Yes, sir.

(Note: Footsteps can be heard exiting the Comms room.)

EIFFEL (CONT.)

Let’s get this over with. (Sigh) Hiya, folks. Doug Eiffel here to once again read weird questions and even weirder answers from some mysterious source sent to us by the lovely people over at Goddard Futuristics. And wouldn’t you know? Today’s a special episode because I have not one, not three, but two questions to read today. That’s right folks, two questions will be read for your listen pleasure. Isn’t that spectacular?

(Silence)

(Chuckle) Yeah, that’s what I thought. Anyway! Our first question iiiiiisssss: Who is your favorite character? Oh, this should be good. The answer should be obvious. (Chuckle) But Mystery Writer seems to have quite a bit to say, oddly enough. Guess they don’t like picking favorites. (Throat clears)

(Note: Officer Eiffel puts on a different tone that is over dramatic.) How dare you try to make me choose between such amazing characters? This is an outrage! Jk but seriously, I love almost every character in one way or another and even the ones I don’t love, I still respect them as a character. If I absolutely had to choose a favorite character, it’d be a toss up between Eiffel and Hera with Minkowski, Hilbert, and Lovelace tied for second.

EIFFEL

Seriously? Who could like Hilbert as a character? I mean, it’s good they picked the obviously correct choice for favorite, but those runner ups! And who the heck is Lovelace?

HERA

Officer Eiffel, you’re getting distracted again. You’ll never finish the assignment if you keep interrupting yourself.

EIFFEL

(Sighs) You’re right, Hera. I can contemplate the weirdness of it all later, let’s keep going.

Eiffel is the character who got me hooked on the series from episode one. I loved his shenanigans and it was nice to see how he developed throughout the story and his reasons behind being so goofy and sarcastic. Hera is a loveable bean who is just all around amazing and pretty relatable, despite being an A.I. I also love Michaela Swee’s monologues so much! Minkowski is just endearing in a way I can’t explain and I love how badass she can be when the going gets tough! Hilbert was an interesting character for me. At first, I loved how silly he seemed and the season 1 finale really surprised me! Then I loved how complex his character was and his motivations for being a scientist (along with his views on his work) really intrigued me. I didn’t initially like Lovelace, but as we got to know her past being desperate to leave and we learned about her previous crew, she really grew on me. She’s a nice mix of Eiffel and Minkowski in my opinion, and her origins just added to her appeal. I also really enjoy Mr. Cutter as an antagonist! He’s super creepy, but his charisma and cunning are what intrigued me. Villains like him are pretty much my aesthetic.

EIFFEL

A villain, huh? I wouldn’t go that far honestly, but the man is pretty creepy. And I think I’ll ignored any implications about the good Doctor for now in favor of getting to the next question. And hey! This one isn’t too long. What is your favorite fan theory or headcanon?

And survey says: I don’t really read many fan theories, but I love the headcanons that revolve around the gang staying in touch and helping each other out like one big family after they get back to Earth. I also really like the idea of Eiffel getting in touch with Anne once they get back home.

EIFFEL

Anne? Wait a minute… How could they have known about her? Nobody’s supposed to know except Cutter!

HERA

Officer Eiffel? Is everything okay?

EIFFEL

No, everything is not okay, Hera! I want to know how this mystery write seems to know things they shouldn’t! This is getting way too weird, even for this place!

HERA

I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, Eiffel. Maybe they work for Command-

EIFFEL

(Note: Officer Eiffel sounds incredibly upset.) Yeah, and this is Command’s way of screwing with me! This is just like the Empty Man again! No one knows what the hell’s going on, Command keeps sending these weird messages, and it’s freaking me out!

HERA

Eiffel! It’s okay!

EIFFEL

No, it’s not! I bet Command’s down there having a laugh making me dance for peanuts and I’m tired of it. I just- they shouldn’t- (Sigh) I’m going to go, I’m done with this.

(Note: Recording ends abruptly. It seems it didn’t take long for these recordings to illicit a reaction from Office Eiffel. More to follow in the upcoming days.)

END TRANSMISSION

[shinku-maji-blog]

So I returned home from work, to discover I now have 112 followers, marking this as my official first milestone as Rin. Returning to Tumblr has been a really huge challenge for me since last year during a time where I hit rock bottom & slowly had to rebuild myself. I got a job, a drivers license & am aiming for a new career goal now. I’ve made a lot of friends, & lost a few on the way. 

Finding a muse I could truly connect to was difficult, as I was popularly known on my previous Sakura & Tamamo blogs. Eventually, due to the recent Heaven’s Feel hype & me having loved Heaven’s Feel for a very long time, caved into making a Heaven’s Feel route Tohsaka Rin after realising most were UBW. Many UBW Rin’s I’ve met & I adore their portrayals & they always looked like they had fun. So, I chose the route I loved most & have not regretted it. I was pretty worried, that this blog would go nowhere. 

But thanks to a lot of people, sadly only some I know personally, but hey I have time to mingle! It’s stuck & I intend to be on this blog for years to come. So with that, I’d like to thank everyone for their support, whether were mutuals or not, whether we role-play or not, or if you just send in Anon’s or asks, it all means a lot to me! 

The first person I shall thank is of course my irl boyfriend @senexdemonte. & let me tell you, sometimes he can be a majorly jealous jerk. (Clearly I’m lovable, cough.) & I’ve definitely lost my temper with him plenty. But despite this, he is always there in my corner, if someone’s upset me, or if I’ve ever had Anon hate, he is always there to either support me. He always reassures me my writing skills are good, & although he’s not a huge role-player himself, he does accept my hobby which is nice. &, I think I would have been a lot more scared of returning if not for him. So I’m truly grateful that he’s always there to support me & of course I love him. He’s a great guy, & he definitely fits his muses personalities. (Cough.) Probably why he can role-play them so well, should probably concern me...no, no, it does concern me. xD But I think the world of him, just, if anyone hears a shouting for help Phantom, ignore him, I’m just throwing a book his way. ovo He’s actually, well one of two people who got me into Fate. The ironic thing? Years ago, years, years, yeaaaaars ago, I used Rin as a FC for an OC, & I never looked into where she was from, until I saw her again & was like ‘Whoa, it’s that chick in red I used years ago, never could find her name.’ & when I learnt, ironically, it was Rin who got me into Fate. So, it’s ironic it took me this long (like 3 years?) to make a Rin blog. The second mention, which I shall include two individuals in are @motherfuckingredsaber @hxlyswcrdedkxng. Mellu for always being a great friend, the edits she’s done for me & helping me find needed information within Fate as well. As stated on my blog, the Suzuka mun fc icons were all edited by her. So she’s always been a grand support for me be it ooc related or role-play related. Second is Aura, I have no idea which blog is their main one so lets go with Arthur lolol. Anyway! They’ve always been a great friend & a great listener, they never take what I say to heart when I’m ranting about something & they’ve always been very understanding. I’ve known both of them a very long time, & I probably wouldn’t have returned without their help as well. & I highly recommend checking out their blogs.

The third mention, which again shall include two individuals are @maluspuerum & @motherfuckingbrotheroftheyear. Knight & Zack are both amazing people, I’ve known Zack since way back in my role-playing time on Tumblr, & I’ve known Knight a reasonable amount of time. They’re both super fun to talk to, their blogs are always great for me to interact with & it’s so nice to share hc’s or just ruin Rin’s life. They’re very friendly & open to ideas, & I’ve always felt very welcomed around them. 

@mortalshinobi is my fourth mention, & a long time friend of mine ooc. Their art is pretty cool, & their blog is pretty creative imo & it’s cool to see AU existences. They’re always free to talk & plot, & discussing topics with them is always fun. They never get defensive, or angsty or rude, they’re super easy to talk to. Not saying anyone on the site is rude, just, their personality is super laxed & it’s very safe around them. They’re always eager to see my writing, & it really makes me happy they enjoy our role-plays. I also can’t believe I entered a ship I don’t even ship, and damn that’s happened with Rin/Shinji too & I’m questioning all of you on this list right now.

@crimsonsovereign, though we haven’t caught up much lately, you’re a really fun person to be around & you’ve definitely had my back when I’ve needed someone to rant or cry to. I also really love your writing!

@saberxfblue & @aurealmaster, I haven’t spoken to either of you for that long. But you’re both really cool people, a lot of fun to talk to & a lot of fun to role-play with. Shipping hell central & it’s not like I needed my heart or anything. Your writing is amazing, your blogs are awesome & I hope you have a really nice day!

@magnificentgoldenking & ah I don’t know which blog Sieg is on right now maybe @ulsterswardog? Oh I hope I tagged the right person. xD We don’t talk as much anymore, but I love you both a lot, hope you’re having a great week & your blogs are always amazing. ovo

@kazikili-voyvoda, we’ve talked a fair bit in private since becoming mutuals, & it’s always funny. I’m really enjoying our role-play, & I never thought Rin could get along so well with Vlad, & I’m constantly giggling at how they make jabs at one another. The ship is hilarious, like a ship in denial, & they’re just so amusing as Master/Servant. I definitely wonder if he’d be different around her if it were in Apoc instead of Fuyuki. You’re really great with your character, & I hope you’re growing on confidence because you rock! ovo

@kinglyduty, love your blog & we don’t often talk but literally one of the only Arturia’s I’d see Rin being potentially able to ship with. So, that’s pretty impressive. And I hope you’re having a nice week, we should talk more. ovo

@fatefulriders, spoken to you a fair bit, should really speak to you more ooc but I’m shy. Amazing blog, & a super nice person. But they do approve of Neo. >.> Jkjk, they’re awesome & really nice!

@rialoir, I need to speak to Centpai more, but amazingly nice Mun, amazing blog, amazing writing, & just they’re a precious bean.

@lancinghound, I knew I hadn’t tagged you!! I’m sorry!! Follow them, harass them, in a good way not that negative shit. They’re a cool person, & fun to RP with & we speak a fair bit on Discord. 

I wont tag/spam everyone who follows me, since it’s been a long day & that’s like 100 people & I honestly can’t do that neatly yet. v.v If I missed anyone I’m so sorry, I’m half asleep! I mentioned people I have spoken to heavily ooc, but I do truly appreciate everyone!! & I hope to continue being good enough to follow & maybe reach 200. ; w ; I’ve only had this blog since the first, so this is only my...eleventh day on this blog!? So I’m just, sooooooo thankful !!!! ; 2 ; 

I love you all babs, take care, stay safe, eat your veggies (don’t they’re gross, less you like veggies). For the next (hopefully) milestone I’ll hopefully know more people personally, & be less drowned in work so I can focus. But I reaaaally wanted to thank everyone, because honestly making this milestone on such a rough day was amazing.

[floravain-blog]

okay so i don’t have any icons on my new laptop,  but i’m in a Mood (tm) so get ready to read some gross shit. bc i love you all sm. 

@wrathbinded // you’re okay i guess, babe. lmao. but honestly, you’ve been with me for 7 long, stressful, hard years. you’ve helped me get through a lot of shit, && i hope i’ve done the same for you. i love you more than anything, && i can’t wait to get married && move to cali <3 i know shit is stressful rn for you baby, but i’m right here && i got you <3 

@shokans  // you are honestly the sweetest, most amazingly talented person ever like ? i feel so blesst and honoured to have met you on this hell site. ilysm, && i really appreciate you as a person like.. idk. you're just really easy to talk to. also don’t get me started on your writing 90% of what takes me so damn long is just trying to....match ur shit LMAO. you deserve happiness, so treat yourself right okay bby?  xox

@whiiskerisms // DEVIN!! i’ve known you for TOO FUCKING LONG ! omg. idk what it is abt me that gives off this vibe of not being willing to talk to ppl or w/e but like... i hate that abt me lmao. because honestly anytime you tag me in anything or send me a message, my HEART!!! FLUTTERS!! you’re, to date, one of the only like. 3 naruto blogs i’ve rped with, && always my main on any blog like. sorry i didn’t ask lmfao. that’s just how it is. i love you with all my heart, like ??? you’re so precious to me, i just wanted you to know that. 

@edosannin  // kRIN!!! my irl bff && roomie!  i can’t get over how adorable you are like. you’ve honestly got some nerve. there are like. 5 ppl on this planet that i trust w/ my dogs ok && ur one of them. i know they’r the worst, but you’ve always had my back && are always willing to help out like. that’s so beautiful? you’re so beautiful? i want to smooch ur face come home from work RIGHT NOW so i can give you a smooch. 

@firebred // amy is the yang to my yin. we are absolutely the same human being like. some bitch got lazy && copy / pasted us in two different countries lmao. okay but honestly, you’ve always been there for me. i can’t thank you enough for being such an amazing friend. even if we go MONTHS without talking, i know you’re always right there. i never feel like i’m annoying u bc tbh if i was, u’d tell me lmao. ily so much && i can’t!!! wait to see you tomorrow omg!!!!

@kyougi // my sweet bean.... ducky wtf. you’re amazing ? our discord threads give me LIFE like. when we started rping that Good Shit i was so. flustered like...? how do you write like that, i’m so.... SHOOK lmao. you’re also irl the most talented person ever like. you’re so down to earth && i love that in a person like. how do u...do u like. can i have a lesson, you’re just so..comfortable. you know what i mean? i feel comfortable coming to you to shout about shit && which is really rare for me lmao. i always feel like i’m annoying ppl rip xox thank you sm for being wonderful <3 ily

@fugiri  // WE NEED TO RP!!!! you’re a treat && a real treasure to talk to like. i have been lowkey admiring you from afar until recently && like?  fuck my anxiety, you are ? a total sweetie like. you’re so funny && energetic when we talk like.i love your enthusiasm, i wish i could... do that lmao. why are all my babes so talented && sweet tf did i do to deserve you..... sigh..... also that thread we plotted for ita && sakura? giving me Life rn in this trying time lmao.

@raikodai // holy shit cali. i feel like every time we talk in group chat we just? highkey jive like.  you know what i mean? honestly i love talking to you sm. your blogs are always SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE ???? i really wanna talk with you more, && maybe plot out some stuff because i’m a weak bitch for you ok. my actual love. dog daddy..... we are connected, remember? LMAO. we’ve had like one 1-1 ooc convo && im not over how we were dealing w/ the same shit at the same time lol. 

@redfangcd // niju, like. when i can jive abt dogs w/ someone.... i know it’s Real lmao. sorry, you’re stuck w/ me now. thank u sm for putting up w/ me && like. letting me take 100000 yrs to reply to you w/o making me feel bad about it like? i’ve always been really bad at keeping contact w/ ppl && i really appreciate that like...i don’t feel like you hate me when i take a week to send you two words RIP. you’re an amazing mun && a fantastic writer. thank you so much for everything in general <3 ily !!

      * final note, i love literally everyone on this list so fucking much. you’re all amazing, beautiful people && i cherish all of you so fucking much. thank you for making me feel welcome && at home <3 

[safyresky]

9, 18, 19, 23, and 26? c:

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

I have not! I don’t trust myself to do that tbh, my worst fear is having characters be ooc :p

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

It’s a toss up between Crystal Springs and Frostmas (ironically enough, my two faves xD). I’d reviews vs hits wise, I’d probably go with CS bc it has a LOT more hits than reviews. In general, I’d go with FRostmas. I work really hard on that one because it explores a timeline where the bad guy wins, and the good guys keep trying to defeat the abd guy but because of canon, I can’t let them win!!! So it’s a constant struggle of finding an opening where “hey, Jacquie and B can totally do x thing to stop Frostmas” and then thinking “Okay, what in universe thing could I use to explain this, and/or what could stop this from succeeding”.

Also, I really love and appreciate shitty fake-frozen!Jacqueline and I want more people to appreciate her heightened sass levels lmao (it’s. fun writing a “frozen” Jacqueline bwahahaha. 

And I love the banter I have going in Frostmas. honestly, it’s as lengthy as it is because of all the hecking dialogue

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

Oh man oh man so many different scenes are popping into my head, uhhhhhh it would have to be something humorous, but with a bit of plot woven in. Definitely a good chunk of dialogue bc I feel like I excel there, with some of my prime descriptions of events happening. Maybe Chapter 9 of Crystal Springs, specifically the Elle and Jacqueline bits.

Or Chapter 11!! It’s mainly dialogue but I love it, and I love the way the characters interact and it’s all of the characters interacting at different points. I especially love the Bernard and Jacqueline scene with the thought ice, that’s a lot of fun. It has fast paced dialogue, cute interactions with each character, and it also has a lot of important bits that throw the plot forward and move Crystal Springs into Part B of the story!

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

There’s this one user on ff.net who reviewed Frostmas and their reviews are SO NICE! They called Jacqueline an enchanting narrator and I was SCREAMING!!! They’ve also pointed out a lot of things about my writing that have given my muse wings and I look forward to their reviews very much!  I can’t pick one of their reviews, all 4 or 5 are so nice!!! (They didn’t review Year Six of Frostmas tho, so I’m hoping they’re doing alright and that they didn’t read it and dislike something so much they stopped reading it). 

AND THEN THERE WAS @lovelypidge‘s REVIEW OF FROSTMAS YEAR SIX WHICH MADE MY MONTH ONCE I POSTED IT???? HECK, I STILL REREAD IT FROM TIME TO TIME BC IT MAKES ME GRIN?

I WISH I COULD LINK INDIVIDUAL REVIEWS BC I LOVE ANA’S REVIEW SO MUCH THERE’S SO MANY PARTS THAT MADE ME HECKING GLOW (SO THANKS FOR THAT ANA BEAN)

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

Jacqueline. I know she’s a character but I love when people praise her as a character, or comment on certain ways/things she does and say they identify with her??? I didn’t expect anyone to really click with my shitty winter child but people have!! She’s enchanting!!! and Relateable?!?!?! How did that happen she’s a giant snowy dork who uses “sleet” as a swear word like. What did I do to deserve the love Jacqueline gets.

I guess I just really love when people praise my characterization of the characters, be they OC’s or canon characters. I’m always afraid the canon ones will be OOC or that my OC’s will come off as mary-sues. It does my heart good when they garner positive reactions, or when someone says “I can totally hear Bernard saying that” because he’s a hard one to write.

The praising of in character characters is especially true for my The Mentalist one-shots, I had many ideas but was afraid that the characters would be OOC but people were really happy with the 3 I wrote so, that was rad :D

Thanks for sending this in, my fellow sapphire buddy! :)

[southernarchive-blog]

GRAPHIC DESIGN IS MY PASSION   ▬   ok but jokes aside. i reached 300+ followers last week ( what r u doing here ) and i thought i’d spend some time crying about people who’ve been nice to me. bless you people. this will be the second and ( I PROMISE ) last readmore you’ll ever see on my blog. hate those things.

idk lemme throw in a few lines of my fave ( english ofc i don’t wanna be an asshole ) song and whoever guesses it gets a horrible doodle of their muse or smth.      //clears throat// keep it real for the people working overtime. they can't stay livin’ off the government's dime. stand tall for the people of america. stand tall for the man next door .

AY welcome to the readmore. a rare thing on my blog, yeah i know. but here’s the structure. i’ll say at LEAST one sentence to every url i will be posting here so this is gonna be a long ride. pack lunch we’re going on a trip. BTW !!! ALL OF THESE ARE IN N O ORDER WHATSOEVER

▬  PARDON MY ENTHUSIASM

 @northernblade // cAMI i swear to god you’re in every single one of these i can’t even start to tell you how much i love you IN EVERY SINGLE OF THESE MY GOD. WOM A N. i honestly can’t decide if i want to hate or love you considering our thread but let it be known !! that i’d get your name tattooed on my forehead if you asked me to. honestly we’ve known eachother for almost a year now ( would u believe it ) and eventhough we haven’t been writing ic wise for almost half of that time you’ve helped me through so much hardship and you’re so ?? lovable tbh. also where did those family drama updates go. we gotta keep our soap opera running. eventhough i’ll probably never see your 12/10 face in person we’ve been through some weird shit ic-wise. i mean birdboy and dogson and now the two bros who can’t seem to be happy. can’t we for once choose happy muses ? i love u. i hate u. i hate that i love u. ya feel.

@mokutcki // bruh. berfie. would you believe if i told you you’re the first person i ever had same muse interactions with ? would you believe me if i told you that you’re the first person with the same muse i wasn’t anxious around ? you’re //sticks leggy up// a gift from the heavens. i love you with all my dead, cold, rotting heart. but just to be clear ; i hate onryo. with a PASSION. okami hates him too. don’t even start with me about the shit we discussed JUST TODAY. he hates onryo. i hate onryo. it’s a love-hate relationship. but aside from that you’re !!!!!!! so friendly i want to cry. i’m crying right now. you have no idea how much i adore you. you’re so cool and chill ( or you pretend to be idk bites me ) and i love you so much i just really want to wrap u up in a blanket and steal you. but in a friendly way not a kidnapping way. please stay awesome.

 @burysong // K I E L OH MY G O D. i have never gone from ‘oh man i’ve been lowkey stalking your blog’ to ‘LOOK AT OUR KI D S’ in LESS than 48 hours ok. that’s like a new record. it kinda bums me out that we live past eachother. when you’re up, i’m asleep and vice versa. but ! the few times we do get to talk i love hearing about your day. talking with you is one of my favourite activities i swear to god. i love talking to you ooc and i love talking to you about hana and the grumpy perfectionist. your writing is the creme de la creme don’t even try to deny it i could bathe in your writing and that would be all i need to survive. i hope your day treats you well and you had some sweet dreams, because i just assume you’re alseep right now.

@tacticalviscr // i haven’t heared from you in a few days and that mAKES ME SAD BECAUSE !! you’re so precious marina. i die a little everytime i hear you aren’t doing too well. you honestly only deserve good things coming your way. dealing with snappy customers isn’t one of those things. i WOULD HAVE BAILED YOU OUT if you punched one of them over christmas tho. like i’m not kidding i would have bailed you out. but aside from that i !! love the sad grandpas. well ok one could be a grandpa. han is still young in comparison. i MEAN ok i’m joking. or am i. ANYWAYS ! i hope you’re doing way better soon ! please be happy. i have pictures of otters for you if you wanna.

@ladyshiimada &&. @silvcrbullets // ALEXANDER YOUR FACE IS K I L L I N G ME but it’s also curing my flu so never stop sending me selfies. don’t tell anyone i said this but you’re such a handsome person i’m jealous. AND !! i’m SO SAD we barely write ic-wise. i mean we talk frequently but i really enjoy writing with you ! as long as we keep writing ooc i’m happy though because you ! brighten my day so much and i’d love to send you all the dancing spider videos but you can’t watch videos in class. i just really hope life’s treating you well and class is not too straining ! i LOVE U V MUCH BBY.

@bladeofthesparrow // where did he come from where did he go. where did he come from cottoneye flint. uhm have i ever told you that ?? i’m adopting you. you’re mine now say hello to your new dad. ( i’M KIDDING DEAR ) but !! you’re such a precious bean i can’t even sTART SOMEWHERE because there is sO MUCH. I MEAN there was this one time where you disappeared and i got worried but ASIDE FROM THAT it’s just been !! so much fun and such a good time talking to you. and i love !! the things we talked about for han and gengu. especially the roadt trip like lbr that’s the one thing they both need in their lives. but aside from ic stuff you’re such ! a cheery person and that always rubs off on me and i get so happy when i talk to you. thanks a bunch. 

▬ GREAT MUSE CHOICE, BUDDY

BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE OTHER HANDSOAPS ON MY DASH sorry berfie u ain’t gettin tagged twice.

@koueii // we never //really// talked but your replies to my ooc posts make me laugh and brighten my day. thanks a bunch ! your han is g r e a t tbh. i love seeing you on my dash ! @wolfarrows // your blog isn’t even that old but i’m already !!! so invested into your portrayal, lev. i AM SO greatful that we’re gonna have some same muse interactions ! sorry i take so long uff. @meiyoisan // i assume we haven’t seen much of eachother on our dashboards but i’ve kinda scavanged through your blog and i’M !! HIGHLY in love mkay. 

▬ HERE ARE S’MORE

  @honorpledged // y O ! we talked a bit about my okami verse and it’s been !! such a good time honestly. your rein is pu r e gold ! @warpledged // I’VE TOLD YOU before and i’m telling you again ! I’ll smother you in love until i dig myself 6ft under. you’re so precious and such !! a good writier. keep being a cool cat @pcrdner // my scandinavian buddy ! idk if i’m allowed to call you buddy. probably not. sorry. but either you brighten my day with your writing OR your memes. 12/10 overall package. @etrevide // we talked like once and only very briefly but i’M SO STOKED to hear more of you ! i hope you’re feeling better soon thought ! @boundvigilante // oh man oh man oh man. your jesse is so well rounded and you’re such ! a good ! writer holy moly. somebody hold me. i feel like i’ve been bothering you so excuse that. i’ll try to cut down on it. @maidfaire // I’m sorry i never !! talk to you ! i have been missing gerome for some time but i ..... uh idk. please just know that i still love you very much dearie ! you’re wonderful @pistolslang // I STILL have your ask in my inbox and i’m super sorry i take so long but i’m v shy and you’re super great so haha .... excuse that. but ! let it be known that i breathe for you on my dash.

[bxstiion-a-blog]

ooc. --  I am absolutely stunned & amazed that I have managed to get over 200 + followers over the duration of my stay here in the Tolkien fandom. I started this blog on NOVEMBER ( holy fuck: THREE MONTHS. AHHHHHHHHHH ) with an absolute love for Bard and I know that I have grown as a friend, a writer, a reader, and a fangirl. It’s so amazing. I’m sorry, I can’t believe that so many of you like my portrayal of Bard and that you all consider me such a prolific writer. I’m breathless that you guys still put up with my random reblogs or my angsty threads or my headcanons. Ahhhh, thank you guys. Thank you for helping me grow. Thank you for showing me that there is always a bright side to everything. And thank you for introducing me to the beautiful world of Tolkien. Thank you so, so much.

I know that I may have my ups and downs, but oh my god, you all are there for me & I cannot thank you all enough for thinking this bean was worthy to be followed~ I’ve met so many amazing people and I made so many amazing friends. I am the type of person that tends to flit between fandom to fandom, but I have a feeling deep inside that I am going to stay for quite a while.

I’ve been roleplaying for 2-3 years now, but only have had Bard for three months. And I feel like that there is so much to explore with this dork and only you guys could help me unlock his psyche. Ahhh, i’m getting so senti. please stop me from being such a bean. And oh my god, thank you for making me basically fall in love with Bard? Like honestly, I think I know him better than my own family.... AND thanks for supporting all of my ocs like really, i should calm down with them, but you guys keep on encouraging me to make more... AHH

Honestly, my mind is getting frazzled with writing this. And I’m going to cry because I am so happy for meeting all of you. I really appreciate you all and what you have done for me. I want to thank those who rped with me, those have yet to rp with me, and those beans just watching me from afar, thank you. I appreciate each and every one of you and I really hope that you all are happy and safe in the present and in the future. No matter what happens, I know that we’ll all be friends and that I will always love you guys unconditionally. That being said: Please don’t be afraid to approach me! I am literally the trashiest bean to live and I will probably gush over the dumbest things ever with you. I love you guys so, so much. If you ever feel like nobody in the world loves you, you’re wrong. As long as I live and as long as I am able to write, I will always love you. Believe in who you are and what you stand for. You are absolutely, undoubtedly worth it all. <3333

BIAS LIST

ooc. Ok this is kinda my first bias list, so I have no idea what to do LOL. Um... Let’s start with my squad.

@elentelume / @orenaro - QUEEB. Holy shit, what a ride it has been with me being around, right??? You’ve been with me since the baby stages where I was a bumbling bee that had no idea what to do on tumblr and I cannot thank you enough for being there for me. Thank you so much for believing in me and in Bard. You are so damn amazing and I cannot thank enough deities for allowing fate to lead me to you. I consider you one of my closest friends and I think you are really cute and adorable. No matter what will ever happen, I will be a hardcore Bardhros shipper b/c lets be real, they’re made for each other. I mean they’re engaged so basically living forever. I LOVE how our threads could turn into angst so quickly and I love your writing. They show a certain vibrancy and love towards your own muses that honestly takes my breath away. it is so much fun writing with you and I hope that we could continue to write and think of cute headcanons with Bard, Mae, and the Smols. You’re my boo. 

@agardxs - my fellow Filipina. DAMN, GURL. I cannot believe that I had the honour of meeting someone so passionate about Shakespeare like you ( I may not show it, but I ABSOLUTELY adore his works ) && it is really nice to see a Filipina here on tumblr b/c Pinoy Pride, right?? Anyways, in all seriousness, thank you. I felt that with each consecutive reply that I make with you, somehow, my writing gets exponentially better and I cannot thank you enough for it. Being who I was. I take pride in my writing and I always find great joy in improving on everything. ( Ok, my English Mark has gotten a lot better?? So... YAY!! ). You are such a great person, and I appreciate your enthusiasm with Mairon and I love how well you portray her in such a seductive, wonderfully creepy way that never fails to send shivers up my spine. From one poet to another, you are very good at poetry. Sobs, please keep being my friend ILU so much ok??

@chieftess-of-the-haladin - My Dear Ri. Ah, where would I be without that snarky cynicism of yours and that wonderful muse that you rp. I know that I do not say it a lot, but I think your writing is wonderful. The intelligence, the beauty, the strength that goes into Haleth is really amazing and her bitchiness makes me laugh. I know that there are times that you struggle and that there are times where things aren’t as great as they seem, but I have the firmest belief that you could get through them, guns blazing. I LOVE how you encourage me, especially with my OCs, and goad me onto making them b/c really, you are such bad impulse control for me. I want you to know that I love you a lot, my dear boo! [ smoochies ]

@weaverofmisery - All I could say is that you are amazing. I love Arra & Pie so damn much ( no matter how strange they are ). Thank you for being there for me and being one of the first people to ask if I was ok whenever I posted anything remotely negative. I seriously appreciate that and it consistently brings me up whenever I feel like I’m down on myself. You are perfection in my eyes and thank you so, so much for helping me love myself. ALSO, NGL, Arradir is hot, ok?? THERE. I HAVE REVEALED MY SECRET. <3

@lordofutumno - Cass, holy fuck. I love your Melkor so very much??? I have never met anyone who could play his character so dark and twisted as you could and I totally mean that in an absolutely positive way??? But kudos to you for being brave enough to play the villain as a villain, not just an individual who attempted to incite pity. I’m not going to lie, I adore reading your threads because your writing is soooooo amazing and OK, I get really happy seeing all the dark inside Melk ( the milk man >:3 ) because it is so consistent with his character? AND you are so damn good at photoshop, and you keep on making me things like wow!!! What has esti done to deserve such a beautiful bean like you??? I loves you lots and I hope we could continue to be friends in the future!

@silver-vessel - Alinaaaaa, look at this, you’re part of Esti’s squad. But, really, thank you. You have this aura around you that just never fails to make me smile or giggle because you make me so happy~ I love your Tilion a lot and he is such a sweetheart. AHHH And tbh, I still have to interact with all your muses because they seem so amazing. No worries, my child, I got your back. But in all seriousness, you inspire me. Your passion for ballet is so awe-inspiring and makes me want to pursue my passions as well, obstacles be damned. I understand that you are stressed for this role that you want to get and so on, but I have the greatest faith in your success. Passion will always translate to greatness in my eyes. [ hugs you ] You will do such amazing things in your future, please keep on believing. I love you, dear.

@elcnath - I am going to be honest here, I kinda freaked out when you first followed me because I thought you were this super amazing, super magical individual that seemed so distant like starlight and the only thought in my head was “why would you ever want to talk to me?? Like I am a literal potato in comparison to you.” But I found my doubts absolutely wrong. Ruth, you are such a welcoming sweetheart and so much fun to be around! You make my day so much brighter by just simply being on my dash or shooting me an IM. You are a prolific writer and you’ve managed to breath life into a character that many had originally thought was bad. Thank you for loving Tauriel so much and giving her the push that she needed to be so beautiful. Ok, i still think im a potato, but I love you a lot! [ hugs you ]

@angelofvega - I blame you for making me ship Michael and Bard so damn hard?? Like please, these two are such dorks that I can’t even. But moving from that, you write Michael so remarkably well. Even with a few sentences, you manage to give this voice and life to a character that I do not know well about and I must applaud you for that. You are a sweet, beautiful mun that somehow doesn’t get tired by all my messages and tolerates all of my screaming. UGH, you are such a perfect human being, I love you lots, boo~ Please keep being you!

@lacrimosa-magnolia - AYYYYY My fellow Luketeer. Alright, let’s get down to business to defeat the huns. I absolutely adore all of your muses. I love interacting with them so much and tbh, I’m pretty sure I have a crush on all of them ( Yes, even Aran ) because they are so well-developed and awesome that I honestly do read your threads secretly. Shhh, I didn’t say that, ok??? I think you are an adorable bean that deserves all the good things in life and [ cuddles + smooches ] Keep on going strong! Especially for school~ You can do it, I know you can!

@sorrowssinger - Andy ( I honestly searched for ur name like rn... ), you are so amazing. I cannot stress this enough. You are so kind and wonderful and sweet and you intimidated me at the beginning when I first started out rping. You were such a great writer and you had your muse’s characterization down pat and it honestly amazed me? All of your headcanons, your verses, EVERYTHING just stuns me because even with the multiple muses that you have with your blog, you manage to keep their voices separate from each other. But now that I have gotten to know you slightly better, you are such a cool kid, thanks for being there for me, boo! <3

@yavannafruitgiver - Gracie-poo... I know that we don’t have a lot of interactions, but you were one of the first people that I have ever met on this site and you have a special place in my heart. I know that things are probably really difficult right now and that you are struggling with certain things... But I know that you are capable of pushing through it. I know and have faith that you are strong and that despite the adversity that you are facing, that it will eventually be better in the end. Sweetheart, chin up. Everyone in this community is here for you <333

@ofgoldcnflowcrs - Omg. I have never met anyone as nice as you? Lottie, you are a literal sunbeam in this dark, dark world ( Like Glorfy ) and you consistently give me faith in humanity in the simple acts of just being so damn nice! I appreciate your enthusiasm and the fact that you get so hyped about threads and how you like to make me sad with headcanons. Your writing is so beautiful and I cannot stop smiling because you portray Glorfindel in such a cute light that I probably would start squealing if I was able to make noise at 12 AM... [ hugs you ] You are amazingly wonderful. I love you lots too.

@smaugiiisms - Casey, oh my god, you play such an amazing Smaug?? Like you capture his character so perfectly and I love how twisted he is and I adore how he could make Bard so easily shook. You are such a great writer and I love your passion for your muse. Tbh, I always laugh whenever we talk because lbr Bard & Smaug are ridiculous. BUT!!! Thank you for keeping true to his character and being so amazing. PS. You are such a queen and so pretty, like AHHHH.

@veneficusrex - Az makes my life, especially when he interacts with Bard. He is such an interesting character with such twisted perspectives that I can’t help, but be fascinated by him. ( Az, plz esti is friend. Not food. ) You are a great writer and I can clearly see your characters voice within your words, so kudos to you! But aside from that, You are such a nice person??? Like I cannot believe that you laugh at my dumb jokes about balls and breadsticks, honestly, you are seriously too good for me. I love you lots && I hope that we could continue to know each other better. I promise you that my jokes do not get better. <3

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Welcome, OLIVER, to the END OF INFINITY. We loved your take on JOE HART, especially how grounded and kind-hearted he is; we also loved your writing style, it absolutely moved us. We can’t wait to see how Joe does at WALDRON ISLAND UNIVERSITY! Now that you’re accepted, please check out the pots below and make sure to complete the New Member Checklist within the next 24 hours!

OOC:

Player name: Oliver

Player age: 20

Player pronouns: He/him

Activity level: 6/10 ( i own a business that i work 40 hours a week and have a husband and 2 kids. Sometimes i’m busy, sometimes i’m not lol)

IC:

Character name: Joseph (Joe) Gabriel Hart

Character species: Baseline

Character age & birthdate: 17 & February 12th

Character power: Joe has always been described as “intuitive” and “down-to-earth” due to his incredible ability to read others and their feelings. Putting these skills to use (and his overwhelming desire to help people and super-people alike), Joe has taken the reigns into becoming a profiler/counselor for those with super-abilities. Being able to free the negativity from one’s aura through mental and emotional counsel is something Joe believes needs to be more prominent within the super-society, and plans on making a future out of this need to guide others to a peace he himself has already found through his faith. While reading people comes naturally to him, Joe has a hard time turning this skill-set to the ‘off’ position. In social situations, he is in a constant state of needing to communicate and relate to other beings, whether that be through touch, sound, or visualization. When there is a lack thereof, Joe finds himself often feeling an intense anxiety and overwhelming need to surround himself with others. Usually Joe can harness this detrimental energy through meditation and prayer, but he knows that he cannot rely on such actions forever, especially when it is such a weakness in chaotic situations.

Area of Study: Communications & Counselling;

Courseload: Joe would most likely want a lighter courseload just because he is a freshman he thinks stress is bad for your zen and wouldn't want to put himself at risk like that. He would definitely be interested in either art or music!

Dorm Style: Salvatore Dorm - Double or Quad room is fine! Whatever works best lol

Clubs/Sports/Extra-Curricular Activites: Amnesty International, and Environmental Club

Bio: When Joe was a child, he had wished he was a sunflower. A sprout that started off the size of a quarter, as thick as a green bean, and as fragile as wrapping paper, eventually grew to be as strong and beautiful as one of God’s angels. So secure and always facing the sun - petals wide open like sturdy arms, ready to carry the weight of the world on it’s golden, silky shoulders. Joe strived to be that sunflower.

While Joe often practiced being inviting, it was difficult to be sociable when you were homeschooled for a better part of your life. Craving the company and attention of others while your mom worked hard to talk through conference calls while simultaneously teaching you the laws of motion was a little inconvenient considering she was his only friend. When asked why he couldn’t just go to school like all of the other kids, his mom simply replied, “You’re different, Joey. You’re not like those other kids.” He always assumed that it went back to the ‘test’ he had taken when he was very small. Just old enough to talk and interact, just as he loved to do. “You’re on the spectrum,” she’d say. What spectrum, she’d never mentioned, and the only one Joe had ever learned of was the one for light and sound. This had been confirmed when she said, “You’re too bright for those other kids.”

So that was it. He was made of sunlight and warmth. He could be the thing that that little sunflower needed to grow up big and strong, just like Joe craved to be some day.

The transfer from homeschooling to high school was a bit of a challenge, although, not for the reasons most would assume. Joe loved people! This tended to be a tad distracting when he should have been focused on The Road, not Lisa Grace who sat beside him in Algebra I. But it was so difficult to maintain a studious attitude when every person had their own story to tell, and Joe often found himself leaning toward those with the most grief to share. Catholic school was not his first experience with peers his own age with “super-human capabilities” (as the church put it), but it was definitely the first time he’d really had the chance to listen to their thoughts. Joe’s own mother was the kindest, smartest, and most beautiful woman in town, but it seemed as though not all children had the same kind of parents to call their own. Not that Joe had really known much of his father, ever the wanderer and not one to be held down in a single city, but his mother was his best friend and he never feared confiding his thoughts and feelings to her, and he doubted that much would change, even if he had been Super.

And that is when his love for counseling started. The idea of being that same strong sunflower for those less fortunate than him, people who did not have mothers that tucked them into bed at night and prayed with them every day for love, peace, and forgiveness in the eyes of The Lord and fellow people around them - it brought a joy to his heart that he often did not feel outside of meditation. Bringing people together, communicating to them emotionally and physically; that would be Joe’s journey. Though he had always thought his mission would be to bring people closer to God and guide them on their destination of Heaven through prayer and word, Joe felt something so right about being able to make the emotional difference in others’ lives that way as well.

Joe has high hopes for Waldron - for the people he will meet and talk with, bond with, and help. Through his own special power, positive thinking and promoting zen, Joe thinks that he could really have a place within the school. After all, they have a 4.5 star rating on Yelp…

IC writing sample:

The weather is warm for February, Joe thinks. An easy fifty degrees with the sun out like it is. With short sleeves, the wind sends a bit of a chill through him, but after the cold weather they’d been having, it’s a reprieve. His mother is out on a trip with the church, helping rebuild neighborhoods after the recent flood. While Joe is normally in the thick of it all, carrying planks to rebuild homes and picking up garbage and scraps of what little is left throughout villages, his mother woke him up early this morning with a smile and kiss to the forehead, a soft whisper of, “please stay home, Joey. It’s your birthday.” He gave in like he always does when his mother asks him of something, cooking a breakfast for himself and going out for a hike to his favorite lake, yoga mat tied to his back like a satchel.

Feeling the earth between his toes, Joe wriggles them around with vigor. It’s not unheard of for him to spend his birthday alone. After all, he takes his mother out on a date two days later for Valentine’s Day, so most of their effort is poured into that holiday. Gripping the cross around his neck, Joe gives a quiet thanks to God for spending the afternoon with him and helping him sort through the thoughts that pursue his mind so often.

He looks out to the lake, sees the ducks filtering back inward as spring approaches, the months getting gradually warmer. The previous season has been rough, the snow thick and ever-lasting. Joe had been worried for a quite some time that it would never go away.

Grass beneath his head, his purple yoga mat now only under his lower back, Joe picks at the green strands between his long, calloused fingers. He hears birds above him, many animals prowling the woods beside him, and he thanks God and reminds him of how grateful he is to be on this Earth for yet another year. Seventeen, he thinks.

A robin flies above and he cannot help but smile. He feels so at peace. Centered. Like a mountain whose mere existence is to stay heavy and strong. A chill goes through him but he pays it no mind, lulling himself into what he thinks will be his first nap of the spring.

During his sleep, he misses a call from a number filed under unknown and simply deletes it’s reality upon waking. There is a slight pang in his chest at the hope that rears its head. Maybe it was his dad, he thinks.

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