#pale waves rp meme

[lucifersresources]

pale waves // unwanted rp lyrics meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

lies.

you called it love but it never had that feeling.

you ripped out my heart.

do you feel happier yet?

do you say some things you regret?

i'm feeling better alone.

you messed me up.

can't take those stabs in the back.

i'm in over my head.

i'm so over you.

all your lies, they just caught up with you.

i'll forgive but i won't forget.

we all make mistakes but yours, i just can't shake.

unwanted.

you're so good at making me feel like nothing.

you're so good at making me feel unwanted.

my distorted view on us is starting to get too much.

you don't love anybody.

your silence fills the air.

why did you keep me hanging on?

i'd never fit your perfect life.

i'm nothing but a goodbye.

the hard way.

i could tell you were good at hiding your pain.

i saw your heartache.

i stayed away.

i didn't protect you.

i just assumed that you were okay.

i learnt the hard way.

you left us too soon.

they took all your power.

it's haunting me.

why does someone have to lose?

jealousy.

jealousy is haunting me.

so bad at biting my tongue.

wish you were mine.

don't mention any other name that doesn't sound like mine.

i'll never be replaced.

i satisfy.

i won't pretend and i won't apologise.

i gotta have you to myself.

why would i want anybody else?

you think i care at all?

you know you infect my soul.

i can't change your past.

alone.

i've heard a lot of things, you and your reputation.

it's the furthest thing from love.

go to hell.

i'd rather spend my entire lifetime alone.

you'd be an ultimate waste of time.

i feel your desperation.

will somebody put me out of my misery.

you've already come undone.

clean.

you're underneath my skin.

show me what i've been missing all of this time.

i just can't get enough.

you're the one drug that i don't want to get clean from.

is it too soon to say that i'm falling?

i can't get off of you.

i'm hooked.

i don't really care if it's my fault.

without you.

it's no fun to stay the same.

you get hurt, then you learn.

feels like a piece of me is missing.

i don't know how i'm supposed to feel.

you're not here anymore.

i'll learn to carry on without you.

all i have is these memories to get me through the night.

i fought my best but never won.

i tried to make you stay.

was there something i didn't say?

i survived somehow.

only problem.

you can call me naïve for hoping you would fix me.

i'm foolish to believe you could pick up the pieces.

there's nothing left.

maybe you're the only problem.

it's time to let you go.

i can't help but to think of you now.

every bad thing i would do, it was always with you.

the problem wasn't me, it was you.

you're so vain.

i'm gonna bring you down.

i've tried my best to bite my tongue.

i've listened to your shit for far too long.

you'll get what you deserve.

if you could, you'd go and marry yourself.

you're so vain.

when you open up your narcissistic mouth, all you do is let me down.

you think you're always right.

you think that you're perfect.

putting up with you was never ever worth it.

you're blinded by your own vanity.

reasons to live.

i'm gonna stay this way.

i hit rock bottom.

you picked me up when i was down on the floor.

you showed me how to love myself a little more.

how am i supposed to breathe when i feel this fucking weak?

you are the medicine to get me by.

you are the therapy to ease my mind.

you catch me every time.

numb.

i don't think i'm going anywhere.

i'm too numb to even care at all.

happiness is something i can't find.

there's gotta be something more than this.

i can't even run away.

act my age.

when did everything start falling apart?

where did all the time go?

thought those times would last forever.

better get my shit together now.

wish you were still around.

memories fade.

guess i'd better act my age.

nothing's making sense.

they say that youth is wasted on the young.

so sick (of missing you).

i'm so sick of missing you.

i don't know how we lost control.

you gave up on us.

without water, the flowers don't grow.

you didn't even notice me.

didn't know that you could be so fucking cruel to me.

it's not surprise that you just don't care.

you were never mine.

i tell myself that i'm getting better without you.

loving you is something that i don't wanna do.

[jannwrites]

music ask meme : MANGY BONES (2021) EP.

a selection of lyrics from mangy bones' 2021 ep. modified slightly for rp purposes.

there's a scavenger on the wind.

they roam in the land of the dust and bones.

isn't it a gruesome sight to see, when the worms are your company?

late at night when the moon hangs low, you can see a silhouette in the glow.

i know the time is running low, but there's still a place to go.

give 'em back to the earth again.

we left our meager home in search of better sights.

the ocean is a meadow where we lay our bones.

it goes on forever. a tomb of the unknown.

we'll forever roam.

i don't mind the rain clouds.

the storms never seem to bring me down.

the water's on the rise in this town.

there's not another soul around.

it's a shelter from this wicked place.

this is a world that's full of scavengers and hounds.

i don't mind the sunshine, but tidal waves will wash us underground.

underneath the pavement, life is good. our friends are all around.

a coyote waits in the dark.

it's watching me under the stars.

don't lead me straight to the slaughter.

they're watching under the silver light.

they're stalking now for a time that's right.

they're haunting with those pale green eyes.

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho​ said: “I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.” Senju for Hanma

concern rp meme starters

   A puff of air leaves his lips, forming a cloud in the night air as he leans back against some building’s wall, eyes sliding closed. Man, this sucks. Hanma can’t recall the last time he was sick, let alone enough that someone else had picked up on it. It must really be showing. Then again, he hadn’t exactly looked in a mirror. But he could imagine it. Pale, shivering despite how hot he felt even when he knew it was cold outside, and lethargic like everything was too much effort. ( It was.  )

   “  You don’t feel safe?  “  Hanma snorts. It hardly affected her. But it’s different. His expression is only half-hearted at best. He can’t find the energy for more, and he’s not that interested. He just wants to sleep. “  It’s fine. No one would know or play you even if you did.  “  Hanma doesn’t expect help. Not from anyone. He never had.  “ Not like I got anyone to tell anyways.  “  He chuckles and ignores the sting of his chapped lips.

   His eyes slowly drag themselves open to stare at Senju for a moment. But it hurts, and he eventually closes his eyes again. He should go somewhere to crash and try to ride out this fever. He will. Eventually.

  Punishment lifts to give a casual wave as if to soothe any concern. Concern he can’t fathom someone having towards him.  “  Nothing to fret. Not going to let a little fever kick my ass.  “  He continues, his usually sharp gaze hidden away from sight.

[cryogenicmuses]

 "make me forget everything except your name. " [For Victor] ((Ah yes - the good ol' escapism route for Izzy there's a lot of shit to make her forget )) ((They both seem fairly dominant so this is nuetral. xD Though I could see her giving the upper edge to him since she's usually always in control))

prompts from the RP memes tag // @ofgeneticperfection

It was a late night in the Materia Lab for Victor. In truth, it always was. He always worked the late shifts because he worked better at night, so he worked nights and slept in during the mornings. And because he was on the late shift, most of the time the lab was empty aside from him.

The click of heels against the lab floor made him tense briefly, but as he looked over his shoulder and saw who it was, the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.

"Good to know I'm not the only one on lates, Isrieal." He was about to ask what she was here for when he felt her arms snaking around his neck, her plush lips teasing against his ear as she whispered to him.

"Make me forget everything except your name..."

The words immediately sent a surge of heat throughout him, and in that moment the researcher couldn't think of anything else but her.

"Never thought you'd ask..." A light grin tugged at his lips as he pushed Isrieal against the nearest lab bench, tugging her into a deep and hungry kiss while his hands worked to remove her lab coat, trailing down over soft, pale skin. "Might even leave you not walking right afterward..."

Slipping out of his own lab coat, he hastily unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, reaching under Isrieal's skirt to trace a hand up one thigh, his grin widening as he teased further upward.

"No underwear? You really were ready for me..." Molten steel gaze met hers as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of her, loving how hot she felt. The sounds and mewls she made were like music to his ears. Victor took his time, his other hand reaching to pull her into another hungry kiss and enjoying the feeling of her moaning into his mouth with each thrust of his fingers.

Normally Isrieal was so commanding, so domineering. But the way she gave herself to him only excited the researcher all the more. Victor finally pulled his fingers free, moving back so that he could lick them clean, moaning softly at the taste of her on his tongue.

"Fuck... you really are ready for me..." He purred the words as he pulled down his own underwear, stroking over his hard cock. He was certainly bigger than the average human, and as he parted Isrieal's thighs to grind up against her, the motion of rubbing himself between her heated folds coating him with her slick, a quiet groan escaped him. That was when he felt her hands grasping his shoulders, and as he finally stopped teasing so he could push into that tight heat, the way she threw her head back and mewled in pleasure was enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through him.

"Y-You're so fucking hot..." Victor could barely get his words out, taking a moment to let Isrieal to adjust before he set a rough pace, loving the feeling of her body tensing and relaxing beneath his hold. The sounds she made as he pounded into her were like music to his ears.

He gripped her shoulders tightly as he picked up his pace all the more, leaning in to kiss her hungrily. The rush of heat was far more than he anticipated and he loved it.

It wasn't long until he could feel the coil of heat tightening in his belly, and after several more desperate thrusts the researcher let out a low moan of delight as the coil finally snapped, his vision exploding into stars as he gripped Isrieal's thighs firmly, riding out the waves of his peak as he filled her with liquid heat. His breaths came out in short, sharp pants as he held her tightly to him, enjoying the wave of euphoria that washed over him.

Slowly, after he felt like he could move again, he slowly eased out, pulling her into another deep kiss. "We gotta do this again sometime..."

[elisethetraveller]

I posted 547 times in 2022

150 posts created (27%)

397 posts reblogged (73%)

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I tagged 543 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#ooc - 362 posts

#ic - 178 posts

#ask meme - 87 posts

#ask memes - 87 posts

#rp meme - 79 posts

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#ask answered - 63 posts

#headcanon - 30 posts

#psa - 26 posts

#quote - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#by ‘those that have survived to the present day are derived from religion’ i refer to the fact you used to have these feasts after harvest

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Continued from; and-muses

"Apologies, you are not quite who I was looking for." Sylas watched the woman who had walked in. She certainly wasn't who he had expected, though the white hair did match. "I was told an acquaintance of mine would be here."

Something wasn’t right about that man, an...energyless feeling she couldn’t quite place, but which the mage knew never boded well. Question was how dead the other was and what kind of ‘dead, but standing’ creature he was.

“Ah, no sorry I am afraid you got the wrong information. I am staying alone.” Thankfully Percival had taken his things with him shopping, so the lie only relied on her poker face. “I do hope you find your friend however.” Elise stepped aside so that the other could get to the door.

( @and-muses )

8 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

#4

Continued from; fcrrokinetic

"In what world.... In what world would you ever need-- or want-- to hold my hand, Elise? I'm genuinely curious."

Oddly enough curiosity was the exact reason why she would want to. “Call it an effort to sate my own curiosity. I promise my hand doesn’t bite.” The pale, scarred limp in mention was held forth, slender fingers waving mischievously.

( @fcrrokinetic )

10 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. Midnight Blue

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. Self chosen reading for Uni lol which is a mix of books about the black death and nationalism xD Very interesting stuff if you like history

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. The Sandman

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄. Margrete: Queen of the North

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐘 / 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘.  Savory

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍. Just collected leaves for a new bookbinding project inspired by autumn :3 and have bought paper for my next calendar which, if all goes according to plan, will have black dotted paper!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @decastration & @arkhampsych (Thank you so much to both of you!!)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @masquenoire , @collidingxworlds , @cursedfortune , @deciphertheriddler , @and-muses , @who-is-muses & @zoophagist

11 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#2

Continued from; and-muses

"You snuck up on me." Percival was not loud, nor was he accusatory as he answered Elise, merely glancing her way as though confirming she was where he thought she was. There was a lie to his words, as he had been vaguely aware that Elise was nearby and he had heard her coming up, but he was also used to being ignored or left alone. It was the touch that got him, had him flinching. It was not often that people brushed against him without the risk of things going south. He would have to get used to that, especially if he stuck near the healer. "It's an old habit. Nothing to worry about." Another lie.

There was something…freeing about being in this world, a place where magic was, if not ordinary, at least not hunted. It left the pale mage at ease in a way few things did and with a lightness in her mood. As such Elise was left more carefree. She talked more, smiled more, and her usual guards were not as high as they could be. Thus, when she’d brushed against Percival she hadn’t thought much of it, at least not until the man flinched away as if she’d stung him.

“I see…” It wasn’t good experiences which left that sort of habits. “I’m sorry you have had to make a habit of it.” There was something old, something knowing in her gaze as she said that, a mournful smile on her face.

( @and-muses )

28 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Art

I got this absolutely beautiful art made by @finzphoenix ! The process of getting it done has been smooth and finz has done a wonderful job of interpreting my various ramblings about Elise.

40 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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[unkiindness]

Nerissa Tags Part 1

『nerissa’s musings』🌊🍹「a fierce mother’s warnings」

『nerissa’s journal』🌊🍹「written in a recipe book」

『nerissa’s headcanons』🌊🍹「about the blue shark」

『nerissa’s rp prompts』🌊🍹「notes along the margins」

『nerissa’s soundtrack』🌊🍹「not in sin and not in God」

『nerissa’s aesthetics』🌊🍹「tropical cocktails & aquamarine waves」

『nerissa’s reflection』🌊🍹「with sharp teeth & pale eyes」

『nerissa’s wardrobe』🌊🍹「hues of sunset over water」

『nerissa’s recipes』🌊🍹「collection of recipes」

『nerissa’s asks』🌊🍹「meal requests」

『nerissa’s roleplays』🌊🍹「confide in me」

『nerissa’s nsfw』🌊🍹「in the jaws of a shark」

『nerissa’s submits』🌊🍹「create your own pasta」

『nerissa’s commentary』🌊🍹「she judging u」

『nerissa’s quizzes & dash memes』🌊🍹「the winner is」

『nerissa’s notifications』🌊🍹「ringing the dinner bell」

[whatnotmemes]

-----------------------------------PALE WAVES SENTENCE STARTERS change pronouns as needed.

THERE’S A HONEY “I know you hate it when I'm drunk.” “I wanna feel something different for once.” “I can't help it ‘cause I'm feeling you.” “Honey, please don't say you're gonna leave me.” “I would give you my body, but am I sure that you want me?” “You're not alright ‘cause I ruined your night.” “There's somebody that I long bad for.” “I'd like to keep your heart for me.” “There's somebody that I know I'm bad for and I can't look away.”

TELEVISION ROMANCE “Everyone’s getting so high.” “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” “Why won’t you just tell me?” “I’d rather be lonely.” “You are so happy.” “You wanna love me but, honey, that ain’t okay.” “Baby, won’t you stop it.” “You and I haven’t got it.” “I don’t even know what to say to you.” “I know that’s what you’re into.” “Your face isn’t enough to make me stay.” “I think my heart is alright.” “In a few hours, I’ll be out of my mind.”

NEW YEARS EVE “Maybe I left you but you were with your friends.” “I tried to make a good impression but I failed again.” “I could barely hear my own voice.” “I always thought you were too shy.” “I wish I never wore that white dress.” “Thought my heart was coming out of my chest.” “I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve.” “Do you even wanna be with me?” "I vaguely remember laughing with your best friend.” “Did you lie or did she pretend?” “I think you're so kind and all I give you is such a terrible time.” “You're the best thing that's happened to me.”

[allmightluver]

First lines meme

Ooo! 😲 thank you for the tag @justanotherfoolhere !!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening lines. Tag 10 authors!

I’m incredibly shy so if you would like to do this, I tag you!!

Ah I have some old stories from old fandoms (or side fandoms I should say), but as for MHA, most of my stories are just wips right now. I have approximately 5-6 stories in the works right now, however 3 are just thoughts yet, not written out, 1-2 are RP’s with another person that I’m not sure if I have the ability to share yet 😅, 1 is....extremely, well...NSFW 🙈 even the first line asfkgkka I’m not going to do that one, you’ll just have to read it on ao3 when it’s done 😖

However! I do have a massive story that’s been in the works for over a year now (atm it’s around 57,800 words), I’ve actually gotten stuck on it half way through and a friend is helping me by rping those parts with me. If anyone remembers from forever ago, I talked about writing a story about Toshinori actually becoming addicted to his painkillers, and overdosing during class, that’s this story. I have a good chunk of this written, so to make up for my lack of stories, I’ll post a few paragraphs of the beginning! (I hope that’s ok! 🙈)

((I should note, I don’t normally rp, the ones I’ve done are just with a close friend or two))

So, here’s a few paragraphs of what I’ve been calling “Painkiller” under the read more...

Eyelids sluggishly rise. Each blink seems to be getting slower and slower. And he’s still talking. How the soft furred mammal at the front of their table can speak for hours at a time without so much as a break is a superhuman feat. Of course, the principal isn’t human at all, which probably is how he can accomplish it.

Black eyes glance at the clock on the wall across from him. 1:50 p.m. This was supposed to be a short meeting. A quick briefing on the school’s protection and security upgrades. This is also the time to give feedback on how the procedures seem to be working. It had started during their lunch break at 12:30 p.m., and it’s still dragging on. Snipe as well as a few other teachers that have classes to teach at this time are absent, but the rest of the available staff are present.

Shota massages his eyelids, refraining from gritting his teeth against the stinging, and promptly tipping his head back to apply his eye drops. They’re almost gone, he’ll have to get a refill from Recovery Girl. Shota lowers his head once again, black locks falling back over his face.

He’s exhausted. A full night on patrol and then the morning teaching at UA. He’s done for the day after this, and all he wants is to sleep. He’ll still have to check in with Eri to be sure she’s been ok throughout the day, before he can collapse on his bed. 

Eri was still adjusting to living at UA, but seemed to be doing well so far. When he couldn’t be with her, she had another teacher or staff member watching her. Thankfully, there hasn’t been an instance with her quirk going out of control. Yet. He hopes to keep it that way. She’s just starting school, but slowly. She has a lot of learning in just living before she can worry much about academic intelligence. But Shota has no concerns of her being able to catch up to her age and grade level. Eri’s proven to be smarter than they’ve given her credit for. Perhaps wiser in some ways than a kid her age should have to be.

Shota usually teachers her in his spare time. His hero work has decreased due to his stacking responsibilities. Last night was the first in close to a month, and he can feel in his sore muscles that it’s been too long. Thankfully, he can rest tonight, but if Nezu didn’t hurry this conference up he’s going to be pulling another all-nighter. The temptation to pull out his sleeping bag and snooze in the chair he sits is becoming harder to resist.

Shota’s gaze moves across the room at the other occupants.

Mic sits to his right, closest to Nezu. The man’s listening, but one can see the bored expression on his face as he picks at his painted nails.

Midnight across the table seems a bit more focused. Her arms rest on her lap as she listens to the white animal, adding in her thoughts every now and then.

Cementoss and Ectoplasm sit next to her, both relatively silent.

Shota’s eyes flick to the chair next to his left before moving to the closed door at the room’s entrance.

Yagi had been here as well. A few minutes ago, he had politely excused himself from the room and had yet to reappear.

Maybe he made a break for it, Shota thinks with envy. Though he knows it’s a lie.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the Number One Hero to duck out of meetings and public places for short periods of time. No one questioned him on it, assuming he had business calls or the like. He was All Might after all, and surely a very busy man.

But now the Symbol of Peace is dead, and still the brief intermissions continue. In fact, they’re increasing in frequency. Shota has high doubts about the possibility of impromptu hero phone calls from the man’s agency, but doesn’t dwell on it.

Everyone, even All Might, has secrets. It isn’t Shota’s job to nose his way into everyone’s personal life.

His sore eyes blink in mild surprise when the door he had been focusing on slides open, and the man in his thoughts shyly stoops his head under the doorway to enter back into the room. Yagi closes the door again and takes his place beside Shota, moving quietly to attempt not to draw attention to himself. But it’s a wasted effort; whenever he’s present, all eyes immediately are drawn to him. Plus, it’s hard to ignore a 7 foot man.

Shota turns away, attempting to refocus on whatever their eccentric principal is speaking about.

For a while, the meeting draws on as usual, Nezu doing most of the talking and the other teachers providing input as they see fit. The way the conversation is leading, it seems like things are starting to wrap up. Finally. The last class of the day starts at 2:20 p.m. and that doesn’t leave much leeway room for any teachers that need prep time.

Shota leans back with a silent sigh through his nose, crossing his arms. The sooner this is over, the sooner he can go check on Eri back at the dorms, and the sooner he can crash. Thinking about anything other is too hard to concentrate on.

Through his sleepy fog, something moves in his peripheral vision. Instinctually looking over to his left, he notices the lanky man next to him has wilted in posture, much like a plant with no water. The haze in Shota’s brain clears only slightly, having something more interesting to observe.

Now actually taking the time to study the other, Shota notices the haphazard blonde mane looks messier than normal. Yagi’s long, sinewy hands are placed comfortably on his lap, though a subtle tremble is running through his frame. A sheen of sweat is starting to form above his brow. Though his eyes remain fixed on the principal, the unfocused haze in the cyan pools gives Shota the impression Yagi isn’t paying attention. The normally bright irises are dull and almost completely hidden in the surrounding black sclera.

He looks pale. Must be sick. Shota lets his attention drift back to Nezu. Toshinori Yagi is a grown adult; he can take care of himself. If he doesn’t feel well, he’ll go home. These thoughts stubbornly go through Shota’s mind just before another pushes itself in.

He remembers the tall man entering the teacher’s lounge only two days after the Kamino incident. Yagi had been completely wrapped in bandages, bruises and stitched up cuts littering his body, and one arm was in a sling. Everyone had expected him to still be in the hospital, and not back to UA for at least a week, maybe two.

Shota recalls the other teachers chastising the ex-hero and trying to convince him to go home, to rest. Yagi had politely smiled, one that made Shota’s teeth grind at the obvious artificial gesture. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, only present to soothe their worries.  But Yagi thanked them for their concern. Even then, their coworkers had tried to assist him in any way possible. He had always insisted he was fine, respectfully refusing their help. It became hard for their colleagues to accept when it was obvious the injured man was struggling with even the simplest tasks.

Recovery Girl had made frequent appearances, much to Yagi’s dismay. It was unfortunate his body couldn’t handle her quirk, and he had to heal naturally, so she made it her job to monitor him. She didn’t even try to deny she was only there to check in on him, to make sure he was behaving himself, at least to the miniscule level she could except from Toshinori. She was always disappointed, and expressed so outright. But she could do little to sway him in his own self-care habits, and he always waved her off with another deceptive smile.

If he had forced his straining, overworked, body to comply during that time, what’s stopping him from teaching his class in 15 minutes?

More movement next to him puts Shota’s thoughts on pause. Dark eyes flick over to the older man, being as inconspicuous about his spying as possible. With the black hair covering his face, most people probably can’t tell where he’s looking anyway, and he’s not moving his head at all.

One of Yagi’s arms slowly lifts to his face, resting his sharp elbow on the table. The large and scarred hand covers his mouth, baring his bony wrist and too-thin arm as his sleeve slides down a few inches. The pose might be meant to look like he’s simply resting his chin, gaze still locked on Nezu like he’s listening intently. But sitting this close to him, Shota can see how the tremors in his body have increased, sweat starting to run down the deep crevices of his face in tiny rivers. The glazed over look in those black eyes has been replaced by one subtly emitting a fight or flight expression.

Shota frowns. He’s gonna barf. The pro briefly wonders if he should use his capture weapon to grab the trash can in the corner of the room to prevent a mess on the carpet, or worse, the table.

Before he can act, Yagi’s chair abruptly slides backwards as the retired hero wrenches his body up, fumbles with the door handle, and rushes out of the room as quickly as his unstable limbs can carry him. He barely manages to slam the sliding door shut behind him before he’s out of everyone’s sight, the hasty squeaks of his shoes on the tile floor growing more and more distant.

Nezu pauses at the sudden outburst, all the room’s occupants staring at where All Might had disappeared. The feel of concern weighs heavily in the atmosphere.

Although Yagi had often left before, he always excused himself quietly or snuck away when the attention wasn’t on him. Something this dramatic has never happened.

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And we’ll leave it there for now! This is still a wip remember, so things may be changed here and there, but I hope this makes up for my lack of other stories!

[waterdeephero]

{{Ship Meme: Of course, I ship Dhana x Elithrar, but I have a strange hankering for Nathyrra x Elithrar as well. Your recent RP with oeskathine brought it to mind}}

If you want to set fire to Elithrar, there’s no better way, to see how his pale skin turned crimson the second he hears those words.

“I...well...hum...I don’t think she sees me that way... Plus, Dhana seems to prefer more muscular partner*. Nathyrra?”

The sun elf gasped at the idea, more confused than embarrassed.

“We both have our duty to complete. For her, I’m at best a useful tool. Anyway, I doubt she sees me as an ideal partner, plus we don’t have time for leisure.”

He waves his hand as if to reject this idea.

“Though I do have eyes, and there’s definitely something about her...”

Obviously, Elithrar isn’t going to elaborate.

[[ Hehe thank you! I was going to mention Dhana x Elithrar, but thought it would sound too egocentric or forceful. As for Nathyrra, I haven’t thought of it really, I’m not sure they have much in common. I’m kinda unsure what their dynamic could be, in fact. But that could be interesting, for sure, so thank you! ^^ ]]

[gt-fluff-n-stuff]

Just a scenario I thought was cute I’m not looking to rp.

-

You’ve been texting a girl for a while. The both of you shared many of the same interests and became friends quickly. After years of voice chatting and shared memes, you two decide to meet up in person. During summer, you end up taking a plane and transferring to a train. A trip to the country side for a week could be nice. She tells you her friend will pick you up and bring you to her. It’s a little concerning, but you do it anyways considering how far you’ve already came. Her friend arrives and it’s about a two and a half hour long drive but finally you make it to your friend’s home. No wonder it was such a long drive, her home was huge and took up at least two acres of land by itself. You get out of the car and walk up to the large door. Reaching up, you learn you can’t reach the handle without some kind of ladder. Her friend calls to you and points to a door your size. Both of you enter and you hear it lock behind you. Taking a gulp, you step forward and look around. Everything was much larger than you and her friend. “She’ll be in here in a moment. I’ve got to head home now.”

  You’re left alone in the large living room. Deciding you might as well make yourself comfortable, you head to the couch. It was as if you were a toddler trying to climb up. Each time you tried to get on, you’d slide off. This grew tiring and you considered leaving before it got too weird. As you stood up, giggling came from behind you.

“Do you need some help?”

Slowly turning around you were met face to face with a pair of knees. Hesitantly you looked up and grew pale as you saw your friends face above you. She smiled and waved at you. The large woman crouches down and you back up. Your back hits the palm of her hand as she places it behind you. “I know I’ve never mentioned my erm..height. But I hope it doesn’t frighten you into leaving.” She says sincerely. Still too shook to properly speak, you shake your head. A smile appears on her face and she brings you up for a hug. You’re smothered by her chest as you think to yourself. ‘This is gonna be a long trip.��

[spiritdreamt]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME

a   meme   for   first   meetings   and   introduction   threads,   aka   a      ‘      what   you   will   notice   about   my   muse   first      ’      cheat   sheet.   repost,   don’t   reblog.   bold   what   applies.   fill   in   details.      (      please   do   not   remove   the   credit      +      blank   meme   link      )

GENERAL   APPEARANCE

gender:      masculine.   feminine.   non-binary.

race:   caucasian

complexion:   very pale, with a few scattered freckles & moles. a natural flush to her cheeks that only gets worse when she’s embarrassed or otherwise upset

height:   5′3″

body   type:   endomorph.   mesomorph.   ectomorph.   other   /   more   details:  

body   build:   small.   medium.   athletic.   muscular.   soft.   curvy.   voluptuous.   other   /   more   details:   

hair:   none.   buzzed.   short.   medium.   long.   very   long.   color:  chestnut, though she has dyed it various colors including red, black, and blonde .   style:   very thick, with some wave; in some verses (mainly hawkins au) she eventually gets a perm.

eye   color:   green.   details:   large eyes with long, dark lashes.

scars:   various, mostly-faded scars on her knees from falls she took in her adolescence.

FASHION

fashion   style:   vintage.   traditional.   casual.   artsy.   vibrant.   geeky/nerdy.   tomboy.   sporty.   trendy.   preppy.   girly.  bohemian.   elegant.   formal.   grunge.   punk.   rocker.   gothic.   other:      her sense of style varies, but she tends to lean towards feminine, almost “dark academia” styles, occasionally dipping into more alternative looks. regardless of what she’s wearing, it’s always something carefully curated to make her look her best.

color   palette:   neutrals; cream, browns; pinks; dark green; black

typical   clothing:     a blouse, high-waisted jeans, doc martens, a jacket (denim, leather, or a casual blazer)

piercings:   earlobes.

tattoos:   verse dependent, usually none.

other   information:      percy knows how to sew, and enjoys altering clothing for herself & her friends. when she gets older & more famous, she enjoys finding up & coming designers (especially those looking to create affordable and inclusive fashion) and offering to endorse their work.

EXPRESSION

general   facial   expression:   defaults to a slight smile, her eyebrows raised slightly to create a warm, welcoming expression. when she’s home/with someone she knows well, her expression falls to something relatively neutral, not-quite rbf.

default   body   language:      often stands with her weight off-center; her hands either clasped in front of her, planted on her waist, or settled on her face; shoulders rounded slightly forward as if lacking confidence.

general   movements:      nibbling at her lower lip; tapping either on herself or nearby surfaces/general fiddling; running her fingers through her hair; ducking her head to break eye contact

NOTABLE   FOR   RP

presence:      percy has a warm presence; when she’s younger, it’s tinged with her undeniable insecurity, but once she hits late high school/early college she’s learned to hide that behind a faux confidence. she comes across as kind, outgoing, and laid back, quick to laugh and quicker to smile.

appearance:   after high school? stylish. as a teen her fashion and appearance in general were limited by her parents, but once she hits college she starts working on her personal style. it’s clear that she puts effort into both her clothes and her hair/makeup, even when she’s also having a moment where she’s insecure.

scent:      rose perfume. if she’s been writing poetry or other drafts on paper, her hands will smell of ink.

voice   description:      naturally loud, though she’s learned over the years to rein it in. her tone is warm.

accent:      yes   /   no.      more   information:      it’s a pretty typical “neutral” american accent      

speech   mannerisms:      when comfortable, she speaks very quickly. she stumbles over words and will accidentally do spoonerisms, or otherwise swap a word she’s trying to say for one she’s thinking (as she’s often thinking about multiple things at the same time), resulting in a sentence that just doesn’t make sense. she’ll always laugh at these mistakes, unless they happen in a more formal setting—then she gets embarrassed. when particularly embarrassed or anxious, she has a noticeable, though not debilitating, stutter. when overwhelmed by anxiety, she’ll go nonverbal, though she’s unaware that that’s what’s happening and doesn’t understand why she can’t talk in these moments. when calm and not around people she knows very well, she makes a conscious effort to talk at an easy pace, and often uses elevated or poetic language.

anything   else   to   add?:      she's quick to tremble when in any sort of elevated emotional state, whether positive or negative; she also will mirror the vocabulary of her friends.

[lucifersresources]

as always feel free to change pronouns/alter to fit etc!

change.

" i remember it like it was yesterday. "

" my mother didn't prepare me for this heartache. "

" why did everyting suddenly just change? "

" now you act like i'm nobody. "

" now you act like i'm nobody, but you still wanna go down on me. "

" i'm a fool to believe. "

" i keep wishing you would change. "

" it's no surprise, you're still the same. "

" i wish i'd never seen your face. "

" you've hurt me a thousand times before. "

" you've hurt me a thousand times before, but i'm missing you right now. "

" you've hurt me a thousand times before, but i'm missing you right now so do it once more. "

" i'm being so irrational. "

" just trying my best to get over you. "

" i let you back in, now i'm crawling out my skin. "

" my expectation keeps me hurting. "

" i shouldn't feel this way. "

fall to pieces.

" we're gonna lose love again. "

" i tell myself this time, it's not about me. "

" you forgive me for last night but you won't look me in the eye. "

" do we push too much? "

" don't wanna give you up. "

" how long till we fall to pieces? "

" are we about to break? "

" can't help we're each other's weakness. "

" run back every time coz it keeps us alive. "

" i know most of the time, it's all because of me. "

" when i'm not sober, i never see clearly. "

" i love your mouth but hate what comes out of it sometimes. "

" don't take all the blame, it's half yours and half mine. "

" we say things that we don't mean. "

" we say things that we don't mean, diluting us into nothing. "

" wake up right now and see without you, i'm so empty. "

" without you, i'm so empty. "

" i put my pride aside. "

" i put my pride aside, it's not about me. "

" can we fix it and make it right? "

" you're the best part of my life. "

" can we fix it and make it right? you're the best part of my life. "

she's my religion.

" just one look is more than enough. "

" she's cold, she's dark, she'd cynical. "

" she's forever angry at the world. "

" she's no angel, but she's my religion. "

" she helped me find a different kinda love. "

" she helped me find a different kinda love, made me feel like i was finally enough. "

" there's more going on behind the scenes. "

" she needs this love just as much as me. "

easy.

" how can it be that you're alive at the same time as me? "

" why would i ever know a life without you? "

" would i ever know a life without you? "

" you help me to believe. "

" loving you is easy. "

" you changed something inside me. "

" i'm not who i used to be. "

" the truth is that this world can be so sour. "

" i was tryna make myself so tough, and you made me so weak. "

" nothing's ever felt this right. "

" i look at you and i feel alive. "

" you save me every time. "

wish u were here.

" old pain was erased. "

" i miss the way you say my name. "

" i love hearing you talk. "

" being so far away is such a shame. "

" sick of touching myself in the dark. "

" if there's really a god, why won't she give me that? "

" sitting on the floor, wishing that you were here. "

" life is unfair, just want you near. "

" i feel nothing now. "

" there you saw the me i only knew. "

tomorrow.

" you're one of a kind, just trust me. "

" don't listen to society. "

" won't you stay alive? "

" give it one more try. "

" i know that you love a boy: sexuality isn't a choice. "

" don't let anyone say it's wrong. "

" won't you just keep hanging on? "

" i know life drags you down. "

" i'll never count you out. "

" i want you to stay. "

you don't own me.

" you don't own me. "

" you don't own me and i'll do whatever i want to. "

" i'm a psycho, but that's fine. "

" i'll be your biggest mistake. "

" i'll be your biggest mistake if you keep acting that way. "

" i don't need you. "

" i'll be whoever i want to. "

" what makes you think you get your say? "

" don't make the first move. "

" just learn to bite your tongue. "

" i'd rather pull out my teeth than be what you want me to be. "

i just needed you.

" i thought i wanted fame. "

" a pill to pick me up when i'm feeling low. "

" this can't be what i want. ”

“ i feel like i’m coming undone. ”

“ the world is cruel. ”

“ the world is cruel, it teaches you that you need all these things. ”

“ i just needed you. ”

“ i just needed you to be happy. ”

“ it didn’t stop my insecurities. ”

“ i felt like i couldn’t breathe. ”

“ nothing made sense to me. ”

“ nothing made sense to me, except you. ”

“ knew i was missing a piece, and it was you. ”

odd ones out.

“ anything that’s good will end and break. ”

“ still remains my biggest fear, that this love will turn into hate. ”

“ am i just waiting to be fooled? ”

“ i will fight for both of us to see. ”

“ we may lose our clarity, but i will fight for both of us to see. ”

“ the odds are against us. ”

“ i’m asking you to try, love me through it all. ”

“ let’s be the odd ones out this time. ”

“ you’re not ordinary. ”

“ this world is built for it all to decay. ”

“ we’re only human. ”

“ we might fall apart but i’ll fix us every time. ”

“ i love you through it all. ”

run to.

“ i know you worry. ”

“ i’m not doing a-class drugs like you think. ”

“ don’t you see, small towns ain’t for me? ”

“ a love like yours, it’ll never die. ”

“ i miss having you around. ”

“ it’s always you that i run to. ”

“ if you were to go, what would i do? ”

“ it’s always you. ”

“ life is going well, except my mental health. ”

“ i’m not giving myself away every night. ”

“ my body is the only thing that is mine. ”

“ i found someone to take life on. ”

“ i’ve not really changed much at all. ”

“ you’re always there for me, i know. ”

who am i?

“ i feel trapped. ”

“ where am i supposed to go when i feel like i’ve got nowhere to go? ”

“ how am i supposed to cope when i feel like this? ”

“ i’m losing every hope. ”

“ who am i? i need a sign. ”

“ how do i live a life where i don’t feel this low? ”

“ nothing excites me the same. ”

“ drowning in my own mind. ”

“ what am i supposed to say? ”

“ we both know that it’s gonna come to an end. ”

“ gotta find that love myself. ”

[adseculaictis]

"You may have potential."

RP meme from the “Vampire: The Masquerade”

A single green eye turns towards the speaker, breath coming in heavy pants. Blood and black ichor mixed together across the pale skin revealed through slashed shreds of formerly pristine black leathers. Now matted to her with the remains of her enemies, the beast did no longer held the contents of a calm, frail woman. Now, she looked more akin to the beast just beneath the surface. Teeth, pointed and tightly packed in a glistening snarl, nose slightly pointed- her eye a dead give away. The sclera had gone black, further highlighting the near-glowing green of the iris. Where woulds aught to weep blood from flesh, instead slowly dripped ink-black ichor, too thick to be blood. Even as the minor wounds are observed they seem to knit themselves together again. Dirt and debris either absorbed or simply dropped away as her appearance begins to re-make itself, clothes stitching together, ichor receding into wounds. Even her hair seems to curl and wave into the places it should have sat. As her breathing returned to normal, posture straightening from the feral arch she’d maintained, the only clue left that she’d dismembered the four men around her was the blood still dripping from her gloves, as if rejected by her entire being. “I’m listening,” she says at length, stepping out of the circle of macabre remains.

[thecorteztwins]

Tagged by: yoinked from @shattered-catalyst

Nickname: 90smun, 90s, rodentfanatic, rodent, RF, ratmun, Ratty

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 5′4

Time: 9:51 PM

Birthday: Oct 8

Favourite Band(s): I don’t really listen to bands? I tend to have songs I like versus bands/artists I like

Favourite Solo Artist(s): Tori Amos, Elvis Costello, Jonathan Young

Song Stuck In My Head: Down To The River by Alison Krauss

Last Movie Watched: Iiii don’t remember

Last Show Watched: I’m watching The Simpsons right now!

When Did I Create My blog:  March 2015

What Do I Post: Replies, memes, funny muse-related stuff, rat pictures, my art

Last Thing I Googled: ...I don’t remember

Do You Have Other Blogs: Other Marvel RP blogs ( @shinobixshaw, @sebastianshaw, @mypralaya, @malcortez) though they’re less active than this, and an OOC X-Men/Marvel blog, @thisiswhatwereupagainst

Do You Get Asks: Yes, and I’m always thrilled!

Why Did You Choose Your Url: Fabian and Anne Marie are really the stars, Chrom and Delgado are more accessories, and I headcanon that they’re twins since it’s never stated in canon who was older. Wish I’d made it magnetosacolytes though, I feel like that might get better results from people! Cuz they recognize THAT name in fandom, y’know?

Following:  RP meme blogs and RP blogs that I interact with, and a couple blogs that post things relevant to my muses

Followers:  Mostly RP blogs, but for some reason some personals do as well. Don’t really know why, but they do. Also there’s a fashion blog that likes some of my selfies, that’s flattering!

Favourite Colour: Pastel purple

Average Hours of sleep: NOT ENOUGH

Lucky Favorite Number: 8

Instruments: Favorite? I have no idea

What Am I Wearing: Blue T-shirt, pale blue gym shorts

How Many Blankets I Sleep With: 2-3

Dream Job: Novelist/supermodel/rat rancher/equestrian. All at once.

Dream Trip:  A secluded tropical lagoon with clear blue waters filled with natural caves and reefs

Favourite food: DESSERT

Nationality: American

Favourite Song Now: New Wave by Sleater Kinney, Jay Smith’s cover of Madonna’s Like A Prayer

Tagging: Whoever would like!

[scholarlypidgeot]

yet another OC meme

I was tagged by @ratherinterestigmilkshake for this insanely long ask which may or may not take a day or two to get to.  

I’m going to take @that-catholic-shinobi and @snakesaredelicious because I want them to suffer like me (jk, they’re great writers and I want them to talk about their OCs)

1. Your first OC ever? 

Katrin Barton, she was a character for an RPG website.  My writing/design back then was cringy as heck.  

2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs?

I do but which one it is depends on the day, I think.  I have my protagonist, then there’s the one I make suffer infinintely, then there’s the one I kill off.  I think for the most part Eva and Ren are always my favorites to write.  

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Agravein’s concept came with the help of Lavinia Love and a song we found at like midnight one night.  

4. A character you rarely talk about? 

Ninko and Marcus are my two least developed characters, so there’s not much I’ve been able to say. 

  5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? 

Drake/Vlad.  He spans the whole series and is pretty popular with the people I’ve talked to about him so far.  

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Abathy and Eva.  Blonde hair, green eyes, similar stature, but they’re nothing alike, and definitely not related in any way. 

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

All of them are from my Prism series, so yes.  

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! 

I could if I wanted to, but at this point, the closest I’m planning to go is taking IC ask questions from other writers asking in character.  

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

Depends on the character, or I could make a character if that someone else requested.  

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? 

Older Pat has a complicated physical design, while Ash and Erik are both complex mental messes for me to write.  Here’s the excerpt of my description of Pat after my series takes place: 

“A first glance revealed a middle-aged woman of average height, wearing a long, blue, drakeskin cloak over a black blouse and silver hi-low skirt over cheap black leggings, the kind shapeshifters usually wore.  Her brown-booted feet moved with the thoughtful, yet simultaneously instinctual, grace of a peryton’s hooves picking through underbrush. The visual comparison was only enhanced by the polished bone antlers attached to a headband holding back long waves of barely-tamed red hair.  A fine silver mask graced her smallish, pale face, resembling the emblem of the Seelie Court – the left half, a delicate Fae wing, the right a more heavily detailed Elf wing.  Around her neck hung a choker of gold lace, which Cody read as an interesting choice of material until she noticed the twin rubies marking what she could only assume were old scars.  Gold might be worthless, but it had its symbolism as the trademark of the Unseelie leadership – after all, they called themselves the Golden Crown.  Or, they had, while their empire still stood... Cody now noted the gloves – both white, one fingerless and the other embroidered with red Anglic runes.” 

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? 

Ash.  Everyone loves Ash and everyone’s certain she’s an optimist.  Underneath is another story, but at least on the surface she’s my most sunshiny character.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot 

Able, one of Lavinia Love’s characters.  He’s a heroic troublemaker and also the son of the character she named after me.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? 

Yako, a young kitsune who doesn’t make an appearance until at least book 3, is probably my biggest troublemaker. 

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory 

EVA STOCKTON. Also Renfield.  

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

YES. All the time.  

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 

Doc Agon.  He’s a dracologist so that’s his tea.  

17. Any OC OTPs? 

EHEHEHEHE Absolutely.  A lot.  Many many many.  But I’ll leave that for you folks to see when we get there. 

18. Any OC crackships? 

Lavinia has had some great ones.  Like Erik x Henry.  One of mine is Vlad x Ash.  

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) 

Eva means the most, probably.  She’s one of the oldest of these guys and I put her through a lot.  

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? 

Leland’s got a great voice.  He picks up songs he hears in taverns and stuff all the time and has been known to hum them while working.  

21. Your most artistic OC 

Ren.  He’s a painter, but not professionally.  It’s a coping mechanism for him.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? 

Lavina Love treats Leland like an innocent angel - which he’s not.  Penni does the same thing with Drake.  And y’know what? I’m okay with that.  Yep.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Todderick “Todd” Howards.  He’s become more gentle with work and time.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? 

Patricia.  And maybe I could meet the others vicariously through her.  

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) 

Pat and I have the passion for storytelling, while Drake represents some of the worst bits of me (and even some of the best).  

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? 

I don’t think so.  

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?  

Agravein, inspired by “Mordred’s Lullaby” by Heather Dale.

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

Ash.  She’s not the most threatening, but she’s definitely the most unstable element.  She can and most of the time will kick your ass.  

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? 

Lindsey, my short story MC and Leland’s girlfriend.  

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? 

Ren.  

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

All of them would be a fucking mess.  But Vlad/Drake would be a memelord, history buff, and science nerd. He’d misinform everyone about who he is and what he does.  Aesthetic would probably be reds and greens, with some pop culture character as his avatar and a Hubble Telescope photo of the stars in the background.  

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? 

Ash. She’s got the biggest skillset and would kick ass.

33. Your shyest OC?

Heather.  

34. Do you have any twin characters?

Next generation characters have a few twins.  Vlad/Drake had a twin who was killed about 100 years after they were turned.  

35. Any sibling characters? 

LOTS.  So many siblings.  Erik and Drake, Charles and Henry, Pat and Leland, to name a few major sets.  

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? 

...yes.  I’m going to leave it at yes.  

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human 

Abathy is a changeling - a human child adopted by the Seelie who eventually absorbs some of their magic, becoming something a little more (or less) than human. 

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? 

Henry.  There are a lot but he’s probably the best at it.  

39. Introduce any character you want 

Ninko is the daughter of the kitsune leader.  She’s beautiful, strong, and eventually seduces Henry into... accidentally marrying her.  It works out but it’s a complicated relationship.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! 

Just late nights in front of my computer, lots of later nights not sleeping, and time in the shower figuring out how to torture them without killing them. 

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)  

I am by no means artistic, so... no.  Whoever wants to send me some, though, feel free! Just credit me please.  

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? 

I’d say Marcus more than anyone else.  He’s that kind of nerd.  

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Tragic. Heavy suffering.  Nothing physical or personality-wise, I’m just kinda sadistic with them.  

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

That they’re all unique.  Somehow I managed to make a ton of different people with my dumb brain and I actually like them all.  

45. A character you no longer use? 

There was another vampire in my first draft of Crimson’s substory, Virginia.  She was an extra character, though.  

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

All the freaking time.  And I revel in it.  

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? 

See answer 46.  

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Ren.  Just... Ren.  

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Drake already knows a lot of memes, but the one who doesn’t know them but would appreciate them the most would be Leland.  And Lindsey.  But mostly Leland.  

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

*incomprehensible screaming, flurry of blurred words and overall excitement*

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The full list, for my tagged writers to copy:

1. Your first OC ever? 2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs? 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? 4. A character you rarely talk about? 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? 18. Any OC crackships? 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? 21. Your most artistic OC 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? 28. Your most dangerous OC? 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? 33. Your shyest OC? 34. Do you have any twin characters? 35. Any sibling characters? 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? 39. Introduce any character you want 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess 44. Something you like about your OCs in general 45. A character you no longer use? 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

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One Shot (30 Min)

-I’m Using one of those one-liner RP meme things to start this off, so I’m not sure how this’ll turn out TuT;-

        “What are you doing here on your day off?”

    The foxhog hummed from his spot in the small outside garden, arranging a dozen multicolored roses into a slim blue vase. His employee, a small blonde pomeranian currently frozen midstep by the back door, gave a nervous laugh of an answer, quietly cursing the old male’s supernatural senses.

        “I, uhh, left my keys here!”

    Quick thinking, if he wasn’t lying to quite possibly the best lie detector on the entirety of Mobius. Cinder chuckled quietly, pausing his work to wheel himself around, slowly drifting towards the counter the little mobian stood. 

        “Keys, yes? Hmm, you are going to have to come up with a better excuse than that, little one.”

     Amber eyes twinkled delightfully, the ebony and crimson hybrid setting his current project by the cash register. Cheyzy simply frowned at the other’s knowing smile, Ears twitching underneath his pastel blue bangs. Finally, he sighed, gently picking up the vase. Each rose was a different color of the rainbow, bright and ready for display. It was a wonder how the large male was able to grow such plants, though Cheyzy never really cared enough to ask. 

        “I...came to get flowers for a date...”

     He mumbled under his breath, picking at a couple of the thorns. Normally deep pitched, the hybrid made some sort of squealling sound, clapping his hands together enthusiastically.

        “A date? Why didn’t you say so?!”

     Cinder propped his elbow up onto the counter, peering at his apprentice with a sultry look he tried not to make contact with.

        “Soooo? Who’s the lucky lady Cheyzy?”

      A flush of red crossed the dog’s pale muzzle, squirming under the other’s gaze. He set the vase down, using the excuse to look under the counter for a bag to put over the delicate flowers.

        “I-it’s no one you know, Cinder. J-just some girl I, uh, met on Tynder.”

      His words tripped over his tongue, barely able to get the bag open with his shaking hands. This kind of stuff always got him blundering, and it was bad enough he managed to get the courage to go into the shop in the first place.

         “Tynder? That silly little app that hooks you up with one-night stands? A man such as yourself should go for something like E-Melody. Something with class.”

     Cinder leaned back as he spoke, bringing his chair around the side of the counter. Simultaneously, Cheyzy lifted the finished arrangement, going to the other side of the counter to fill out the rest of the order.

         “Well, you take what you can get you when you come up to most people’s hips and look like a twelve-year-old on steroids.”

      He retorted back, scribbling the last bits of the information on the paper and slapping it onto the bag. A brief sigh escaped his muzzle and he quickly strolled into the garden area, eyeing a small patch of lilies. He mumbled something about buttercups, and turned towards the peonies.

          “Don’t be so harsh on yourself. You are a handsome young lad that looks perfectly fit for his age. Plenty of women out there would fight to be on your arm.”

      Cinder purred gently, silently rolling up behind him. He gently gripped the pomeranian’s arm, pulling him into the chair as if their were other customers there.

           “Now, you go home, wear your best suit, and take that girl on a wonderful date to that little restaurant by the dock. I suggest a single red Amaryllis. Worth beyond beauty.”

      He let him go, backing his wheelchair out of the aisle and back over to the counter.

           “Meanwhile I shall take these to Miss Killena up the road.”

      Cheyzy nodded, quitely mouthing the others words back to himself as he tenderly picked a single blossom from one of the beds.

           “Thanks Cinder....For everything.”

      He gave a shaky smile, striding over to the front door. He walked out, holding to door open for the foxhog to roll himself through.

           “All in a days’ work of your local florist and love advisor, m’dear.”

     Cinder laughed, giving the hound a small peck on the cheek before waving him off.

           “Now go, enjoy your nightstand!”

           “Cinder!”