#totenkoppf

[soldierforfreedom]

Childhood hell feels. You know what this is. 

@totenkoppf

[furorcm-blog]

     for @totenkoppf​

[omniisciient]

🌾 !!!

emoticon meme | still accepting !

🌾 = my opinion on OCs

     I play two OCs myself, and it’s fun when you have the liberties to develop a character without canon restraints. Some OCs (like yours) are even more developed than a lot of “canon” characters. To me, there’s no distinction between canon characters and OCs, only the skill of the writer.

     There are canon characters that are one dimensional, but under an RPer becomes so much more developed. Especially since canon RPers only have canon material to interpret. I feel that OC RPers have a lot of creativity and leniency to make a character more developed while canon RPers have limitations.

     But sometimes that creativity kind of gets carried away. The original character becomes a Mary/Gary Sue or an Edgelord™ without the proper development. However, there’s a lot of canon characters that suffer from the same mistakes in their canon material. So really, what’s the difference?

     I don’t usually differentiate between original characters and canon characters too much, I just look at a character and think “huh, that’s a well written character.” There’s no better or worse, it all depends on the writer. :)

[quietresistence]

Yep... as cheesy as this song is, this is Kat 10000000000000%.  Toward friends, family, and anyone she cares for.

｢ RULES: ｣ - Post a song that reminds you of your muse, and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see.

tagged by: @ericbrandonrp

tagging: @notjustpainandangcr @theirnarrative (pick whatever muse you like) @imhohenschloss (either) @luxche @furorcm @totenkoppf

[soldierforfreedom]

     Now, my brother, we play this game of d e a t h. We face it boldly and we play it well. Sometimes [I wonder] if you see my face and question how we ended here, knife against throat as though we were born enemies, and not the best of friends.       A friendship so close as to be familial had become the bitterest of conflicts, the lesson hard-learned:

      No one can h a t e you more than someone who used to love you. 

                                    Alesky Kaplita || Klaus Hellstrom

[holllenhund-blog]

KLAUS AND IRMA'S KID

LET’S MAKE SOME KIDDOS ! ——— @totenkoppf ( accepting but like selective lel )

Name: Markus HellstromGender: MaleGeneral appearance: Markus would have Irma’s warm blue eyes, skin pigment and her lip shape but Klaus’s facial and body structure.Personality: very intelligent like his mother and father would absolutely excel in mathematics and science. markus would be repulsed by any forms of human interactions like irma and would have a superiority complex like klausSpecial Talents: problem solving ! again, he would be very intelligent with maths !Who they like better: irma, she would be more “"gentle”“ with him than klaus Who they take after more: klaus Personal headcanon: markus would have a major case of OCD in his early teen and beyond that. he would always wash his hands, clean everything up, etc. thus he would be very repulsed by his parents’ work. irma would be the first one to sense this, and make sure she washes up right after she gets home.Face Claim: none i’m lazy

[omniisciient]

character  truths,    bold  =  always / often   ;   italic  =  sometimes

ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ !

1.   smoking:   the  action  or  habit  of  inhaling  and  exhaling  the  smoke  of  tobacco  or  a  drug. 2.   binge  drinking:   the  consumption  of  an  excessive  amount  of  alcohol  in  a  short  period  of  time. 3.   drug  abuse:   the  habitual  taking  of  illegal  drugs. 4.   nail  biting:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety/tension. 5.   lip  biting:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety/tension. 6.   night  owl:   a  person  who  is  habitually  active  or  wakeful  at  night. 7.   early  bird:   a  person  who  rises,   arrives,   or  acts  before  the  usual  or  expected  time. 8.   negative  attitudes:   a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  criticism &   pessimism. 9.   positive  attitudes:   a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  optimism   &   confidence. 10.  swearing:   the  use  of  offensive  language. 11. superstitious:   an  irrational  belief  that  an  object,   action,   or circumstance  not  logically  related  to  a  course  of  events influences  its  outcome. 12. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13.  scratching  your  neck:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  uncertainty. 14. foot  and  finger  tapping:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  stress/impatience. 15.   nose  touch:   a  subtle  body  language  sign  of  deceit. 16.   flipping  hair:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  craving  attention. 17.   twirling  hair:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  flirtation. 18.   cracking  knuckles:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness. 19. hands  behind  back:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  confidence. 20.  finger  pointing:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  authority. 21.   hands  on  hips:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness. 22.   hands  in  pockets:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  mistrust/reluctance. 23.   frequent  touch:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  warmth/familiarity. 24.   throat - clearing:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  rejection/doubt. 25. jaw - clenching:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  hostility. 26.   eye - rolling:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  irritation. 27.   head - tilt:   a  common  body  language  sign  of  interest. 28.   whistling:   to  emit  high - pitched  sound  by  forcing breakthrough  a  small hole  between  one’s  lips  or  teeth;   usually  to  a  tune. 29.   humming:   make  a  low,   steady  continuous  sound  like  that  of  a  bee;   usually  to  a  tune. 30.   perfectionism:   refusal  to  accept  any  standard  short  of  perfection. 31.   photographic  memory:   the  ability  to  remember  information  or  visual  images  in  great  detail. 32.   paranoia:   a  mental  condition  characterised  by  delusions  of persecution,   unwarranted  jealousy,   or  exaggerated  self - importance,   typically  worked  into  an  organised  system. 33.   exaggeration:   a  statement  that  represents  something  as  better  or  worse  than  it  really  is. 34.   intuitive:   using  or  based  on  what  one  feels  to  be  true  even  without  conscious  reasoning;   instinctive. 35.   quick - witted:   showing  or  characterised  by  an  ability  to  think  or  respond  quickly   &   effectively. 36.   interrupting:   breaking  the  continuity  of  a  conversation  with  one’s  own  statements. 37.   doodling:   to  scribble  or  make  rough  drawings,   absentmindedly. 38.   irritable:   having  or  showing  a  tendency  to  be  easily  annoyed. 39.   gambling:   to  play  games  of  chance  for  money;   bet. 40.   travel - sick:   suffering  from  nausea  caused  by  the  motion  of  a  moving  vehicle,   boat,   or  aircraft. 41. sensitive:   having  or  displaying  a  quick   &   delicate  appreciation  of  others’  feelings. 42.   melancholy:   a  feeling  of  pensive  sadness,   typically  with  no  obvious  cause. 43.   chewing  gum:   the  exercise  of  chewing  flavoured  gum  which  is  not  intended  for  swallowing. 44.   fidgeting:   to  make  small  movements,   especially  of  the  hands   &   feet,   through  nervousness  or impatience. 45.   skeptical:   not  easily  convinced;   having  doubts  or  reservations. 46.   neat - freak:   compulsively  obsessed  with  cleanliness. 47.   gossiping:   divulging  personal  information  about  others. 48.   prim:   feeling  or  showing  disapproval  of  anything  regarded  as  improper;   stiffly  correct. 49.  abbreviating:   giving  others  nicknames/shortening  names/giving  pet  names. 50.   having  a  catchphrase:   having  a  sentence  or  phrase  typically  associated  with  a  specific  person.

ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ !

TAGGED BY: @quantcm TAGGING: @atomsgrandzealot, @totenkoppf, @notjustpainandangcr, @ovcrzealot, @courserofdeath, @nesuferatu, @visionsinthefog

[quietresistence]

5) What is the darkest or scariest plot you’ve ever written? 15) Are there any horror or angst tropes you really can’t stand?

Horror Mun Meme - Accepting

5) What is the darkest or scariest plot you’ve ever written?

Darkest so far are two of my threads with @notjustpainandangcr , one with a kid Kat and the other with Juliana, not through the fault of either of our muses, but the world around them and how it has affected them.  Though, you can make an argument that Kat’s whole background is the darkest plot I have in my head.  For reasons.

Scariest, well, was with the queen of scary, Amy, with @totenkoppf .  Man... that gave me the heebie-jeebies. (Yes... I actually say that.)

15) Are there any horror or angst tropes you really can’t stand?

Answered here.

[soldierforfreedom]

★

I LIKE YOU // I LOVE YOU // YOU’RE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS // YOU’RE LIKE FAMILY // YOU areFAMILY // I DISLIKE YOU // I HATE YOU // I’D KILL YOU IF I GOT THE CHANCE // I’M SCARED OF YOU // I WOULD ADOPT YOU // I’D DATE YOU // I’D SLEEP WITH YOU // I’D MARRY YOU // I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU // YOU CONFUSE ME // YOU’RE ANNOYING // I PITY YOU // I RESPECT YOU // I FEEL PROTECTIVE OF YOU // I’D INVITE YOU WITH ME TO PARTIES // I’D LEND YOU MY MONEY // I’D BORROW YOUR MONEY // YOU’RE GOOD-LOOKING // I’M SUSPICIOUS OF YOU // I’M HIDING SOMETHING FROM YOU // YOU’RE FUN // YOU’RE BORING // YOU’RE NICE // YOU’RE MEAN // YOU’RE SMART // YOU’RE STUPID // I LOOK UP TO YOU // I THINK YOU’RE A BETTER PERSON THAN ME // I THINK I’M A BETTER PERSON THAN YOU // I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU // I WISH I’D NEVER MET YOU // I NEVER WANT TO FORGET YOU // I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER

[holllenhund-blog]

❝ .... have you checked the house yet? ❞ the german questioned her partner, ❝ you know the papers couldn't just DISAPPEAR. ❞ she pinched her nose in annoyance, ❝ ——— maybe we could just force the location out of them. ❞

@totenkoppf like for a starter !

[quietresistence]

Don’t mind me... only just having a minor freakout over discovering a treasure trove of Fassbender and Coleman gifsets over at @fassmaan .  Gifsets perfect for both Kat’s relationships with @ericbrandonrp and @notjustpainandangcr .  I may or may not be spamming the dash with them...

(Sorry, @totenkoppf , you’re not invited to this party...)

[waffenkind]

" It’s not courteous to ask personal questions "

          “Sorry. I figured it had a story behind it is all…”

[eloiseclarke]

⚠ - ohhh gotcha now, MWAHAHAHA

Find Elle wounded | Accepting

She couldn’t remember hearing the loud pop, couldn’t recall the blossoming pain that burst throughout her body, nor could she think back to when she had started running away into the outlying woods that offered her little sanctuary. The one thing that did come to mind was how much blood there was, how she had stumbled upon several German soldiers sitting around smoking and laughing as she walked briskly in the wrong direction with a Jewish man who had found hope with the American nurse.

He had come out of nowhere, he had begged and pleaded with tears in his eyes to help him. He spoke little English, just a few words, but his desperation surpassed all language barriers and she had taken him by the arm to lead him towards the aid station a few minutes away. To their misfortune, a grave mistake on her part, she had gotten turned around and headed in the opposite direction. All of Europe was starting to look the same to her, sound the same, smell the same. It made sense that she would confuse herself, but if only she could have done it when she was alone, without a skeletal man who appeared to have not bathed or eaten in weeks. Where he had come from, she’d never know.

They had stumbled upon them feet away. Both she and the man had stopped with their hearts in their throats and before she could do anything the man was turning away from her and running with a limp. As she did the same their movements caught the men’s attentions and they screamed for them to halt before making chase. Together they were grabbed and questioned, the man of more interest than the female, especially in regards to the man’s clothes where they ended up finding a tattered Star of David in the pocket inside his battered jacket.

Eloise understood their words and their laughter, making fun of his big ears and nose that, in all honesy, looked about as normal as their own, and within seconds they were letting them go, telling them to run along where they came from. She knew something was wrong, they should have been taken immediately as prisoners, but instead they both turned and walked, fear in their eyes and uncertainty in their hearts.

The man wept, defeat shown in the way he barely walked, how his shoulders slumped. Eloise could only try and comfort him, but soon gunfire rang out and she saw the man having holes punched through his body, the bullets thumping within him. Soon, a shot directly hit him in the head as she had bent to grab a hold of him to help him stand. Why she did such a thing was beyond her, in hindsight, but at the time she instinctively dove for him.

The warm spatter of blood hit her cold face, shocking her. She flinched at the sound as the bullet entered his skull and tore out of the side of his face with abandon, ripping open half of his cheek that had forcefully sprayed her face with chunks of flesh and muscle. Laughter had erupted again as the man slumped onto the ground and instantly she moved.

Now, she sat against a tree, panting, holding the bleeding wound on her side with dirtied hands. She felt sick, like she was going to throw up, but little else mattered except the fact that the world around her was tilting on its axis as it blurred. She was losing a lot of blood and it needed to be tended to. Had she lost them? Were they making chase? Those questions were soon answered as branches and leaves were crushed underneath the weight of leather boots that came into sight as a blurred form appeared from the horizon.

Her eyes traveled up the boots to his uniform, up and up the height of the man that towered, even more so as she sat on the ground. His face came into view, sharp jaw, a devilish smile upon his fine features that looked menacing, like shards of glass. His hair was parted cleanly to the side, dark auburn it appeared. She couldn’t tell as she felt faint.

He held a Luger by his side, limply in his hand as he stopped by her side. All she could say with heavy breaths were “Bitte.”