#in one of his rps someone burned one of his books
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okay I was sorta lurking but I actually have a confession after reading that one about the rp servers because oh my god I had a TERRIBLE experience with an rp server. It’s so bad that it is literally the reason I have such a burning hatred for Pyrite the Skywing.
it was based extremely on wof (with some focus on the legend of Spyro, of all things) and it was called something like “WoF: Talon” or something like that; it had this edgy Bloodclan-esque dragon tribe but that’s beside the point. the server had this economy where in order to get like anything mildly special about a character you were going to play (hivewing abilities, Nightwing being born under any moons, firescales, etc.) and animus magic was the second most expensive thing, only being cheaper than literally buying moderator role. I’m dead serious.
Anyway, I decide to submit my personal animus character, a Nightwing named Gemcarver. basically he makes jewelry and sometimes puts enchantments on it of various usefulness. It gets accepted, I look for someone willing to rp. Lucky me, I guess; the owner of the server wants to rp. The owner, as a side note, literally idolizes Pyrite and unironically says that he “simps for her” and calls her “his queen.” I’ve never liked Pyrite as a character; she’s like a stereotypical shy girl who turns out to be like very overt TF bait? which is like not bad in itself, but it feels so over the top in the books. Anyway. Owner of the server decides to rp with his version of Pyrite, who is this more confident version of herself who has a husband and children, and also animus magic for some reason. We start rping, I’m having a decent amount of fun, and then he decides to do something…funny. pyrite decides to take a little piece of jewelry that Gemcarver bought just to be nice, and enchants it to basically have a second pyrite; Flora the Rainwing was born. And I was having fun with that too for a bit, until pyrite started making the spell more complicated, with ideas such as:
-flora being unable to get mad at pyrite for ANYTHING.
-flora being obsessed with Skywing culture and just Skywings in general, to the point of wanting to be one
-flora being obsessed with Pyrite specifically, romantically. Despite her having a husband.
And frankly I’m getting sort of annoyed, and want to play Gemcarver again (maybe there could be some like plot where he starts hating pyrite as he crushes the jewelry? I thought it would be cool) and saw my opportunity to get rid of it and made my shot, twice….and the owner didn’t let it happen. So I voice my complaints, like “so did I pay all that currency for nothing? the character I made is just dead now, for no reason?”
“Essentially, yes.”
this pisses me off, and I tell him that this is shitty, and he essentially just says “nuh this isn’t bad pyrite just wants attention uwu” and I just eventually dropped the conversation. and to this day I hate Pyrite with a burning passion.
Fuck that guy.
I can definitely understand why you hate Pyrite after that encounter.
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Forever actively hiding his shadow infection worries and upsets me - in that good ‘how dare you rp your character so well’ way CC!Forever brings to the table, of course. (Some of it is also due to meta changes and the Purgatory event being that weird “is it/isn’t it RP relevant?” blurred line, but either way…)
A thing we all need to appreciate is that none of the other Islanders are aware this is even a thing. As far as anyone is concerned, seeing WB012 at the Green reshuffle meeting was the first time the majority had seen it at all. And questions about that went unanswered when they asked the Worker about it, likely thanks to the Watcher’s influence. (They also never saw them leave, and never saw them die thanks to being booted for maintenance. Goodnight sweet WB012, we hardly knew ye.)
But wait, Farli, didn’t people who attended the Guy Fawkes night mini-event see the state Forever was in? Yes, some of them did! And of those present, only Bad actively noticed and openly queried about his extensive injuries, which Forever tried to brush off and defer to explaining ‘later’. The rest simply assumed he was a wreck after being in the Nether for a month —Which, you know. Valid— before all getting distracted by blowing up buildings and setting things on fire.
One can’t fault our beloved cubitos for being easily distracted by things like that.
By the end of the mini-event, Forever had pulled an Irish Goodbye and wandered off to check out Cucuruchito, wander the server, and go back to his mega base. Others logging in didn’t see the state he was in, as he wasn’t there.
Forever had planned to speak with both Philza and Bad privately about what happened - except his PC died in RL. One way I choose to view that unlucky circumstance is thus: his body just forces him to pass out from sheer stress and exhaustion. And that promised ‘Later’ never comes.
The next time anyone sees Forever, he’s in a new skin, burns and scars and infection covered up, and Forever looking tired but somewhat better (for a given value of better). It’d be easy to think “oh the black stuff probably just washed off”, never mind that most people there at Spawn had no idea there was any black gunk on him in the first place.
And then cinematics and server shuffling and the Purgatory event happen. Teams happen. An awful week of awfulness divides friends and made thinking about what happened before Purgatory irrelevant in the face of needing to survive.
Forever is a man who doesn’t share his hurts openly, emotionally or otherwise, bottles things up to an alarming degree until he explodes. He puts others far far far ahead of his own well-being. He’s the sort who wants people to notice and care, but also doesn’t want anyone worrying about him. He has the unreasonable expectation as a people pleaser that he needs to do this by himself. What other people don’t know won’t hurt them, only him.
It’s not like anyone else can do anything about it. So why worry them needlessly, when saving the eggs is the priority?
He’s still covered up. Still hiding the shadow infection. And while he’s now on a team that has a few more people he’s relaxed around and has some trust in, we also have little under one week left of being stuck in Purgatory. For all there are long moments of alone time while preparing for the day, there’s few opportunities for privacy right now, where confiding in someone might happen.
When Forever next gets to rest and check himself over, will the infection have spread? Will someone else see and put 2+2 together - and potentially get a 5? Is the infection why he’ll be able to use the Judas book at all when that time comes?
I don’t know. I’m worried. Especially if the infection could potentially be infectious to others….We’ll have to wait and see.
#qsmp#qsmp purgatory#Qsmp forever#qsmp speculation#someone please hug this cubito#qsmp character analysis
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HRM I've been thinkin on it a lot on like Bad wondering what the right thing to do as a parent and I've not looked more into what other people but wanna just throw my 2 cents in. It'll be under the cut because it is a little bit heavy
Hrm this is just me thinking aloud and I might be getting jus a little bit personal but what really struck me was Bad asking what the right thing to do is. It's a moral conundrum and one I've had to scrabble with myself. What's the right action to take like with helping someone or figuring out how best to help them.. talking with my therapist though she's never said what the right thing to do is and when I asked her she said because really people are like so complex and multifaceted that the right thing to do with one person isn't the right thing to do with another. So there isn't really a right thing to do. Instead just the best thing to do and that's completely up to you.
That being said though I do think the best thing for Bad to do with Dapper is to talk to him about it. I know most of Chat wants Bad to respect Dapper's privacy but... I dunno... It just feels like all of Dapper's actions are a cry for help. Dapper knows he can talk to his dad about this but Dapper also has Bad's trust in coming to him, and Dapper is really worried about the wrong word getting out. Bad has Chat and it kind of seems like Dapper knows the Federation somehow is able to know whats going on with Bad when Bad's live. HRM This is hard for me to articulate.
I think Dapper is feeling like he HAS to keep this a secret to prevent the Federation or someone else getting this information about this potion. He's worried the info will leak out and obviously the less people know the better. Plus it sounds like in his own way he's trying to protect Bad and Pomme (and the thoughts of maybe he is being coerced by the federation) So anyway I think he's feeling like he has to keep this a secret but he doesn't want to. He wants Badboy to find out about this and ask him, He wants Bad to dig deeper and find out more and help him. To me all of Dapper's actions, at least from an RP perspective is a call for help. Which is devastating.
Just... He kept the book Bad read in the beginning for so long, adding more and more onto it and just putting off burning the book. It became he's going to burn this book after a few pages, after 10 pages, after 20 pages, after he finds a way to give it a proper farewell just... He put up these super secret documents right where Badboy is in his own room, he changed the shed so much that Bad couldn't have helped notice, he left the clipboard and blueprints where anyone could see it, he's come to talk to Badboy about this like 3 or so times I think.
And yea I know from a meta perspective most likely this is just Dapper's Admin trying to lay out some clues for Bad to investigate but purely from an RP perspective its just... This really feels like Dapper trying in some way subconsciously asking Bad for help. He feels like he has to carry this burden all on his own, he's always held as the most responsible one, the one that has a plan, the one that has the most resources and is considered a genius and one that OTHER PEOPLE always go to. He doesn't feel like he has the luxury of asking someone for help, maybe even especially because Bad is becoming unglued after the election but he's also just a lil kid. He's like 3 months old and still a kid and a baby but he HAS to do this even though he doesn't want too. Even though he desperately wants his Dad to come in and help him. Just... yea...
tl;dr I think Bad should ask Dapper about it because Dapper is asking for help in just about all ways except outright and he clearly needs it.
#qsmp#qsmp analysis#q!badboyhalo#qsmp Dapper#woof this is a long one and hmm#a little bit heavy I guess?#these cubitos man...
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King of Scars Quote RP Meme
inspired by @multistoty @stormlit @stcrmhund @amruination
book by Leigh Bardugo
“Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself.”
“When the gods give you another look at the world, best enjoy it.”
“Boys and girl who had always seemed nice enough until they developed a taste for others' tears.”
“Everyone is so concerned with the naming of their wounds and the tending of them, It's tiresome.”
“Fear is a phoenix... You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.”
“Our first job is always to survive. I won’t apologize for it.”
“I’d like to see if an excess of irony can actually kill a man.”
“I’ll do all of it. But not tonight. Tonight let’s pretend we’re an old married couple.”
“I was just so excited, Finally something went wrong and I had nothing to do with it.”
“In death, a man may become anything at all.”
“It's a very arduous path. Who will carry my snacks?”
“We pretend the pain isn't there, that we are made of scars instead of wounds.”
“These people did not deserve her tears, only her anger.”
“My only comfort is that you never could have been mine. But know that I would have gladly been yours.”
“Women don't want to be seduced. They want to be seen and listened to. You can't do either of those things if you're thinking up strategies on how to win her over.”
“You say exile, I say extended holiday.”
“You've spent your life only choosing the paths at which you knew you could excel. It's made you lazy.”
“Beware of power. There is no amount of it that can make them love you.”
“So many of my old friends, gathered in one place.”
“No one wants to look to closely at another person's pain.”
“Hand me that brandy, I can’t tolerate this degree of stupidity on a clear head.”
“To live is to grieve.”
“Don't ask me to sacrifice the hope of the living for the comfort of the dead.”
“Progress is a river. It cannot be called back once it leaps its banks.”
“If you listened to a man's words, you might learn his wants. The trick was to look into his heart and discover his needs.”
“How could the world be falling apart before sunrise? It wasn't civilized.”
“I think fatigue suits you. The pallor. The shadows beneath your eyes. You look like a heroine in a novel. "
"I look like a woman about to step on your foot. "
“If we don't dream, who will?”
“I know how strong you are. My death will not be the thing that defeats you.”
“They need a leader, not a monster born of nightmares.”
“Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart.”
“We hope or we falter.”
“But if you loved a thing, the work was never done”
You are owed nothing. Steel is earned. Remember who you are.”
“They did not look to each other for comfort. They kept each other marching.”
“Fears are like weeds. They grow wild if left unattended.”
“One could plot violent espionage and still hope for dessert.”
“I like to bet on myself whenever I can. But usually with other people’s money.”
“They would build a new world together. But first they had to burn the old one down.”
“Is that all? Will you be taking up juggling as well?'
'Don't be ridiculous, I already know how to juggle. Literally and figuratively.”
"You've never theatened to murder anyone for me before."
“You are strong enough to survive the fall”
“Say something spiteful.Because I’m fairly certain I'm hallucinating and in my dreams you're much nicer.”
“It's not exciting if nothing can go wrong.”
“Everyone mourns the first blossom. Who will grieve the rest who fall?”
When you purse your lips like that, you look like you’ve made love to a lemon.”
“You cannot worry about what came before or what happens next, what has been lost or what you might gain. There is only this moment.”
“Blessing and curse are different words for the same thing.”
“Do that thing you do where you use too many words to say something simple and confuse the issue.”
“Most of us can hide our greatest hurts and longings. It’s how we survive each day. We pretend the pain isn’t there, that we are made of scars instead of wounds.”
“I'm not keen on riot. Unless they involve dancing, but I believe those are usually referred to as parties.”
“People are always looking for someone to blame for their suffering.”
“This time I saved you. This time, I got it right.”
“We're trained to understand the ordinary, to fear difference, even if that difference is divine.”
“Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.”
“Most women suffer thorns for the sake of the flowers, but we who wield power adorn ourselves with flowers to hide the sting of our thorns”
“The monster is me and I am the monster.”
"Everything tastes like doom, "
“My king lies bleeding. I am his subject and his soldier, and I come to fight for him.”
"Where did he get the suit? How did he fasten the buttons? Why does he feel the need to dress for the occasion?”
“The public may forget how handsome I am.”
“I doubt it. Your face is on the money.”
“Lay down the thorn, boy king. Haven’t you earned a bit of rest? Aren’t you tired?'
“All fuels burn differently. Some faster, some hotter. Hate is one kind of fuel. But hate that began as devotion? That makes for another kind of flame.”
“Lost faith is the roots of a forgotten wood, waiting to thrive once more.”
“I'd rather look at a thing squarely than let it catch me by surprise.”
“The secret... I suppose the secret is that I cannot stand being alone. But there are some places no one can go with us.”
We’ll tell each other lies as married couples do. It will be a good game. Go on, wife. Tell me I’m a handsome fellow who will never age and who will die with all of his own teeth in his head. Make me believe it.”
“I can't change what my ancestors did. I can only hope to repair some of the damage and set us on a different course.”
#open to all#open to anyone#open rp#ask meme#rp meme#open meme#open to anybody#roleplay meme#ask prompt#memes#grishaverse rp#grisha rp#open grisha starter#open grisha rp#shadow and bone rp#open shadow and bone roleplay#open shadow and bone starter#open shadow and bone rp#shadow and bone roleplay#shadow and bone
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Happy 8 years Cole!
Cast your mutuals as love interests for the different characters you write for!
OOOH These are super fun! Okay, okay. Let's see.
You are definitely with Rip Wheeler. I'm pretty sure we've discussed this as a thing previously. Rip is strong enough to handle you on your worst days and that includes sitting outside and drinking a beer beside you after a fight or offering you his jacket as you bathe in the water trough. The rugged, simple manliness is all you long for in life and the work of a ranch would be enough to keep you occupied and physically active...as Rip rails you on every surface he can.
@wildbornsiren is definitely Jason Todd's girl. Both are complex and deeply good people who just happen to have short tempers and high protective instincts when it comes to people they care about. They also both know the difficulties of anxiety and other mental spicies. When the world gets to be too much, they're the rocks and pillars of each others lives, casting protective
@ryebecca I have to say would be Joel Miller. (I'm typing up my first Joel piece as we speak.) He's soft and kind, he loves hard and he's fiercely protective. His love language is making you happy and for you, I know that's books and tea. He'd build you a house around a library with his own hands because that's how he is. And in turn, you'd read to him from your favorite Jane Austen books while playing with his hair and explaining the complexities of the work.
@blue-aconite Fe is definitely Valkyrie. A risk taker who's had her heart broken that falls for her best friend? TBB Jake Seresin would 200% take care of you in ways you never knew you needed.
@never--doubt Is Charlie Bradbury too obvious? I really feel that you and Charlie could geek out over the same kinds of things and attend all the cons and do all the RP in the world. Ineffable wives, anyone?
@dawn-petrichor-world you chaos demon, you. Happy Lowman. He's one of those gruff with everyone but his old lady types that's also incredibly chaotic. He'd be down for late night snack runs, murder, or just watching Netflix on the couch. All you have to do is bat your eyelashes and he's on his knees.
@antiquitea I know you adore Bucky Barnes BUT. Poe Dameron. He's the best pilot in the resistance, able to hit the target with precision and efficiency...repeatedly. He's great at following orders, but also giving them. And you never have to worry about him being with anyone else. Have you seen the way BB-8 tells on him? Well, maybe there's one other person you have to worry about. But how have you never considered Finn before? Maybe a throuple is in your cards.
@nepenthe-raes-affairs is a soft sub for Wanda Maximoff. You cannot convince me otherwise. Like, no notes.
@fuckyeahhangman Billy Butcher. Once he finally lets go of Rebecca, he's able to see you for what you are - a beautiful warrior, someone who refuses to back down from a challenge, and someone who will call him on his shit. Beard burn has never felt so good.
@princessmisery666 Hands down I ship you with Opie Winston. He's a giant teddy bear that oozes sex. He'll manhandle the fuck out of you in bed and then treat you like a queen outside. Yeah, his relationship with Donna was rocky but they made it work, just like you'd make it work. Lila was just a distraction, as much as I love her.
@imjess-themess Miguel "Fanboy" Garcia. He's soft and sweet and knows you inside and out. He picks up on your change in demeanor when you're having a bad day and will shield you from anyone and everyone that he needs
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I did a thing 😅
I made a character that would live on @fluffomatic 's Tickle island.
Is he my best work? No, but I like the way it turned out better than my first attempt.
This shit took me forever, please appreciate it 😭
More about my character ↓
Blue = Answers
Orange = asks
Pink = sections
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
Name
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Name
BurnShell Jansin (Jan-Sin)
Name meaning
Nickname
Burn, Shelly, giggly
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LGBTQIA+
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Sexuality
Uranic
Gender
GenderFaun (any gender but female alignments for those who don't know)
Pronouns
He/they/it/fire
Relationship orientation
Monogamous, but willing to try poly out to see if it works
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Physical appearance & Life
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Race
Demon
Occupation
Tk island Resident
Social class
mhm
Age & Birthday
26, 8/23
They Look
Younger that 20
Eye color
Teal
Hair color
Deep redish brown
Style
Height
Forestcore
6'8
Weight
200
Body build
Skinny, but not scrawny
Skin tone
Reddish Pink 😌
Freckles
No
Moles
No
Scars
Top surgery scars
Piercings
Took them out when accepted for the job, as to not get hurt on accident
Tattoos
No, always wanted one tho
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Family
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Mom/Dad
Relationship
Mom/Dad
Relationship
Step parents
Relationship
Siblings
Relationship
Lover
None At this moment
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Background
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Hometown
Hell
Childhood
I mean as good as it could be in hell
Earliest memories
Being sent to earth
Education
Some college
Religion
Agnostic
Finances
On the poorer side of moderate
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Personality
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Strengths
Really good with animals and kids, good sport about most things
Weaknesses
Absolute introvert, tail gets in the way A LOT he tends to not know where to keep it
Comfortable when
In a very warm setting, reading, or doing anything with people it likes, ext. As long as it's warm
Uncomfortable when
Forced to be in very large crowds
Priorities
Making sure fires friends are safe
Thoughts on self
"I like to think I'm okay, maybe even cool"
Soft spot
His best Ler friend (who isn't set in any way, bc it's not like he's in a rp /s 😒)
Is it clear?
Maybe?
Vulnerability
Tail, it's very sensitive, and it's very obvious (tickle wise and just in general, it's been stepped on a lot)
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Favorite
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Color
Moss green
Music
Pop rock [ghost] (me? Self inserting? Nooo)
Food
Fish, in any form
Book
Doesn't have a favorite, but really likes horror books
Movie
Howls moving castle
Transportation
Walking or skateboarding
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Traits
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Optimistic or pessimistic
Pretty neutral
Extrovert or introvert
Hard introvert
Talents
Can in fact look more human, he looked human when he went in for the job interview, and scared the shit out of a few people when the magic blocker turned him to his natural form.
Skills
Really good at running, like for someone who would rather skip all exercise, fire has great indurance (sorry that's probably spelled wrong, not even my keyboard could figure out what I was trying to spell lol)
Flaws
Would much rather make other people comfortable than himself, even if it's just small things.
Biggest secret
Tail is hella ticklish
Anyone know?
E V E R Y O N E K N O W S
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Extra
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Do they want a family?
Sure, maybe sometime in the future
How gullible are they?
50/50
Drink or do drugs?
Occasionally, never anything hard tho
Anxious quirks
Holding tail more specifically the spade, looking down and kicking at whatever the ground is made of, nervous giggles in tense situations (you can count them as anticipation giggles too)
Stims
Flaps sleeves/hands, tapping on stuff, little jumps when really happy, mimicking sounds/ecolalia
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
That's all! Thank you for reading! ❤
#tickle sfw#tickle island character#transmasc#tickle fluff#tickle art#tickle#tickle content#hiiii <3
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do you think dream has ever drawn anything in the books in prison? maybe to help his memory, or just out of boredom?
/dsmp rp
Yeah. Not in the beginning, when things were going to plan—he was restless but not in the mood for a hobby he’s not even any good at. I don’t think Dream is particularly gifted artistically.
And not while Quackity was visiting. Too much effort. Too painful for his hands, too much concentration for his mind.
But prior to the torture, yeah. Dream is fucking bored, so he tries his hand at some shitty sketching.
He doesn’t want any of his drawings to be, like, meaningful or psychologically revealing or anything like that. Not really because he’s afraid Sam will see and judge him, or whatever, more because he can’t stand even the implication that prison might be taking more of a toll than he can handle.
He doodles stick figures and smiley faces and flowers and shapes but it all feels pointless. Childish, even.
Then he tries to draw a person—no one specific, just a generic Guy—with ovals and stuff like he vaguely remembers you’re supposed to do. It ends up looking misshapen and super weird and he gives up in the middle.
He decides to try drawing from life. It’ll be easier if he’s got a reference, right? He sketches the cell. A box. Another box for the chest. Lectern—he fucks up the base but it’s fine. Cauldron, wow, look, another fucking box shape. The perspective’s all off too. What a stupid idea. He chucks it in the lava.
Okay, he’ll try drawing his hand. He tries tracing it first—that was a mistake. Burn it and try again. Ovals, shading—how’s he supposed to shade with an ink pen? It looks awful. But this one is the idea that lasts. He can burn some hours like this, staring at his own fingers and trying to get the shapes right until his hands cramp and his eyes water.
Strange how anything can look like an object, inanimate and alien, when you stare long enough.
Some time after Techno leaves, after the glass has gone up and the terror has subsided again into fragile tedium, Dream tries again. He gets out book and quill and waits patiently for the incessant tremor in his hands to calm down a bit. It’s not that bad, he can still try. Except when he finally sets pen to paper and stares at his left hand, he can’t seem to make himself move. Is that really his? The scars, the shapes, the negative spaces, the buckled nails, the filth? Of course it’s his. But is it? Or has he simply slipped out of himself, is he looking at someone else’s fingers?
Alien, he thinks. Inanimate. Still life—except, of course, that it’s shaking.
#pandora’s vault#derealization#c!dream and trauma#this post brought to you by:#remembering a time I was so bored in elementary school that I tried to draw my own hand over and over again
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❝𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.❞
So that is what GRRM said regarding the conflict of the books, between ice and fire and what each represents. Dragons and by extension, their riders and likely Valyrians themselves as a society, are the fire in that song. This is the base idea on which I built Vaedar’s character and world around, but that particular sentence pretty much describes Vaedar in the best roundabout way.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. We often see how love is described as fiery and warm, but love doesn’t have to be of a sexual or romantic nature. It can be nurturing, familial, compassionate, and kind. Love can make you do good as well as bad things, it can give you courage as it can give you fear. It can be selfless as it can be selfish, it can expand your horizons as it can close them. For Vaedar, all of this and more is present in his character in different ways. He loves his family, he loves his dragon, he loves himself and he loves his home. This love for them all can also render him stubborn and prideful, enough to selectively blind himself to the bad. In time, as he allows himself to learn and accept, the part of him that believes in equality will be stronger and he will try to do something about it in his own ways.
𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. Anyone who’s interacted with him will probably notice this right away. He is a very passionate character, he does not do things halfway, and he would rather not do it at all if his heart is not in it 100%. This is something far more noticeable as he gets older, developing his natural confidence. This translates into his emotions as well. He has a short temper and little patience but only when it comes to matters he is passionate about. When he believes in something or someone, he will fight for them, he will speak out regardless of how reckless it can be, he can deal with the consequences after. That passion is also connected to love, of course, and it will manifest most strongly in sexual matters with that special person. That passion is also what has him excel at those things he gives himself fully into, such as dragon riding and sword fighting, and ( less known ) poetry writing.
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐑. I think this is something pretty evident in him. Vaedar is a ‘manwhore’ as I like to call him, in the sense that he is not shy or reluctant in his sexual desires. Others could try to accuse him of this as an insult and he will see it as a compliment. Although this is also influenced in a way by Valyrian society and its more liberal views on sexual aspects ( compared to most of Westeros ), it’s a constant in all verses of him, where he will flirt and try to seduce anyone who interests him and seems willing to accept his advances. Sexual matters to him can be separated from romantic ones, he does not need to feel anything for someone in order to be attracted physically to them. It’s a simple and pleasurable way of satisfying that desire, but it’s also a way of distracting his often restless mind, because he can let his bodily urges take over in the act. Although this view has him easily engaging with multiple different partners, once the other two aspects ( love and passion ) are focused on one person, all that sexual ardor will be faithfully fixated on that individual.
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄. And last but not least, the thing that encompasses it all. Fire is magical in ASOIAF ( according to GRRM ) and to Valyrians, it was one of their very life forces ( along with blood ). Even his name ( unknowingly to me until time after I’d already created him and the RP had been going for a while ) can be roughly translated to ‘song of the fire man’, which I think is very fitting. Vaedar is meant to represent all this in his character, the good and the bad. Fire can destroy as it can nurture, it can burn and give warmth, it can be the weapon and the light in the darkness -coughs-lightbringer-coughs-. Dragons also are an obvious representation of fire in the story, which is also why the bond Vaedar has with his dragon, Azaes, is so very important to who he is. Verses where Azaes has died or does not exist, can mean a few adjustments to his character, but overall, he will have these fiery themes going with him as I interpret them.
As an original character, he is especially a constant work in progress ( more so than canon characters, I believe ), but these are the cornerstones of who he is, the bedrock upon which I ‘built’ him and continue to develop him. Hope it makes some sense and if you managed to read it all, thank you so much!
#oh look i finally did this#be proud of me i am doing more headcanon/info/refs/etc. posts instead of just having them in my head and sharing only with the RP partners#and i still have sO MUCH ok#i wanna do more little short stories of vaedar and i have done them but i dont finish them#it hard to when the little time you can make for your hobbies is constantly interrupted -sighs-#[ d r a g o n l o r d ] vaedar#headcanons#vae headcanons
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Best SAO Abridged Lines As RP Starters Pt.2
“I said JUMP you delightful ______ stereotype!”
“So... I have my book. I have my bourbon. Gather ‘round children!”
“Our magical journey began in... April... apparently. Guess we’re going for a slow burn on this one.”
“Who are you people and why are you at my table?”
“I thought I had that set to private?”
“So my crew and I - I call them my crew by the way - were thinking that you should join us.”
“Now I know what you’re thinking. ‘Am I REALLY worthy to join these awesome dudes?’ ”
“I have literally never thought that about anyone.”
“We could certainly use someone with your... ass-ets.”
“Hey, hey, my eyes are down here.”
“So let me introduce you to the crew. I call them the crew by the way.”
“Uhm... is that important?”
“And uh, he’s from the tutorial. Its not a good tutorial.”
“Winners don’t use drugs. Except steroids! In which case... use lots of drugs!”
“Wait, so you never finished the tutorial?”
“Hey, just because I can’t play the game, doesn’t mean I can’t PLAY the game. Wink.”
“I feel like you don’t know how winking works.”
“Sweet merciful Buddha! What the fuck?!”
“Grab the women and children! We’ll use them as shields!”
“Haha... what shenanigans! Four people died in that fire...”
“From the ashes sprouted a powerful friendship, and in time, ______ found that he could almost tolerate them, much like a fat man tolerates tapeworms in his intestines. And like those tapeworms, that group burrowed deep into his innards, and gorged themselves on his leftovers, until they began causing him abdominal pain and diarrhea! I realize the metaphor’s broken down a bit... but granny didn’t raise no quitter!”
“And since I know its your day off, I included a little motivation.”
“Is it supposed to hurt like that?”
"Well, shit... I don’t know how to mock that.......... Oh god, that’s never happened before!”
“Uh hah... okay... but what’s the point of other people if not to mock them?”
“You know, I’m starting to see why people think you’re an asshole.”
“People think I’m an asshole?!”
“And if you think that sounds like a cop-out, congratulations! You get a cookie.”
“Wow, you’ve really opened my eyes. I’ve been such a jerk. Well no more, you’re looking at a whole new me! From now on, I’m gonna be nicer, and show people the compassion they deserve!”
“So can we talk about my problems now?”
“Ugh, no one cares.”
“Hey, I thought you said you were gonna black out from the pain...”
“Guess I’m just a lot tougher than I thou--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
“The good news is, we’re in debt to the Mob! No, wait... that’s the bad news. Also there’s NO good news!”
“Well... see... I... kinda sold it... and now...”
“The bandits are coming!”
“Well, let me put it this way... Take the most horrific, awful thing you can think of... and multiply it by cancer!”
“Well no offense, but that’s the most--- ...probably fine idea I’ve ever heard...”
“That’s a weird way to phrase that.”
“Don’t push me on this!”
“We really need to take that hat away from him.”
“Uh... did they even tell us what item we’re looking for?”
“Oh yeah, this looks legit... come on, even WE’RE not dumb enough to fall for this.”
“...you set them to auto-loot, didn’t you?”
“Oh yeeeaaah... we’re sprinting to our deaths at RECORD speed!”
“Well... it might not be a trap... maybe we just won a prize or something?”
“I thought you were gonna be nicer?”
“Baby steps!”
“Christ, I need more bourbon.”
“I’ve been having this weird pain in my chest. I suppose it started after I watched my entire group get slaughtered... but I mean, I didn’t take any damage, so that can’t be it.”
“Well, as many questions as this raises... I’m gonna keep this brief.”
“You’re not injured, you’re sad that your friends died!”
“Wow, I never thought about it like that.”
“Yeah. Big shock, you friggin’ sociopath.”
“Don’t ruin this for me!”
“And it was there that he spotted the big man himself, streaking through the snowy sky, on a sleigh full of Christmas cheer! The patron saint of prostitutes - look it up - old Saint Nick!”
“Does this look like the face of victory to you?”
“Wear it... poop in it... I don’t really care anymore.”
“I do suppose I should thank you. You made me realize that by being nice and letting people in, they’ll just die. But even still, thank you for showing me that there’s still a part of me that can feel like this, because now that I know where to find it, I’ve killed it forever.”
“No... no! You were so close! You were almost a person! You were so close!”
“And so they say, _____’s heart grew three sizes that day... and immediately shrank six, imploding into a black hole from which no love could escape.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting a happy ending? Well I’m afraid the real world doesn’t work that way, bucko! The only thing you can hope for in life is that you make enough money to fill the void left behind by the woman you love when she takes your children to some island in Tahiti with a cabana boy half her fucking age!”
“Well look at me now you harlot! I’m still alone with all my money!”
“God, I’m alone... so alone...”
“Oh god... its in the Persian rug!”
“I can’t believe I have to explain why you can’t SKIN MY FRIEND!”
“And I can’t believe I need to explain why I need leather pants.”
“I don’t want to wear my pet you monster!”
“Well there’s just no pleasing you, is there?”
“This is not awesome! This is the opposite of awesome!”
“Okay... well... I didn’t mean a literal second, but you couldn’t know that.”
“I said, can you stop staring at me? Its creepy!”
“I’ll just find myself a spot that isn’t full of crying children... oh look! There’s one now.”
“Aren’t you gonna ask me what’s wrong?”
“Yeah I’m not pulling the pin on that grenade.”
“Well, I guess it all started when I was born... my mom was a bit of a drinker. Sober? That was just not in the cards--”
“God, do I ever! I can never UN-know! These brain cells could’ve been used to formulate the perfect strategy, instead, they’ve memorized what kind of crayons you liked to eat when you were four!”
“I liked the purple ones.”
“Yeah, I know... and the blue ones were too tart.”
“If I tell you how to resurrect your hamster, will you leave me alone?”
“No language on earth has a word for how little I care. A quantum super computer calculating for a thousand years could not even approach the number of fucks I do not give.”
“Uhp-puhp-puhp, cool your jets, Zippy, there’s more to it than that.”
“--and since you just spent the last seven hours making me consider the pros and cons of a lobotomy via soup spoon, I’d say you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
“What do you mean you’re not going?! I could die out there!”
“I believe I made myself clear about my number of fucks and willingness to give them.”
“Aw, that’s too bad... did you at least manage to make some good pants out of her?”
“She’s right you know... dragon leather IS surprisingly comfortable.”
“Oh, no no no, its cute. I love the whole tough guy persona you’ve got going on there. Very convincing.”
“Come on... we’ve got a hamster to save.”
“So, hey... uh... random question. You didn’t hear anything... WEIRD last night, did you?”
“Don’t look up my skirt!”
“Uhm... I think you have more pressing concerns!”
“Just stay calm. You already have everything you need to defeat it!”
“The power to believe in myself?”
“Noooooo, a knife! Stab it!”
“Sigh... this is gonna be my whole day, isn’t it?”
“That’s insane! Who designed a game this way?!”
“You don’t... play a lot of RPGs, do you?”
“Oh my god, will you just come out already?”
“______?! Oh - my - god! How ARE yo--oh god, wow, that’s enough of that. Jesus, how do you put up that act all day?”
“Wow, I thought you might be someone dangerous like _____, I’ve never even heard of you.”
“Ooo-hoo, impressive! You can frighten people who think SLIMES are terrifying!”
“Have you seen their eyes?! They have no souls!”
“Ah... so quick with the snark. Of course, that’s all you really have going on, isn’t it? A witty retort to distract everyone from what you really are. A sad, lonely little boy with no one who loves him. Someone so dead inside, he’d use a child as bait to lure me out.”
“_____ would never do something so horrible!”
“No, she’s right, I totally did that.”
“Aw, that’s adorable... you think they’re a threat! Well, you just sit tight. Show’s about to start. Careful though, the first three rows are a splaaaash zooone~”
“Um, Boss... a thought occurs. This guy thought he was going up against _______, but he still just brought himself and a small child. You sure we want to mess with this guy?”
“...Boss, I think this might be a trap.”
“But, I’ve got good news. Y’see, there’s no need to wonder where your god is! Cuz he’s right here! And he’s fresh out of mercy.”
“I’m getting real tired of your first year psych student bullshit.”
“Enjoy this while you can. Its the deepest you’ll ever be in a woman.”
“Yeah, well... you’re dead! So........................ DAMN IT.”
“Well... you did just kill someone. Doesn’t that make you feel.... something?”
“Oh, feelings? Yeah, I don’t have those anymore. Went cold turkey.”
“What?! You can't just do that! What's the point in living if you can't feel happiness, wonder, love...?"
"...or the sweet taste of revenge! You're right! What's the point in living if I can't enjoy such simple things?"
"Um... I don't think so. Don't take this the wrong way. I'm grateful for your help, but you're... like... the worst person I've ever met."
"Is that your big plan here, huh? Make me feel feelings so you can cut me down a peg? That cuts deep, kid... but I respect that."
"Yeah... that's kinda the problem."
"I'm.... sorry for your loss."
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Some plots for future consideration.
Escape! – Roth finally escapes Hell, finding himself in New York City. This . . . leans heavy with trauma and questions of identity. The idea that you can never go home again, and nothing stays the same. Naturally, this is Roth at his nastiest and most selfish. Considering how I always imagine him betraying someone for his freedom. Only to regret it. Also, Roth gets captured by DHORKS.
Black/Site – Deals with Roth being interrogated by DHORKS. This also leans heavily on questions of humanity. The RP ends with Roth half-broken from being experimented on and being rescued.
Unperson – Roth’s life is further ruined by Hell. He’s blacklisted and his apartment is raided, with his books, movies and memories burned and purged. Roth is left penniless, jobless and without his edge. His magic. Forced to wander Pride, Roth arrives at the one place that MIGHT save him. The Hazbin Hotel.
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☾ and ★ and ♦ for Beauty! Thank you <3
Thank you for asking about Beauty, Nonny! She's so dear to my heart, and at the moment my only active RP character--and I'm always happy to talk about her.
☾ - sleep headcanon Beauty has been a night owl her whole life...
Which was easy in college because she was usually able to schedule her classes no earlier than 11am. One semester she made the mistake of taking a history class at 8am (because she had enjoyed that professor's class in the past), but when she got cast in Romeo & Juliet (in her dream role), the rehearsals ran until nearly eleven each night--and after, of course, cast & crew traditionally hung out at a local bar (Maggie's) frequented by generations of theatre majors. When the need for better sleep asserted itself--
--and it was too deep in the semester to drop that class--she chose to fail, and took it again the following semester as an afternoon class.
In dating Stephen Strange, she could easily adjust to his proclivity for late nights--but as her job makes her an early riser, she's developed a habit of taking quick power naps on her lunch breaks. Still, there are nights when they are snuggled on the couch together, lights out and watching a movie or a series, that she can't help closing her eyes ('only five minutes!' she tells herself) and nods off because she's not built to burn the candle at both ends.
★ - sad headcanon Alrighty, well...I have two to share; both bittersweet, and one must go under the cut for length of post reasons
When she was a child, the person she loved best in all the world was her maternal grandfather, Gramps. As his only granddaughter, she was his princess, but he never treated her like just a kid. He listened closely to her childish prattlings and always encouraged her imagination. He guided her to become an avid reader by reading works to her above her grade level, every time they were together. Brought her books she might never have sought out for herself, and that fed her romantic nature and her thirst for tales of adventure. She had plenty of friends at school and in the neighborhood, but Beauty always thought of Gramps as her bestest. He passed away suddely when she was twelve; it was her first encounter with losing someone, and it hit her hard. But she took consolation in the piles of books he left behind for her, most of which still occupy the shelves of whatever appartment she lives in as she journeys forward on life's adventure.
And the second, sad, little headcanon has to do with sleep as well...
Naturally, being the significant other of a much in-demand Hero and Protector of Earth has some downsides, but all along, Beauty tried her damndest to roll with them. When you love someone, you make adjustments and try to make their life a bit better even if it means some personal sacrifice. When Stephen is away (more and more and more of late) she can't help but worry, especially when he's out of contact for long stretches. And that eventually affects her ability to fall asleep as her imagination kicks into overdrive. So she discovered a little trick to help. She either wears one of his t-shirts or hoodies to bed, to be wrapped up in his scent, or sleeps with the pillow he uses when he stays over, snuggly in her arms. She focuses on his scent and their happiest memories, and in time she calms enough to finds herself drifting off.
It's worked for a while, now--but he's been either gone so long or been too distant when they are together, that the scent on his pillow has faded away to nearly nothing.
((don't look at me that way, you did ask for sad))
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
When something is really, really funny, Beauty can't help that she snorts when she laughs.
Sometimes she's kind of clumsy, which most of her boyfriends have found endearing. Though she is extra careful at work to appear the complete professional, recalling an incident early on in her career where she accidentally got her skirt tucked in her pantyhose in the loo one day, and gave a half a library tour to a group of tourists before she realized she was a mess.
Beauty loves to bake primarily, but she's also a great cook, thanks to the fact that she had five older brothers and took it upon herself to help out her mother in the kitchen even before she started kindergarten. Baking & cooking for someone are key elements in her language of love.
Even though she couldn't make theatre her career, she still stays active in whatever way she can, most often now by organizing little plays for her reading groups to perform for parents & friends, based on the materials they are reading. And she's felt blessed when her little ones have gone on to middle school and come back to invite her to the plays they do, often telling her they would never have had the courage to try out if it hadn't been for the fun of the plays she did with them.
Beauty's a sucker for good, old-fashioned romantic comedies, either plays or movies, and loves the modern adaptations of Shakespeare's comedies in movies such as 10 Things I Hate About You.
Anon, please know that I'm truly grateful for the chance to write about my sweet Beauty. I miss writing her terribly, and this did my heart much good!💗
HEADCANON MEME
#Ask games#kind Nonny#my writing#OFC#original female character#Beauty Lincoln#originally created for roleplay with doctorstrangeaskblog
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Alex
Alex was my first voice. I was heavily bullied as a child and would cower and hide, Eventually Alex started fighting back. I would hurt people badly, but nobody would believe me when I would tell them that i didnt remember doing it and it was Alex's fault.
Alex wouldnt let me get close to people because they would inevitably hurt me then he would hurt them.
Over time as the bullying became less of a problem Alex evolved and grew to form the Circle. the Circle is the extremely small number of people i give a damn about and Alex is the one who is the Gatekeeper. He decides who gets in and who doesnt.
Micheal
Micheal was developed shortly after Alex.
He is my internal violence. He hurts people
BEFORE they can hurt me. Anyone not protected by Alex's Circle is free reign for Micheal to torture. He is all my darkest impulses and everything that i show in RP as the Nytmare.
For awhile he changed... he became completely internal and was the custodian of my voices.. helping me control them. Hes gone back to his original state recently though.
Gray
Gray is an interesting one. He represents my internal Teenager. He wants to eat junk food, play video games, and hang out with other teenagers.
In his Extremes all he wants to do is fuck and do drugs. Hes the part of me that wants to get high, get drunk, and fuck my teenage nieces. Controlling him is hard.
The Serpent
The serpent doesnt care.
When i was a child I considered Scales to be the perfect armor, when I was upset I would draw scales on my hand to try and block out the pain.
The serpent formed as a complete shutdown... when the Serpent comes out I feel Nothing.
No emotion at all. Im completely void.
Eleni
Eleni is a mother figure. She is also completely obsessivly OCD. She wants nothing more then to Guide, Nurture, and protect everyone around her... but at her extreme she is incredibly controlling of every aspect of her environment down to the color of books in the bookcase and the names of every file in the computer.
Arik
Arik is eternaly eight. He is me before the glasses, me before the voices... me before everything. All he wants is to play nintendo, eat chicken nuggets, drink grape soda, and have fun with his friends. just about the only voice in my head without an extreme that needs to be controlled. His main downside is he gets very noisey and hard to control when he isnt happy.
Coyote
Coyote is self expression personified. She isnt vocal... she expresses herself through burning, cutting, and piercing sensations combined with intense desires for tattoos, piercings, and scars.
Phoenix
Phoenix is pure competition. All he wants is to play games he can win and to dominate everyone around him in everything he does.
Raven
Raven is pain... the desire to take all my pain an inflict it on others.
The imagery in my head for her is pretty vivid, She was once one of gods angels.
A truly perfect being. Perfect beings can never be hurt right? Well that seems to have been the plan because she doesnt heal... ever. Every little wound and every little cut remains forever fresh and new. What once was a mane of beautiful raven black hair is reduced to clumps and strands among a bloody exposed scalp, her wings are broken and constantly molting her few remaining feathers, her face and arms are covered in forever open and bleeding cuts.
Her body is covered in bruises and you can actually see the broken bones beneath her skin and she stumbles clumsily on broken legs. The only thing that alleviates her pain is inflicting it on others... whenever she wounds someone else it causes that same wound on her to disappear for a time, never for very long but when your suffering like her any comfort is worth whatever it takes to find it. Hence her entire existence hinges on inflicting her pain onto others to bring herself the slightest moments peace..
Oh and I almost forgot to mention...
She communicates exclusivly through sobbing and pained screams.
That and pushing her desires onto me.
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Infernal Devices Quote Rp Meme
Part One
inspired by @bcbliophile @multistoty @wcrriorhearts - feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes
“Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”
“There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.”
“cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?”
“Would you like a thesaurus? You seem to be running out of words.”
“God knows we’re all drawn to what’s beautiful and broken.”
“I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.”
In all the world, you are what I love the most.”
"But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.”
“Dreams can be dangerous things.”
“It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.”
"What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?”
"No, I mean enterprising.When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done.”
“It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.”
“You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.”
“I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care.”
“Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.”
“Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.”
"Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”
“Do you normally turn up in gentlemen's bedrooms in the middle of the night? If I'd known that, I would have campaigned harder to make sure mother let you stay.”
“Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.”
"How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he's usually ridiculous?”
"You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention."
"You make me laugh. From the moment you hit me with that bottle."
“It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.”
“Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.”
“Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”
“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
"He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed."
“For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?”
“It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”
“One finds nobility in the oddest places.”
“I am not the one of us who has no heart.”
“You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.”
"I have wanted to do this every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you.”
“Our hearts, they need a mirror. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.”
“I am catastrophically in love with you.”
“They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite”
“One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.”
“you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.”
“It has been the privilege and the honor of my life to know you.”
“Sometimes one must choose whether to be kind or honorable. Sometimes one cannot be both.”
“You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.”
“She’s annexed my plan!”
“Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?”
She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.”
"She is my priority!"
“Do not seek revenge and call it justice.”
“No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.”
“Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.”
“It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
“There is more to living than not dying.”
“Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.”
“Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact? Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be."
“For this I would be damned forever. For this I would have given up everything.”
"I have that effect on women,"
“He’s very broken, like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.”
"Wherever we are, we are as one.”
That for my father, there was only ever one woman he loved, and it was her for him, or nothing. You are that for me. I love you, and I will only ever love you until I die —”
We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.”
“Has no one respect for the classics these days?”
“having your annual ‘everyone thinks [muse’s name] is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “
“Some secrets were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.”
“There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.”
“If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”
“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
You are not the last dream of my soul.You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.”
“I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.”
“since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.”
“Our souls are knit. We are one person,”
“Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most. I will not ever forget you.”
“I've never minded it,Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”
“What he needs now is to love and have that love returned.”
"I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life."
“that heroes all come to bad ends, and he could not imagine why anyone would want to be one, anyway.”
“Dear God, woman.Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to?”
“Whoever loves you now—and you must also love yourself—will love the truth of you.”
“There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.”
“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”
“Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.”
“And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.”
“Never trust a duck.”
"How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun."
“Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must."
“Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”
"Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce...”
T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.”
“Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He's very pretty, and vampires like that. I can't say I mind either.”
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Questions for the Mun meme: 1) Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon? 2) Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair? 3) What’s something you find weird on here (Tumblr)?
1) Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon
Yes and no. I was pleasantly surprised that Jugram and Bazz got such a good and relatable background story. It's rare to see dysfunctional friendship that do not work out getting portrayed in a compelling way in the genre.
I also think Kubo did well with how he presented Jugram's being abused. He gave us a very eerie feeling of what was going without needing to dwell into graphic depiction, which I find highly appreciable.
On the down side, I think more could have been done with the Quincy and this war as a whole, with more flashbacks and backstories. I find it hard to get invest in the characters and in the battle on an 'emotional' level.
I would have liked for Ishida to have a bit of a stronger motivator to go against Quincy, such as carrying on Souken's legacy and wanting to build a better future, meanwhile challenging the Quincy internally in their beliefs. Meanwhile, on the other side, Ichigo does the same but with Shinigami.
I digressed a little, but I wanted to rant a little. Though I greatly respect and appreciate Kubo for doing his best to finish the story despite being burned out.
2) Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair?
Yes! I don't limit myself to canon when it comes to shipping as when it comes to writing in general; especially in a world like Bleach's, with so many characters, there are a lot of interesting avenues one could explore.
In a more general manner, I dislike how romance is usually portrayed in media so I like to make my own.
3) What’s something you find weird on here (Tumblr)?
Can't really think of anything weird that is specific to Tumblr.
But I'd say, and don't hate me on this one ppl (haha), but the over focus on graphics. Nothing being wrong into visual and design, wanting your blog to look nice and personalised. Myself I like it.
But my problem is when it comes at the cost of accessibility: for instance font that are so small you can't really read, too much image and formatting that makes reading difficult. As someone with ADHD, it can be sometimes challenging.
You don't see people writing books or fiction doing it, so I'm not sure how it's become a thing in rp.
Then again, it's only my opinion and pretty harmless, if it's something that brings people fun and joy, they should keep doing it.
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|| A Night of Starless Hopes ( OPEN RP START)
The sky was spattered with bright stars, the rarity of cool air on a summer night hitting his face was one of the best feelings of his short life and the disappointment of that ending would soon be pronounced if the brunette on his bicycle had not been happily surprised by the resplendent vision of his final destination.
Should the librarian be on the boardwalk, in the middle of the night, full of blood wrapped in appetising and attractive bodies, easy smiles, even easier laughs, adrenaline running through the pores with a frightening normality, hearts beating to the deadly rhythm of finitude?
Absolutely not.
Old Jenny had banned it, said it was a dangerous place for him, but until now Caim had not run into any other like him along the way. Which was strange and still a blessing, considering the city's fame as Murder Capital of the World exactly by the wild reckless vampires living there.
Now that it was clear to Caim that Jenny had shamelessly lied to him, the young blood drinker would make it a point to spend the night there just to burn his anger and furthermore he had known that a book store, which was causing buzz among the residents, had been opened next to the old Frog's comic store and he just couldn't help but visit. Jenny’s library was cool but limited.
Fuck if the old witch cared. Everything was well lit, he had the spell active, wasn't hungry, no other signal of other blood drinker wanting to chomp his head off and everything looked very predictable and secure.
Caim got out of his bike, quickly closing the padlock to explore that true amusement park of diversities. The librarian watched this unknown - at least for him, whose prison became the surroundings of Jenny's library - land piece of Santa Carla, an involuntary smile mirrored the mixture of hypnotic curiosity, easy joy, amazement and the delicious sensation of disobeying an order.
This is pay back Grumpy Jenny...
Caim thought opening a big mischievous charming crooked smile and adjusting the collar of his barely used leather jacket. It was s at that exact moment, walking at the boardwalk adjacent to the beach sands, litting a cigarette and looking quite badass for someone that arrived in a yellow bicycle, that another energy reached him at full dizziling force.
Mediterranean vibrant blue eyes widened as it gazed the ocean, cigarette falling from his lips and slipping from his fingers, terror wrapping his flesh and enveloping his bones with necrotyzing fear: There was another!
Caim speed up his steps to go back to his bicycle, and too focused on trying to indentify the presence of the potential danger, ran into the light pole ahead of him, falling butt to the ground. The light flickered with small electrical failure noises before going off completely.
Fuck.
#thelostboylonelyworld#decipher me or i'll devour you#Indie OC RP#Indie rp#Open RP#Indie Starter#Indie Open RP#Caim
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Ophelia Voltaire | N/A | Modern, Slice of Life, Academia, Action
Ophelia appears quiet and reserved, due to her upbringing. Though is more open when she feels comfortable. Her family used their abilities to keep themselves wealthy and hang on to their “old money” social status. Unfortunately, the pressures got to her even at a young age as she preferred to stay away from her family as far as possible.
Even though she is a witch ( magic user) she’s very out of practice due to her years at boarding school and only practiced at home during vacations and breaks. She’s also afraid to mess up or worse get caught. She insists she’s not good but she’s actually quite capable.
HISTORY
Ophelia’s mother and father died tragically while she was young. She was then adopted by her Aunt Meridith and Uncle Louis Nesbitt. She is considered the middle child of the Nesbitt’s even though she has her father’s last name. She has two cousin’s Wyatt who is 9 years older and Clarise who is two years younger. Meridith is her mother’s sister, who married Louis whose family is also from magical decent even though Louis was born with no magical gifts.Regardless Louis still grew up to be a wealthy man. Despite this setback both Wyatt and Clarise are both gifted. Wyatt is more conservative with his abilities while Clarise is more forward.
Her aunt Meridith insists that her children are lucky and could have both easily been born without gifts. She uses this as an excuse to push her children and Ophelia to only marry those who are gifted, wealthy, or in power.
*Wyatt has already been in arrange marriage and is currently in a middle of nasty divorce. Clarise is dating someone who’s most likely a third cousin to keep her mother & father happy.
Ophelia is currently going to Princeton but not enjoying it too much due to the pressures to excel and annoying peers.
"When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not" - richard kadrey from "Aloha From Hell"
Pros: educated, kind, wealthy, non-judgemental, friendly
Cons: shy, quiet, reserved, secretive, can often come off as aloof, slightly spoiled, naive, forgetful
Skills & Abilities
Skills
Educated: Has a Bachelors in Library Science. A decent amount of knowledge of the Occult and other Academia.
Good Speaker: Is great in debate and persuasion.
Great Cook: Actually enjoys cooking and various skills, including potions & alchemy.
Pianist: Enjoys playing the piano from time to time.
Abilities
Ophelia is a Fourth Generation Magi User. Though quite capable, her neglect to practice shows from time to time. ( Capable of casting a variety of spells ) Needs to use a spell book often because she spends most of her time studying other things. Although she has a natural specialization.
Illusion: causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell or taste things differently from what they truly are. At its base, users can distort the shape and size of an object or area.
Specialization: Glamour - The user can change the appearance of themselves and/or others.
Dream Magic: Users can create, shape, enter, and manipulate the dreams of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing dreams as well as nightmares, daydreams, etc., possibly including past ones. They can produce and modify dreams, bestow nightmares or lucid dreaming, entrap people in REM, and promote spiritual/emotional healing within dreams.
Flight: The power to fly without any outside influence
Aerokinesis: Users can create, shape and manipulate air, the common name given to the layer of atmospheric gases and various compounds surrounding the planet Earth.
Telekenisis: The power to move, manipulate or otherwise interact with objects/matter without physical means.
Fae-Connection: ability passed down from her mother's side. Has a keen sense of spotting the fae. Including, sometimes befriending or convincing them to do her dirty work.
Additional Info
Verses
Please treat each RP as it's own verse. Unless stated otherwise. As an OC I will try my best to adapt to your character's universe if it's canon. The more accustomed to a universe the more likely verses will be added.
Hogwarts Years: (Age Varies) Ophelia attended Hogwarts and is sorted into Hufflepuff. She shines in potions, charms, and herbology. Even though she is a witch she's still fascinated with muggles and their accomplishments. She's also a believer that modern-day witches and wizards are too dependent on their wands. She likes to practice wandless magic whenever she has the time.
Post Hogwarts: Ophelia decides to pursue a higher education in Healing. She specializes in mental ailments dealing with the mind, and soul, and is fascinated with the realm of dreams.
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