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#&& ramblings of UNCERTAINTY ( ooc. )
tvrningout-a · 5 months
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every time i contemplate remaking, i think about changing my url but!! nope i think we're all stuck with tvrningout for the conceivable future
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melrodrigo · 9 months
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A little scorpion goes a long way - W.A.
Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader
Summary: You bring back an old friend.
Warnings: ooc wednesday, R being a simp
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: I’m bored, here’s a little Wednesday oneshot like promised!
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Learning at Nevermore Academy had its perks and downsides, but one of your favorite things about the school was how little they cared about students’s powers.
You had no face? You’re just another student at Nevermore. You’re a freak emo girl? Doesn’t matter. You could revive things from the dead? Who cares?
You; were apart of the latter group. It’s not that you were so powerful to the point you could bring actual human beings to life, but enough to save a dying plant or two. Only, anytime you did it, there would always be ass-kicking consequences.
You’d always have a terrible headache and a killer cold after. Skin all colorless, resembling the look of a character from a Tim Burton movie.
When you had first met your now girlfriend of 11 months Wednesday Addams, she had shared a heartfelt story about her pet scorpion, Nero, and how he had gotten killed by some idiot normie kids.
It was heartbreaking. You swore then and there that as soon as you got the chance you’d try and find the scorpion and bring it back to life.
It also just so happened that yours and Wednesday’s one year anniversary was coming up, pegging the perfect opportunity for such a gift.
It was really hard to try and discreetly ask Wednesday where she had buried her pet scorpion without sounding suspicious.
So you didn’t.
Instead, you called up her father. It wasn’t any less scary, since he was still an Addams, and the father of your girlfriend, but at least you knew he was a bit softer than the rest of the family.
“Hellomr.addamscouldipleaseaskyouifyoyreawarewherewednesdayburiedherpetscorpionforagift?” You stumbled out, completely unintelligible.
“Hello? Who is this?” Came his booming voice from the other side of the phone.
A long paused sounded, you trying to calm down and wipe your sweaty palms against Wednesday’s sheets.
“Hey Mr.Addams, it’s YN. Would you happen to know where Wednesday buried her pet scorpion all those years ago? I need it for a gift im making her.” You said, as slowly as you could, but it still came out as a bit of a ramble.
He barked out a laugh, and your face flushed bright red. You thanked the lords that you decided to do this on the phone instead of in real life.
“Of course darling, it’s right in our backyard. Would you like me to send it to you? Me and Morticia need an idea for date night anyway. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled with grave digging!”
You let out a relieved sigh and a slight chuckle, shaking your head at the Addams Family antics.
“Yes, that would be amazing, thank you Mr. Addams.” You breathe in relief.
“Please, call me Gomez.”
There was a pause of uncertainty on your end before answering, “Of course….Mr.Gomez.”
A sound uncanny to a door swinging open had you turning around hurriedly, and hanging up before Mr. Gomez could even utter another word.
Wednesday stood there, looking unbothered; eyes half lidded until they locked with yours.
“What’s wrong with you? Why do you look like that?” She asked, eyes narrowed. You smiled a little at her tone, because it wasn’t one of annoyance, but rather of worry. Maybe you were turning her a bit soft after all.
You smile shyly, striding up to Wednesday but stopping just short in front of her, giving her time to pull away if she wanted.
When she didn’t, and in fact, leaned a little closer; you closed the distance and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“I’m amazing.” You breathed against her cheek, lips moving toward her neck.
She titled it up a bit, giving you more access to wander around as you please. Rigid hands found your waist, and she squeezed them slightly.
You pull away grinning.
“Oh no, you’re not getting it yet. Plus, tomorrow’s our anniversary, don’t you want it to be extra romantic?” You teased.
She let out a huff and crossed her arms, clearly displeased.
“I dont see what difference one day has.” She mumbled under her breath, still staring you down.
“As romantic as that is, I have to go.” You tell her, squeezing her finger once. All she does is give you a curt nod and returns to her desk.
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A thing you learned later that day was that Gomez Addams was a man of his word. Not even a couple hours later, a package had arrived for you.
Inside the little shoe box was a photo of the couple grave digging, smiling wider than you’ve ever seen them; and the corpse of a certain infamous scorpion.
“Nero! Ha!“ You exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. You inspected the little scorpion, it was tiny enough; should be no sweat to bring it back.
You were extremely wrong.
Considering the thing was dead for almost 10 years; it took an absurd amount of energy out of you.
God if you thought bringing plants back to life was hard, this thing was something you’ve never seen before. Strong and vicious, shooting a sharp pain through you as you connected the back of the scorpion to the palm of your hand.
At one point you seriously thought you were going to pass out. Sweat formed at your face and your vision was starting to get a little blurry.
And to add salt to the wound, the moment the scorpion was brought back, it decided to jump the person who had so graciously brought it back to life.
Leaving multiple scars on the side of your neck, before you could wrestle it away from you and into the pet box you had bought the week before.
Holy shit. I need a rest.
With your vision blurred and head pounding a million miles per second, you collapsed onto the bed, letting the world encompass you in a dark black haze.
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You’re awaken the next day by an uninterested looking Wednesday, (that might just be how she always looks) hovering over you in the bed. You roll over in the bed to get a better view of her.
“Oh hey, Wends.” You greeted, trying to get up and talk to the girl properly, but letting out a groan as you clutched the side of your stomach in pain.
You pulled the sheets down to check your side, looking for the cause of your pain. What greeted you was a huge dark blue bruise that spread from the top of your rib cage to your waist.
“Huh. That’s weird.” You mumble.
You didn’t notice Wednesday’s eyes widening at the sight, since you were a bit busy poking at the wound.
She quickly slapped your hand away, and pushed you back down into the bed. Silencing you with a press of her pointer finger on your lips.
“Don’t move.”
You don’t think you’ve ever seen Wednesday move so quick, even back when she was looking for the hyde all those months ago. You stared at her in awe as she rummaged through your belongings, and pulled out a first aid kit.
Nevermore had employed one in every students dorm, seeing as to there were plenty of mini medical emergencies that would occur on a daily basis.
“Thing. Go get my Magical Beings 101 textbook. It’s located on my desk.”
Thing quickly hurried off, no doubt due to the harsh tone Wednesday used.
“I’m fine, Wends. Really. I’ll be up and running in a couple days.” You said as you reached over, trying to stroke her hand.
Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away, but instead gripped it tighter. She was silent for a moment, no sound except for your heavy breathing.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I know you used your powers YN. What I can’t seem to figure out is what for. Why are you so ill?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed.
And if you thought your heart couldn’t get any bigger, you were wrong. The way Wednesday was looking at you, all worried glances and intense eyes, you think you could pass away right then and there.
She cared.
As you tried to get up, ignoring the way Wednesday surged forward to stop you, quickly pushing you back into the bed. You didn’t put up much of a fight.
“This is gonna suck, and I wanted to save it for a more romantic setting, but I don’t think I’m leaving bed today.” You stated, while Wednesday was still eyeing you like you would get up again.
“Could you pass me the box under my desk Wends? But you have to promise to close your eyes.” You murmur, bat your eyes at her.
At that Wednesday rolled her eyes, and you were a little relieved to see a familiar Wednesday expression.
“And why is that?” She inquired.
Um.
“My brain is too meshed to come up with an excuse. It’s for our anniversary, but please don’t look, I wanna see your reaction.” You admitted, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.
With a huff, Wednesday moved to your desk and closed her eyes, which took a while for her to actually find the box and bring it out.
“Over here.” You say, in case your voice would help her sense of direction better.
“I’m dating an imbecile who thinks I’m an imbecile.” Wednesday mutters under her breath, not aware that you had heard.
Wednesday walks over and stops in front of you, as you pat the surface on the bed next to you.
She gets the hint, and after some reluctance sits down and waits peacefully.
It’s a little domestic, and your heart starts beating faster.
You take the box from her hands and try your best to cover the clear part, then look over to Wednesday.
“Okay, you can open them now.” You say.
Wednesday’s eyes are flicked open in an instant, her peaceful face turning back into her usual resting glare.
She squints at the box, and tilts her head. You push it forward on the bed a little, gesturing for her to open the lid.
She does, and when she peers inside, her eyes widen. She dips her hand in the box and whispers, “Nero, flip.”
When the scorpion walks up to her and does a little turn of it’s body, you guess it could be called a flip, Wednesday gasps.
“It is you.” She says, sounding star struck.
And then as if just remembering you were there, she looks at you, with more emotion than you’ve ever seen before.
You feel your knees get a little week, even though you haven’t even been standing. Wednesday looks in awe.
“Happy Anniversary Wends. I didn’t know where I could find Nero so I called up your dad, I hope that’s oka-“
You’re cut off by Wednesday engulfing you in a fierce hug, and she would never admit it, but you swear you felt something damp on your shoulder.
You let the moment be, don’t tease her about it. Caressing her back a little as she leans just slightly into you.
“You’re an idiot.” She whispers, and you shiver at the sensation of her lips on your bare skin.
“Yeah I know, but you love me.” You say with a cheeky grin.
Wednesday doesn’t say anything back,but you don’t mind. Words had never been her way of expressing love, and having her here, teary eyed and smiling; albeit a tiny smile, was confirmation enough she felt the same.
You didn’t end up getting to do the things on your list for your anniversary, but in a way, what you ended up with was much better.
The rest of the day was spent with Wednesday in your arms, and a tiny scorpion in hers.
It was getting sort of uncomfortable, the position you were in, but you didn’t dare move away.
When Enid had walked in, looking for her disappearing roommate, and spotted you two asleep in each other’s arms. She bit back a squeal and snapped a quick photo on her phone.
You later asked for the photo and set it as your lockscreen.
It was a real pain bringing Nero back, but considering everything, you would definitely do it again.
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a-wandering-fangirl · 11 months
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Moving In
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Kirishima x GN Black Aroace Reader
WC: 836
Warnings: Reader has braids. Reader feels alterous attraction
Genre: Idek. Angst to fluff ig. It's sad but not really.
A/N: This one is for me. It's incredibly self indulgent and probably very ooc. Kirishima is ace IDC what anyone else says. Argue with the wall.
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"It truly is love that makes us human." You scoff after hearing the sentence play from the TV.
"I swear to God if I hear that line one more time I'm gonna kill someone." The sounds of Kirishima's laughter filled the room. You had both been sitting in the living room. Kiri on the couch and you on the floor. You were both working on taking down your braids while watching a cheesy romcom.
"He stole your car to see another woman. Girl, why you even like this man? I promise you this ain't it." You were speaking desperately to a person who couldn't hear you, and even if she could you doubted that she'd even listen to your advice. The girl in question was absolutely enamored with the man on the screen for reasons unbeknownst to you. You always wondered why people fell in love like this. It was completely irrational and idiotic. Two people who just didn't work together trying to force love and yet somehow they both end up happily ever after. After all this time you were finally at peace with your identity. Nothing was wrong with you because you didn't want romantic love or sex. But there were days you wished that you could be in love. Nothing like the love stories that you saw on TV but something similar. You reach around for the scissors while mentally cursing yourself for missing the braid.
"Here." Kirishima says handing them to you. You thank him and he goes back to working on a braid.
"I'm glad you were able to come help me." You examine the braid in your hand ensuring that you wouldn't be cutting it too high. You almost never do but it never hurts to be careful. "It would've taken me all day to get done but with you here we're already halfway through."
Kirishima chuckles.
"Y'know if you keep calling me over like this I might as well just move in." You snip at your hair much harder than you originally intended, completely startled by his words. He had said it in a joking manner but you knew that there was some anticipation in his words. He wasn't entirely wrong either. You had both relied on one another more times than you could count. It would certainly make life easier if you both lived together. You sigh and set the scissors down next to you. His words made you anxious. Thoughts began to ramble on in your mind. Were you happy that he offered? Did you both even want the same things? Would he be able to understand? You couldn't lose him as a friend. But, there were days where you wished that you were both something more. Nothing too drastic. Just…
"What would that make us?" You ask, fearing his reply.
"Um." He paused while slowly untwisting a braid. "Well, what do you want us to be?" The uncertainty in his voice was obvious. Were the same thoughts going through his head? Did he wish that you were both something more? Would he be disappointed because you couldn't give him what he wanted? You turned down the volume on the TV. If only life were as simple as a movie. If only the love you wanted could be put into words.
"I don't know exactly." You sigh and turn to look at him. He let's go of the braid in his hand. "I don't think there's an exact word for what I want. But I know that I don't want a romantic relationship." Kiri looked down at his hands.
"Oh." The flamed hair boy looked distraught. You could always tell what he felt since he carried his heart on his sleeve. It made deep discussions like this easier because he could never hide what he felt. It was one of the things that you loved about him.
"But," You reached for his hands. "I do know that I love you." You smile. "And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Not as best friends or as partners but just…" You stopped and looked down. You were used to rejection when it came to relationships. Especially after you came out. But when it came to Kiri everything felt right. You knew that he didn't feel sexual attraction either but you were still scared to
add a label on your relationship. Would he be satisfied with this? He grabbed your hands and intertwined them with his.
"I kinda get what you're saying." He flashed you his signature sharky smile. "I'd love to be your person. I can't see a future without you in my life." Just like that all the weight, anxiety, and fear that you felt went away. After all this time how could you think that Kirishima out of all people would reject you. You smile. If it's with him you knew that the two of you would be able to figure out what this love was together.
"Will you move in with me?"
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natsuhikous · 8 months
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ˊ˗ ꒰🐚꒱ Uncertainties
life has a way of screwing you up, and Aia experiences it firsthand.
(can be read as reader, but writing with a name is easier for me 😵‍💫)
warnings: may be ooc, mentions of pregnancy
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Aia Abernathy has known Marius von Hagen her entire life. She met him when her parents met up with the esteemed Austin von Hagen, and she saw a boy with blueberry-colored hair watching them from the steps of the large estate. She’d approached him and noticed how his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he watched the adults converse quietly in front of a large portrait painted by his late mother. It was right then and there, she decided, that no matter what, she’d never want to see the blueberry boy’s eyes just as teary as it was. She never did find out what made him so sad that day, but she did see the way his eyes widened when she introduced herself, and the way they brightened when she took his hand, insisting that he show her the drawings he rambled on about for the past 20 minutes.
Aia thought that the sparkles in his eyes suited him much better.
From that day on, Aia was always involved in all of his firsts, just as he was with hers. She was with him when he lost his first tooth, she was there for his first art exhibition, she was his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his first time, and she was the first person he told when he decided to proceed with his studies in Florence. This was hard for both of them, seeing as they’ve never been apart for more than a summer. She’d almost even went to Italy with him, but Marius stopped her before she could reject the offer from Stellis University’s prestigious Mechanical Engineering program.
She just never expected him to also be the one to cause her first heartbreak.
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“I think I’ve fallen for someone else.”
Her blood ran cold she heard those words, but really, Aia should have seen this coming.
She knew how much time he’d spent with that lawyer from Themis ever since he’d come home to take over PAX. She’d even met her a couple of times, seeing as Marius brought her anywhere he’d have an excuse to do so. It hurt her more than one could ever imagine, but even then, she couldn’t bring yourself to blame her or him. Even Aia could see how beautiful, headstrong and kind she is, how she commands attention to herself effortlessly when she enters a room. It was only inevitable that someone who had such an eye for beauty would accidentally end up in her unassuming grasp.
Rosa was everything Marius needed right now. She was a reflection of someone that could stand by his side, someone who could easily match the complications of his newfound position as the head of an ever growing company.
Aia? She was nothing but a reminder of the life Marius dreamt of living, something that was no longer possible for him.
Marius expectantly stared at her, waiting for a reaction. The Aia he (knows and loves) knew and loved would have jumped right out of her seat, demanding him to make her understand why he was so willing to throw everything away all of a sudden for someone he’d met only a few months ago? What about everything we’d talked about? We’ve planned this for years Marius, years! I planned my life around this! What am I supposed to do now?
He intently stared to look for changes in her facial expression and body language, but all he was met with were his former lover’s blank, watery eyes staring back at him, just as focused.
“Ok.”
“So that’s it? Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Is there anything left for me to say? You said everything that I needed to hear.”
In all his years he’d known her, Marius von Hagen had never seen Aia Abernathy looking this... defeated. Quietly, she reaches for something behind her neck, only to end up placing something on the table, covered by her trembling fist.
“These past few years, I’ve been thinking. How despite I always made it known how I felt, I still bent and twisted my choices for something that better suits yours.” She slowly pushes her hand towards his side of the table, leaving a necklace identical to the dog tag he wears sitting on the spot beside his half- empty cup of coffee. “It had dawned on me that all this time, I never really knew what I wanted for myself, because I’d always thought about my future with you in mind.”
Aia stood up, and despite her appearing less than, Marius could tell that she just had a weight lifted off her shoulders as she admitted such a thing. But even then, he could tell that there still was something that she was not telling him. But what? He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Thank you for the memories, Marius.” She gave him a smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It was an honor to have been loved by someone like you.”
She had entered his life and bled into it like a warm fire on a cold night, and now here she was, years later, exiting as if she were nothing more than a candle being blown out by a passing wind. The girl walked away without any more fanfare, but if Marius looked just a little bit closer, he would have seen her stuff a small envelope into her pocket the second she walked away, a hand gently finding its way to her unassuming belly as she tried to keep her tears in until she was out of his sight.
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part two? part two coming soon!!!! natsuhikous comeback yeaaaaah!!! i just really needed to get this trope out of my system eiddkmfnffn
© natsuhikous, 2023
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( ooc ): Sorry, no writing today. I'm taking the small day break to not burn myself out. But I have some thoughts that I'm going through for Lilian, and I would love any suggestions or advice. I'm just figuring out her personality, so I'm working through who she is as a person. Long ramble below to set the scene.
So, Lilian doesn't really know what she wants to do with her life. Typical adult stuff, but hers is kind of extensive. She has an interest in photography, but never really feel into any other interest as passionately as others. So she feels like she's sort of "half-assing" it with having no real passion. She took on multiple different jobs and interests to try to figure out her passion, but nothing really stuck around. Photography seemed to be her main interest, and even then, she deals with the complexity of not knowing if that's her true passion. (Like dealing with the existential question/longing of wondering if there's something out there that's her passion, just waiting for her to discover it, but hasn't found it). She's still trying to find her "meaning" in life. So, she joined the military because of this (to find meaning in her life) and involved photography in it in some way.
I was wondering what could've influenced this mindset. I use controlling parents a lot in my backstories, so I'm trying to find another explanation than that (other than the idea of wanting to please her parents and molded her identity around that, so now she doesn't know herself on an individual level and not as an extension of her parents). So I'm trying to find a new explanation for that? I know I don't need an explanation for it since this is a popular experience for many, so really feel free to give me suggestions or insights on what could've influenced this mindset/uncertainty within herself? I'll take anything, but I'm trying to pursue something new and original than my over-used trope of controlling parents.
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Some Days I Don't Know If I Am Wrong Or Right
Characters: Clay, Cylas
Words: 1209
Content warnings: talk about murder and torture, Clay questions a few of Cylas... moral decisions (sorry if this is ooc @rottent33th)
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He looked around with an unreadable expression, somewhere between surprise, shock, and confusion. “It’s... very... pink?” 
“Sure is,” she commented, looking around as well, even though she could basically envision the whole complex with her eyes closed. The room opened into a wide, open kitchen-dining-living room area. As promised, the ceiling was higher than average, all lights out of reach for most people. Baby blue linoleum floors, smooth, mostly curved pastel pink walls, few edges. A small, round table with four chairs a little off to the left.  
Further past it, the floor changed to white and blue tiles as it approached the kitchenette. All pink wood and white countertops, even the oven and fridge were pink. If one were to check inside the locked cupboards and drawers, it would become evident that even the cutlery, baking utensils, and just everything was kept in light shades of pink, blue, and purple. It looked more like a s stereotypical little girl’s dollhouse than an actual living space. 
She gave Clay a moment to take it all in, from the furniture to smaller details such as the fake tulips on the table and empty frames on the walls. 
“Okay. What the hell is this place? Or, what kind of hell is this place?” Clay said, almost sounding bewildered, “You cannot convince me that you picked this... particular combination of furniture, décor, and colours.” 
“Oh, dear gods no,” she huffed with a small laugh, “This actually isn’t my place, I only allowed myself the freedom to... take control of it since the previous owner has no use for it anymore.” 
“And, the previous owner being...?” Clay continued. 
Her expression got a little more serious as she met his eyes, “Well, what do you think?” 
He stared at her for a moment, face blank as emotions fought inside him. The anger he was feeling was something he had rarely, if at all, experienced before in his life. He was torn between wanting to smash something and insisting Cylas show him the piece of shit that had apparently trapped her here. 
“But, why here? Why, of all places you could keep him, would you choose this place?” he almost growled, sounding more like a wild beast than a man. 
“It’s all about the theatrics, the drama, the symbolism,” she said smiling, and walked backwards further into the room, spreading her arms as if presenting her surroundings, “Making the prison guard the prisoner. Locking him up in the cage of his creation. A constant reminder of what he did, what brought him here, and what will happen. Make him feel vulnerable and scared and hopeless just like he did us. Physical pain isn’t the only kind of suffering. Not the worst either.  
Uncertainty, not knowing what is to come, nor being able to predict it, that’s a different kind of torment. Being chained up in a small room with no promise that I’ll come back, no way to know if I’ll give him food or not, if I’ll hurt him or just watch, let him out, if I’ll even acknowledge him. 
Just sitting and waiting for hours on end. With nothing to do but think. 
There’s a special kind of power in denying people death when it’s all they ask for. When they beg for their misery to end, and to just... walk away.” 
She dropped her arms and looked back at Clay, “Anyway, though there is much I could show you, I guess we should focus on the essential, I didn’t bring you hear to listen to my ramblings.” 
They crossed the room, right past the table and kitchenette, and followed a straight hallway. There had been a door to the right just by the entrance, and then two more on each side of the hall. It ended in one last door, but Cylas went straight for the second door on the left. It was painted white, just as all the other doors, but it had pink flower patterns on it, and a sign that said “Emma”. 
Clay followed her and watched in silence as she reached for the door, fiddling with the key because her hands were visibly shaking. She knew that there was nothing to be scared of, especially with another person by her side, but the fear was instinctive. A deep-seated emotional response tied to the room. And still, she refused to change anything about it. 
Unsurprisingly, the walls of the room were pastel pink as well, but the floor was carpet, a darker shade, almost bordering deep red. In the corner, ankle chained to the metal bedframe, cowered the scrawny figure of a man, face gaunt and eyes dull, loose tattered clothes being the only indication that he must have weighed more at some point. Clay wondered whether the man was too weak to move or if he was scared, because even though the chain certainly limited his range, it seemed still long enough to move around the room. 
Cylas, who must have picked up on how his confused gaze was fixed on the shackles offered an explanation. 
“It’s so he can use the bathroom,” she said, nodding towards a door to the left. “Don’t want him pissing and shitting all over the floor. He tried that towards the beginning, to make me angry, I suppose. Only once though.” 
“Do I want to know what you did?” 
She looked up at him and grinned, “Left him for a couple days. Checked in to make sure he doesn’t die but nothing more. Turns out if you’re trapped long enough you literally start drinking your own piss any desire to repeat whatever brought you there kinda just... disappears. He even cleaned up himself once I gave him cleaning stuff. Guess if you gotta be stuck in a room for an indeterminate amount of time oyu don’t necessarily want it smelling like literal shit.” 
“That’s... disgusting,” Clay said. 
“That it was.” 
He wasn’t completely sure how to feel about this revelation; the violent and physically cruel side of her he had witnessed, but this was different. Psychologically tormenting someone and playing mind-games for a couple hours, that he knew. But... days? Weeks? This man must’ve been here for a long time. He was almost scared to ask. 
“You think I’m crazy, yeah? Completely gone, lost all my marbles and got no screws left either?” Cylas said, teasing on the surface, but there was no real humour in it. Only bitterness. 
He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts. 
“This- He is the guy who tried to kill you and ended up burying you alive?”  
“The one and only,” she replied, a blatantly fake cheerful tone in her voice. 
“After abducting you and holding you captive here, for... how long?” 
“Hmm...” she tilted her head as if she was thinking, “Somewhere around two and a half months? I think just about... sixty-seven days?” 
“Ah,” Clay said, unsure how to respond. It was clear that she knew exactly how long she had been captive, and he could basically watch how she close herself off again, rebuilt whatever walls she had let down for him. She had let him see one of her most vulnerable spots, and he... didn’t know how to react. 
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if it looks like it kinda ended in the middle of nowhere... OneDrive decided to have server issues and it's past 12 am anyway, so
yeah
@bluecoolr @myers-meadow @immortal-velociraptor @kalid-raven @slaasherslut
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blog runner- @dreamblues
ah shit. another shuffle unit blog except it's from another shuffle au of mine
tags:
ic: tsukasa
ic: emu
ic: ichika
ic: shizuku
ic: alices of solitude
ooc: mun
ship: (insert ship here)
no emojis this time just -> - (insert character here)
notes:
ok where to begin with this. so some things are different in this au. wonder stage unfortunately closed long before main story stuff takes place. this has a major impact on emu's personality, her whimsiness basically toned down by a considerable amount. her whole arc is basically getting that Whimsy back
tsukasa did audition for pxl, but emu doesnt recruit him afterwards due to the fact wonder stage is. well. gone. so he fails the audition and tsukasa is frustrated as hell so he decides to start an independent musical theater troupe
first he brings in shizuku, who has just left cheerful*days and quit being an idol. tsukasa did it in the hopes of lifting up shizuku's spirits, and thus they began brainstorming ideas on how they wanna go abt making shows
the next person tsukasa brings in is ichika, who seems to hang around saki often enough for tsukasa to notice ichika's basically hiding in her own shell. so tsukasa assigns ichika as the main songwriter for their ✨musicals✨ and ichika is confused as hell but rolls with it
emu is the last person tsukasa brings into the troupe. this was something that happened by complete chance. emu literally just saw tsukasa practicing a song in public, got curious, and before she knows it she's suddenly involved bc she stayed to hear tsukasa ramble about his group's plan for their first musical over the span of an hour. bc she deeply misses doing theater, she joins, ichika suggests naming their group alices of solitude, tsukasa disapproves but everyone else agrees, and tsukasa reluctantly obliges and deems alices of solitude as the group's official name
their group becomes smth the equivalent of. starkid. they post musicals online and as their reputation grows they get to perform in bigger venues and stuff
so tsukasa's sekai right. so. surprisingly enough it's more spooky than how it is in canon. the reason i've come up with for that is basically to symbolize how tsukasa repressed his feelings so much that the terror and uncertainty he felt during saki's time in the hospital basically manifested into his sekai. idk how to accurately describe the spookiness so. imagine his sekai is really big and when everyone goes into sekai they always stop at the entrance of the theme park but the virtual singers warn everyone not to venture beyond a certain point bc if they do then. the spookiness actually gets worse and they could get caught up in the worst nightmare of their lives real fast
yea so dont be an ass dont be weird and please ask before you ship with any of the characters in my blog
OKAY i think thats everything uh. yea. alices of solitude my beloved
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ramblingaboutglee · 1 year
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As a non-Klaine fan I’m just curious, why do you think they work well together?
I think it depends on the season you're asking about - it feels like klaine never really have a set dynamic, and charting that course is part of what makes them interesting to me.
In season 2, realistically speaking the plot was "The only other gay kid they know that's not kinda a jerk," and it was a cute first love dynamic, but half the drama in S2 was the fact they didn't really know one another at all. It's not, at that point, the bedrock of any long-lasting relationship.
So for me, it's interesting to see how they shift? Like, honestly to begin with, they seem to like the idea of the other more than the reality. Which, it happens - you've got Blaine trying to be more mature and wise than he actually is, Kurt clearly buying it, etc. Then Blaine's uncertainties rear their head in a way no one's ready for, and they have a lot of adjustments to make. And then, four/five years later, they're married.
So that development, honestly, is a compelling one to me.
I've rambled about this before - when it comes to Glee, I feel like most of the early-season ships were never viewed by the writers as epic love stories for the ages, but rather as temporary relationships that would likely end with graduation. From that perspective, there are kind of two iterations of Klaine to talk about. Pre S4's break-up, and post.
Before, they were a mess. Neither of them knew how a relationship really worked, both of them struggled to act sensibly, both of them could be dumbasses at points, and honestly it's generally endearing - they're navigating unfamiliar waters, with the extra dose of queerness thrown in meaning they're much more on their own. I think it's a good journey for both of them individually, though Klaine was more a vehicle for the two of them than something with its own life.
(In-show anyway. Hard to deny the real life impact)
Then we have the break-up, and ooh I really want to ramble that episode at some point. The short version is, for Klaine, Blaine switched schools for Kurt, Kurt graduated, and he's left alone without most of his old friends. he's isolated, Kurt's distracted and struggling to relate while dealing with adult life drama, Blaine messes up. (Which, I am so curious to figure out the fandom view of that. I have one friend who mentioned she thought it was OoC because she viewed Blaine as someone who needed an emotional connection, while to me he'd always seemed more sexual, so idk. I think Glee definitely runs into fanon taking on a life of its own which makes untangling everything trickier)
If we fast forward to when Klaine end up together again, it makes for an interesting contrast. By that point, Kurt is much more sure of who he is, and presumably Blaine is as well, if to a lesser degree. They always had a vague 'first crush' thing, but for me it is this point where Klaine start being a relationship that functions well as, like, a relationship as opposed to just mutual character growth. They chafe, a ghost of their old 'Sometimes they, Blaine especially, focus on an idea and misses the reality' (which is suchhh a throughline to so many people on Glee) but they're much better at working through it.
Even then, it's not perfect, but even what we see of the break-up seems to be handled much better by them compared to S4.
And then there's the terrifying Sue robot. Ah, Glee.
All that to say - for me, Kurt and Blaine individually are good characters. Kurt, the quieter gay kid growing in confidence over years, and Blaine the optimist and daydreamer who sometimes spirals out when things inevitably don't go to plan. Kurt makes for an interesting counterpoint - to begin with, he's the one who almost looks up to Blaine, only to find out that most of Blaine's confidence is an act. It's a relationship where they both draw one another into unexpected territory, good and bad, and have to work out how to navigate it. If nothing else, Klaine is something that pushes both of them forwards.
I don't necessarily view it as the be-all and end-all of ships, I don't think it's the most compelling dynamic in the show, nor necessarily the sweetest - though they do have cute moments - but it's a relationship that helps draw out two characters, and gets rooted in surprisingly grounded drama of two people in a relationships learning to, well, share space. Especially in late S5, that serves to play off of Blaine's tendency to romanticise, and then Kurt's inherent defensiveness, so they end up as a ship that definitely have things to overcome. But then, that is part of what can make a dynamic interesting.
No idea if I put my view well but hey, you ask this blog a question and you get a ramble I guess.
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gungambled · 4 years
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   [ hi everyone!
just a quick update post! i haven’t been around much because i haven’t been mentally well. being stuck at home in my situation (although my situation is not bad) really messed with me and my motivation for doing anything. i stopped doing therapy, and the inability to find a job ate at me. but!! i finally took steps towards getting better in the last few weeks. i started therapy again, and i finally saw a psychiatrist again and this time i’m taking my new antidepressants every day unlike last time.
the last week has been spent mostly sleeping while i get used to it -- but today? i feel great! so i’m about to attempt jumping into replies and make the attempt to be more active here again. thank you so much for sticking with me so far! you’re all amazing and i’ve missed ya’ll. ]
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germvity · 3 years
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RISES THE MOON
leon s kennedy x reader // 2 // the home away from home
leon regenerated before you, and he started looking for you in the tree line. eventually catching sight of you, the two of you made eye contact, but you didn't come to the campsite. instead, you ran off in another direction, and leon had to follow you into the fog.
genre: angst, attempted fluff
tags: leon tries to help you, touch starved reader, cuddling, nightmares, jill may be ooc- idk how to write her in this situation tbh 😭
warnings: nightmares, ptsd themes, mentions of bullying, violence and death
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leon peeked into the small shack you inhabited in the woods. you had decorated it how you like and was quite cozy. you seemed busy, digging through your belongings that you kept in a chest. gently, the blonde knocks on your doorframe and you jump with a gasp, spinning around to see your fellow survivor. "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." leon smiles sheepishly. "did anyone see you?!" you ask desperately, worry filling your eyes. "no, they were busy at the campsite." the cop furrows his brows, shuffling from foot to foot. "can i come in?" leon asks, keeping his voice soft. "i guess.." you mumble, remembering how desperate he was to help you. "nice place." his comment makes you a little flustered, and you look away bashfully. "thanks." you reply, sitting back down and continuing to sort supplies into med-kits and toolboxes.
leon sits behind you and crosses his legs, watching you carefully, something that made you grow nervous. "you have so much stuff." the blonde chuckles, hoping to ease your anxiety. "yeah... i used to hoard stuff for the other survivors before everything went bad." you shrug, "i see. perhaps we could help each other then." leon smiles, grabbing one of your med-kits to help. you let out a soft oh, glancing at the blonde on your right to carefully watch him. "hm?" he looks back at you and you fluster more, looking away. leon laughs a little, continuing to organise the kit how you were doing it. "you don't have to be so shy. i don't understand what's going on here yet, but i can keep you safe." leon says softly, glancing over at you again as he zips up the med kit. your lack of response makes the man nervous, and he gently rests his hand on your arm, hating how you flinch.
"i'll keep you safe, no matter what happens here. i'll help you and anyone else if they need it." leon's smile stumps you and you feel like crying. "you shouldn't even be here... if they find us then god knows what they'll do.." you whisper, putting your supplies away. "if who finds you?" leon asks, rubbing your arm softly. "them! all of them... anyone out there." you shudder, pulling your arm away as you move away slightly. "hey.. no one will hurt you, okay? i'll keep you safe. it's my duty, you have my word." he smiles sadly, pulling you against his chest to hug you. your breath catches in your throat, and you tense up. "it's okay. i'm gonna keep you safe." leon assures you, coddling your much smaller, malnourished form against his chest. you whimper softly, tears welling up in your eyes as you try to wiggle away from his burning touch. "it's okay.." leon soothes you, his fingers wiping away any tears.
eventually, you relax, clinging to his police vest with a few soft sobs. "is it really this bad?" leon whispers, his heart hurting for you. "yes..!" you cry, letting him hold you tightly. "hey, i have an idea." leon admits, and you hum softly, wet face staring up at him. "i can be your bodyguard so to speak, and my friend jill can keep you safe if i'm ever away." he smiles, seemingly happy with his suggestion. "i don't want anyone else getting hurt though.." letting out a small breath, you let his calloused, warm hand rest on your cheek, wiping away any tears. "we'll keep you safe and we have professional training in self defence. you shouldn't worry your pretty head." leon smiles at you, and you can't help but circle your arms around his waist to hold him closer. "thank you..." you whisper over and over again, a mantra that makes leon feel saddened for you.
"get some rest, you look like you need it." leon hushes your grateful rambling, and you fall silent as you huddle impossibly closer yet your eyes glance up at him for confirmation. "go on, i'll be here when you wake up. i'll keep you safe." the blonde assures you, and moves with you so he could bundle you up in your actually comfy cot. when the cop goes to sit down somewhere else, you sit up suddenly and catch his wrist. "don't go..." you beg, trying to pull him back to you. "please... please don't go..!" leon acts quickly as your breathing picks up. "okay, okay. i'll sit with you instead of on the floor." the officer smiles, heading back towards your bed.
when leon sits down, you can't help but try to press yourself under his arm so he would cuddle you. laughing at your attempt to slip under his arm like a needy kitten, leon wraps his arm around you securely. "you don't need my permission for this, y'know?" leon smiles, finding cute how you warmed up to his affection, however he couldn't help but also worry at your naivety to any positive touches. the officer felt like he had to protect you from any harms way, that he should hide you from the horrors of this world. but alas, all of it was out of his control and that was infuriating. "get some sleep." you hear leon whisper as he pulls your half asleep form up onto his lap and cuddles you against his chest. only humming in response, you eventually drift off and leon lets out a small sigh. "i'll keep you safe. i have to... it's my job!" leon speaks, despite knowing you can't technically hear him. "i have to make sure nothing happens to you whether it kills me or not. you're too precious." the blonde continues to monologue, before his own tiredness from a days worth of trials starts to get to him and he drifts off as well.
leon's brows furrow at the small noises that wake him up. he raises his head, neck aching from slouching over in and resting his head on you subconsciously. "y/n..?" he mumbles, becoming more awake when he realises your discomfort. you shuffle in his lap, distressed noises still falling from your lips. "hey, hey hey! it's okay, it's alright." leon shakes your shoulder softly, trying to be gentle with you. "y/n!" he calls a bit louder, finally jerking you awake with a startled inhale. you yelp and fall away from him, scrambling back with a wild look in your upset eyes. "don't hurt me! please don't hurt me!" you beg, keeping your hazy, tear-filled, sleepy eyes locked onto the figure in front of you. "hey, it's just me! it's leon, remember?" leon responds with a soft voice, slowly approaching you as if you were a wild animal. "leon..?" you whimper, blinking a few times and realising that it was in fact the blonde who looked deathly worried.
the man stretches out his arms for you, and you quickly rush for his comfort. you almost knock the poor cop over as you wrap your arms around his torso tightly. "it's okay, i've got you." leon lets out a small breath, rubbing your back as you cry against his uniform. "make it go away..! just make it all stop!" you cry loudly, hands gripping the back of the bullet proof vest leon adorned. "you're safe with me, i promise." leon offers instead, and you continue to shake with each desperate sob. "you poor thing... i'm not going to let anything get you anymore." leon sounds more sure of himself as you slowly calm in his warm embrace.
"please don't leave me alone." you whimper, feeling tired from crying. "i'm not going anywhere, okay? i'll stay with you for as long as i can." the blonde smiled, his fingers coming up to gently brush over your damp cheek. "i'm making it my duty to protect you whilst we try to figure a way out, okay? i'll keep you safe." you let out a sigh at his words. "thank you..." you whisper and the blonde laughs. "you shouldn't be thanking me." leon smiles, raising your head by your chin with his forefinger and thumb so he could look at you properly. you can't help but glance at his lips as he smiles at you, the air becoming more thick woth tension.
"there you are! jesus what the hell's happening in here?" a new, female voice that you didn't recognise chimed in, and the two of you jumped away from each other. "jill! thank god, are you alright?" leon smiles at the woman, and you follow him when he gets up to greet her. "i'm fine. who's this?" jill smiles at you softly. the aura around her was strong yet oddly comforting to you. "this is y/n. i'm going to be protecting them." leon declares to his friend. jill rolls her eyes. "he has quite the hero complex, doesn't he?" she jokes, whispering loudly as if leon couldn't hear her. you don't really respond, shuffling behind your new friend. "jill..." leon sighs, "don't worry, she's also here to help." you look at leon with uncertainty, and he smiles at you.
"sorry, didn't mean to be overbearing. i don't really know what else to do right now as it seems you're quite stressed. i'm jill valentine." the pretty woman extends her hand for you to shake, but you fully hide behind leon at her gesture. "be careful, they show signs of ptsd." leon scolds, and you feel a sense of comfort wash over your heavy mind. "oh! sorry... i'm still yet to find out what's going on here." jill laughs sheepishly, retracting her hand. "y/n, it's okay. jill's trustworthy." leon soothes you by taking his hand in yours, slowly coaxing you out to greet the woman.
"hello." jill smiles, now keeping her actions and tone soft to ensure she won't scare you. "hi..." you mumble, grabbing leon's wrist with your other hand for any sense of security. leon smiles, and looks back at jill. "jeez, they've really warmed up to you, huh?" jill jokes, and you're quick to jump to leon's defence. "he helps me!" you snap, but shrink back once you realise your outburst. leon rubs the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly, and you relax slightly, but not fully. "it's alright. i didn't mean anything by it." jill raises her hands in faux surrender. "sorry..." leon says for you, as you seemed to have regressed to silence. "it's completely fine. nothing i haven't seen or dealt with before. i've got thick skin." jill smiles at you, and you feel your lungs deflate with relief that she isn't mad at you.
"come sit down, jill. we'll explain." leon gestures to the cot as you rest your head on his bicep. "sure." jill shrugs, following the two of you in, and settling down on the other end of the makeshift bed. when leon sits with his back against the wall, you curl up into his side, still uncertain of jill's company as the blonde speaks to her about what he's gathered so far.
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saplingdraws · 3 years
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listen i just love essek a lot ok. and it has nothing to do with his aesthetic or attractiveness, or his potential shippability. i couldn't care any less about that. it's because he was so lonely and so devoid of even the barest notion of love/affection that he had nothing but his curiosity to guide him, and it led him to some evil and fucked up shit. it's because he was so deeply affected by the mighty nein's trust and friendship that he felt guilt and uncertainty for the first time. it's because he's so loyal to them for literally no reason besides their friendship. and most of all it's because he has at least the potential for redemption.
and i respect the cast of the show, it's their game and their characters, i would never hate on them for any character choices. but i'll admit that i'm just... tired... of the reactions toward essek. it's hypocritical, yes, considering some of their pasts and some of their choices/choices they were and are willing to make. and i get that's also the point, that the m9 are nuanced and flawed as well and are hypocrites sometimes. i'm not faulting them for that. like i said, i'm just... tired. and when they welcomed essek to their group before the hiatus and told him that they could work together to build back that trust and see what happened, it felt genuine. it was said ooc to be genuine, and is now revealed as false. again, that's fine! opinions change ooc and ic! but i'll admit that i hate it and i'll admit that it greatly disappoints me.
i just feel as though matt has built up this interesting and dynamic character, and the m9 have influenced him so deeply and profoundly, and there's so much potential there! i want to see the slow, painful struggle of acknowledgement and redemption and accountability. i want to see that whole road, and how it runs parallel at many points to the m9's journey. i want to see that foil come to full fruition and i'm now beginning to come to terms with the fact that it won't. this campaign won't last too much longer, and with the state things are in right now between them, there's almost no way they could achieve a satisfying and understandable character redemption arc that involves the m9 deepening their bond with essek.
anyway, i'm just rambling! because it makes me sad. because (although i'm not evil or a criminal lol) i relate to essek a lot and completely relate to that loneliness and that desperation for affection that you don't even realize until it's found, and then sometimes lost again. and i've lost it so many times that i feel so sad to see him lose it as well. whether it's deserved or not.
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tvrningout-a · 9 months
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is it 1 am? yeah but i found a fc for chiyo's mom so don't worry about the time asdf
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dweetwise · 4 years
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Picture with me. Mt Ormond Legion gets the map. They see what they think is a new cosmetic of like a fur coat. They go to taunt. An actual bear rears up and looks at them. Legion bolts and does not want to be injured by a grizzly. Lets survivors know from out of stabbing distance of the bear.
[bless u anon for feeding my dbd crack needs. you didn’t say which legion you wanted so have some rat boy frank!]
swearing ahead! also ooc but what else is new lol
Frank VS bear: ficlet/crack
Seeing the mist fade as he’s teleported into a trial, the familiar chilly mountain air seeps though Frank’s mask. He spins his knife and hums in content, glancing around at the grounds of the ski lodge he knows like the back of his hand.
“Fuck yeah, home advantage,” Frank grins to himself, starting the trek through the thin layer of snow towards the far side of the map where his annoying little survivor prey usually spawn.
He cuts through a jungle gym, slowing down once he spots something through the window. Is that a fucking fur jacket? Frank suppresses a snicker while imagining which of the survivor pricks the new outfit belongs to. Maybe bird boy wanted to look even more like a caveman? Or the sleazy gambler thought it’d go well with his trashy fucking sequin pants?
He doesn’t get any answers, as the person doesn’t seem to be moving, just crouching a ways off from the window trying to hide. He knows his heartbeat range is tiny, courtesy of the Doc’s teachings, so maybe the fucker has spine chill? Frank sidesteps the wall, walking backwards around the corner so as not to alert the skittish survivor.
“Hey fuckface, the 50′s called--” Frank taunts, finally turning around and raising his knife, ready to surprise the living shit out of--
Frank’s grin drops as he comes face to face with a fucking bear holy fucking shit! The bear growls before standing up on its hind legs and roaring--
Frank nearly shits his pants and scurries through the window in a frenzy, dropping his weapon while fumbling through the opening in a panic. He bolts out of the jungle gym, sprinting towards the other side of the map as fast as his legs will carry him.
His heart is pounding in his ears and he has no idea if the bear is following him. Frank braves a glance over his shoulder and-- “Shit!” --trips over some inconveniently placed rubble, landing flat on his face in the snow with his mask falling off from the impact and sliding away on the icy ground. Fuck! Fuck! Frank looks up, frantically trying to spot the animal chasing him, but ends up freezing from mortification instead.
Not even five feet to his side, three survivors are crouching beside a generator, having stopped dead in their repairs to stare at him with varying levels of disbelief. For a few painful seconds Frank just awkwardly stares back at the familiar faces of fellow Ormondian Jeff, that tired bitch, Quentin, and wannabe Oprah--Jane? The silence is uncomfortable as nobody moves a muscle, the only sound being the slow putter from the generator.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quentin, the little shit, finally bursts out and actually doubles over from laughter beside the machine. Frank feels his rage flare up and fuck that bitch is getting stabbed-- “Hey kid, you alright?” Jeff offers and approaches Frank, extending a hand to help the other up. Frank snaps out of it and springs to his feet, reminded of the impending doom of the bear chasing him. “Bear! BEAR!!!” Frank yells, grabbing the bearded man by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “Stop insulting him, you homophobic piece of--” Jane starts angrily, forcefully yanking Frank off of the artist. “No you dumb bitch, an actual grizzly! It almost fucking ate me!” Frank explains in panic, slapping at the woman’s arm until she lets him go. “What the heck are you on about??” Jane demands, rubbing at her arm where Frank landed a decent punch. “He’s probably tripping,” Quentin deadpans, having recovered from his laughing fit and now back on the generator. “You know, on more than his own feet,” he adds, snickering. “Shut the fuck up Smith--” ”Where did you see the bear?” Jeff asks with a serious tone, placing a calming hand on Frank’s shoulder. Frank recoils away from the touch in disgust. ”On the other side of the lodge, near... I think by the snow cannon,” Frank explains, wracking his panicked brain for information. ”Would you show me?” Jeff asks. ”Hell no! I ain’t getting eaten!” Frank protests angrily. ”Like it'd want your skinny ass anyway,” Quentin quips. Frank whips around, ready to throw fists, when Jeff fucking touches him again ugh-- ”We’ll try to spot it from the lodge balcony where it’s safe,” Jeff explains, reassuring hand on Franks bicep and shooting a warning look Quentin’s way. ”Jeff why are you humoring him? Surely it’s a trap,” Jane demands, hands on her hips and giving Frank the stink eye. ”Can’t you see how scared he is?” Jeff argues. ”I’m not fucking scared--” Frank starts, blood boiling and face heating up in embarrassment. “You guys work on the gens on this side while we check it out,” Jeff again interrupts his tantrum, leading Frank to the lodge with a strong grip on his arm. Frank doesn’t protest (much), kind of glad to be rid of the two bitches by the gen.
He follows Jeff to the second floor of the lodge, and soon they’re looking around for the bear from the balcony. Frank spots it, almost at the exact same location as before, frantically pulling at Jeff’s sleeve and pointing at the animal.
“Holy shit,” Jeff says, astonished. “Why did the entity put a bear here?” “I don’t fucking know! What the fuck are we gonna do?? I can’t kill you or the bear, I dropped my knife earlier!" Frank rambles angrily. “I don’t think you’re supposed to kill anything,” Jeff says, thoughtful. “You know, there’s only three of us in the trial today.” Before Frank has an opportunity to demand what the fuck Jeff is on about, the man says something that makes his blood run cold: ”I think the bear is the killer. And you’re... a survivor.” “Bull-fucking-shit I’m a pussy survivor!” Frank protests angrily. “And even if I was--which I’m not... why?” “Entity parenting?” Jeff suggests. “It’s probably sick of you being a brat.” “I fucking hate you,” Frank says, giving his dirtiest glare. “The second I get my knife back--” “Sure kid,” Jeff says and has the audacity to smile. “Now let’s go find the others.”
They find Quentin and Jane on a different generator than before. Jeff explains the situation, causing Quentin to, predictably, burst out in laughter.
“It’s not fucking funny--” Frank hisses. “Oh my god I’m so done with this entity bullshit,” Jane sighs tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What am I even supposed to do!?” Frank demands, crossing his arms and staring at the trio with barely concealed hatred. “You’re supposed to help us out with wholesome magical teamwork!” Quentin beams, clearly getting off on his misery. “Or y’know, get mauled to death by the grizzly. Your choice.” “Quentin, stop picking a fight and show Frank how to fix the gen. Me and Jane will handle the ones that are closer to the bear,” Jeff decides. “Fuck no I ain’t staying with this cunt!” Frank exclaims, mortified. “Works for me,” Quentin shrugs, ignoring Frank and merely offering a wave as Jeff and Jane take off.
After Frank reluctantly listens to Quentin’s half-assed instructions and crouches down to touch the generator in disgust, the annoying teen thankfully shuts up. For a while Frank tries his best to stay focused on the machine, his leg jumping in pent-up energy as his thoughts flutter between the threat of the bear, his rage for the entity’s stunt, the uncertainty of what’s to come after this trial--
“Motherfucker!” Frank curses at the machine as it explodes under his hands. “You know,” Quentin says absently, not even acknowledging his failure. “You should ditch the fugly mask more often. Makes you almost tolerable to look at,” he challenges with a smirk. “Maybe you should have it, fuck knows you need it more with a mug like that,” Frank shoots back without missing a beat, ducking behind the generator to hide a grin. His foot stops twitching and he realizes it’s much easier to focus when he has someone to banter with.
Later, when the stupid generators are done and there’s no sign of the bear, they regroup with Jeff and Jane (ugh) in an already opened exit. Frank grimaces as Jeff tries to give him some cringy heartfelt compliment, before flipping Jane off when the woman tries to start an apology. Jane huffs in annoyance while Jeff merely chuckles, leading Jane into the exit, both of them disappearing into the void.
“I wonder what’s gonna happen once you get out,” Quentin muses, leaning against the gate panel and not seeming in any hurry to leave. “You think this was a one-off?” “I sure fucking hope so,” Frank mutters, not eager to repeat this dumb practical joke of the entity. “You didn’t actually do terrible today, rat boy,” Quentin quips with a grin. “Says the raccoon,” Frank mutters, turning away as he feels his neck heating up from a single half-assed compliment. Where’s his fucking mask when you need it?? “Eh, raccoons are kinda cute. I’ll take it,” Quentin says, thankfully ignoring his embarrassment. “More like stinky and a pain in the ass.” ”None of those are mutually exclusive,” Quentin jokes, before looking back into the snowy map in thought. “Going back for your mask still?” he asks, with barely concealed... worry? ”Nah, Susie’ll make another,” Frank remarks, ignoring the other’s sudden interest in his well-being. “Maybe you should do this more often,” Quentin says. “Get rid of the mask and, y’know, stabbing. Might even make some friends.” “I don’t need friends,” Frank scoffs. He has his Legion, why would he want to play family with the survivors?
Quentin--smirks?--which is definitely not the reaction Frank was anticipating. Frank suddenly realizes he’s been standing way too close to Quentin for acceptable bro-range and the other is looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Frank feels his face heat up and an insult dies on his tongue. Quentin opens his mouth to say something, but seems to notice something behind Frank as his eyes go comically wide.
“FUCK, THE BEAR!!” Quentin yells and Frank bearly has time to turn around to see the massive animal come barreling towards them before Quentin is pulling on his jacket, making them both stumble and nearly trip over each other as they fall into the safety of the exit gate threshold.
[is frank a) a bi disaster b) terrible at making friends or c) all of the above? also where do i sign to let jeff adopt legion]
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aethersmoke-and-ash · 4 years
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LFRP - Milloux Allard
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✦ The Basics ––– –
Age: Late 20′s
Birthday: She remains unsure of the exact date - but celebrates yearly when the Moonfire fireworks begins.
Race: Duskwight Elezen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: bisexual
Server: Balmung
✦ Physical Appearance ––– –
Hair: Long, nearly waist-length hair, naturally a deep aubergine color. Highlights change frequently, often favoring dusty pastels or bold saturated hues. Often pulled back into a high ponytail or loose braid for ease.
Eyes:  A bright – almost unnaturally so – magenta with flecks of paler pinks.
Height: Fairly short for an elezen - just under six fulms. This is likely due, in part, to stress and malnourishment during her formative years.
Build: Fit, but softer. Her features have lost some sharpness over the past few years; maturity, regular meals and a lifestyle resembling some form of stability has caused her to fill out a little.
Distinguishing Marks: A faded scar bisecting the bridge of her nose - from forehead to just under the corner of her right eye. A full sleeve of tattoos on each arm, depicting floral motif, mythical creatures, and protective sigils.(When not glamoured away for the sake of propriety- which is frequently the case these days) Freckled cheeks and shoulders - a consequence of ashen-colored skin being exposed to more sunlight than is probably advised for a duskwight.  A series of four jagged parallel scars on her right side/hip; all very old and faded.
Common Accessories: Various hoops and other ear adornments - often sporting a pair of silver ear cuffs. Will accessorize with various bits and baubles, but seems largely unconcerned with excessive adornment.
✦ Personality ––– –
At once earnest and enigmatic, Milloux can be difficult to pin down, and seems to prefer it that way. Her voice, low and pleasant enough, carries the distinct cadence of Limsan salt, though practice seems to have softened it a great deal. Make no mistake, she can still weave a tapestry of profanity fine enough to make a sailor blush... at least in the right company. Those that take the time to get to know her find there is a tempest of emotion underneath the wry humor and composure. A woman fiercely protective of those she has come to call her own and those she seeks to aid, and yet undeniably fragile - someone that has built up high walls to keep the soft parts of her psyche and heart safe from harm.
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✦ Personal ––– –
Profession: Former freelance mark-hunter and bodyguard. Absolutely not seeking to help others in a more proactive sense, securing wayward & harmful artifacts, or hunting down dangerous individuals.
Hobbies: This is something she’s still figuring out! Free time has never been something she’s had a surfeit of, though she’s taken to teaching herself how to play the guitar…and knitting. (The latter will be denied vehemently or claim is solely to help her focus and meditate)
Languages: Common
Residence: A rambling ramshackle manor she is slowly restoring on Vylbrand’s coast or her quarters at the Mercier Estate in Ishgard.
Birthplace: A long collapsed cave-network deep in the Shroud that may or may not have had access into Gelmorra.
Religion: She remembers little of the religion of her birth - ancient rituals forgotten by most.  Loosely follows the Navigator, asking occasionally for her fair winds and favor, more recently looking towards the Fury for guidance, after initial hesitance for the halonic faith.
Patron Deity: Nophica
Fears: Abandonment, loss of control, suffocation, being restrained or confined, paralysis.
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✦ Relationships ––– -
Spouse: None currently – Divorced.
Children: None.
Parents: Sidoni (mother; presumed deceased, surname unknown) , Toussaint Allard* (father; whereabouts unknown.) *Allard is an assumed name. Both Milloux and her older brother are unaware that their father made this change upon relocation to Gridania, and are unaware of their true surname.
Siblings: Jordain Allard (older brother)
Other Relatives: Unknown; very likely to have relatives still living among various isolated settlements and caves in the Shroud.
Pets: Matilda; a tiny sphynx kitten.
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✦ RP Hooks ––– –
Crossroads - Milloux has found herself  staring down uncertainty and an unknown path after the sudden closure of the Ashen Enclave and the seizure of the Clinic by Ul'dahn interest and authority after a series of unexplained aetheric anomalies on the grounds.   She is still reeling from the ordeal, the carefully composed mask of Advocate and Lady peeled away enough to reveal someone unsure of her next steps, of redefining herself after turns of devoting herself wholly to helping others; burying herself within her role, and the responsibilities she's shouldered.  That she was perhaps drowning under the weight of it all, even before then, is something she has been slow to acknowledge. Where there has always been a quiet melancholy about her, there's now a morose edge, tangled within fatalist and reckless inclinations -- no longer tempered by her need to be responsible for the sake of the Enclave, and those who looked to her for guidance. What she seeks now, she isn't certain. A new purpose, distractions, people to help...or even a greater sense of self underneath all of the personas she has attempted to wear and define herself by for the sake of others.  Maybe she just needs trouble, a strong drink, and a sparring partner. It's difficult to say, really.
✧   A full list of hooks & more info about Milloux can be found at:  http://milloux.carrd.co ✧
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✦ What I’m looking for ––––
Connections of all sorts! Plots to jump into and help with!
Milloux has worn many masks over the course of her relatively short life, and has likely made as many friends as enemies. I imagine an entire rogue’s gallery in her past - with room for all sorts of characters and interactions - the drama of such characters coming back into her life would be a lot of fun - both as ally or adversary! Maybe both... If your character needs help with a problem, or a drinking buddy from their past with seemingly deep pockets and what appears to be an uncanny influx of good luck, she might be your gal. 
I am looking, in particular, for those with knowledge of thaumaturgy and black magic. Milloux has some connections to the darker arts, and I have been looking for colleagues, rivals, and adversaries in this vein.  Folks to research, delve into mysteries, poke at dangerous artifacts...
If Mill isn’t your cup of tea, I have a whole bunch of other characters as well! (I’ll be making individual posts for them soon)
✦ OOC info ––––
Hi! I’m Dani~ I’ve been RPing for a really long time now! As in, started back on AOL, long time ago. I’m a really laid back and patient RP partner, and I prefer the folks I write with to be the same. I’m a tired lady in her 30′s with a trio of cats.
Due to work obligations, evenings (EST) work best for me for in-game RP!  I do enjoy Discord RP as well, especially for more personal and character-focused scenes.
Darker plots are as welcome as slice-of-life scenes. I value communication with those I am writing with, in order to make sure we stay on the same page and nothing gets thrown at me entirely out of the blue. Please know that, in general, while I’m not opposed to spicier rp or romantic plots, I don’t like to set out with just those aims in mind, and prefer things to develop organically, and then only after I’ve gotten comfortable with an RP partner.
✦ Contact Information  ––– –
Ingame - ‘Milloux Allard’ , Discord: snarksonomy#1313
@balmungrp​ , @crystalxivrp​, @mooglemeet​, @ffxiv-crystal-rp​
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zombiequincy · 4 years
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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.
First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all had witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.
MUN NAME: Hela     AGE: 21       CONTACT: IM
CHARACTER(S): Giselle Gewelle, Yumichika Ayasegawa (inactive)
CURRENT FANDOM(S): Bleach
BLEACH FANDOM(S) YOU HAVE AN AU FOR:  I have gory Bloodborne au but that one just exists in my head on my lonesome.
MY LANGUAGE(S): English and one very specific Middle Eastern dialect.
THEMES I’M INTERESTED IN FOR RP: FANTASY / Science fiction / Horror / WESTERN / ROMANCE / Thriller / MYSTERY / DYSTOPIA / ADVENTURE / MODERN / Erotic / Crime / MYTHOLOGY / Classic / HISTORY / RENAISSANCE / MEDIEVAL / Ancient / WAR / FAMILY / POLITICS / RELIGION / SCHOOL / ADULTHOOD / CHILDHOOD / APOCALYPTIC / GODS / Sport / MUSIC / Science / FIGHTS / ANGST / Smut / DRAMA / etc. 
PREFERRED THREAD LENGTH: one-liner / 1 para / 2 PARA / 3+ / NOVELLA.
ASKS CAN BE SEND BY: MUTUALS / NON-MUTUALS / PERSONALS / ANONS.
CAN ASKS BE CONTINUED?:   YES / NO    only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO.
PREFERRED THREAD TYPE: CRACK / casual nothing too deep / SERIOUS / DEEP AS HECK. (i love it all sorry I am quite the mixed bag lmao)
IS REALISM / RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR YOU IN CERTAIN THEMES?:   YES / NO. i gotta know what certain human body parts taste like u know
ARE YOU ATM OPEN FOR NEW PLOTS?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.
DO YOU HANDLE YOUR DRAFT / ASK - COUNT WELL?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. it’s SO BAD FOR ME RN ASGLDKJDJKA i’m very inconsistent i’m so sorry.
HOW LONG DO YOU USUALLY TAKE TO REPLY?: 24H / 1 WEEK / 2 WEEKS / 3+ / months / years. / a lot of it has more to do w my general writing mood and if the thread im writing catches my interest, and rn im writing a TON of really wonderful and fascinating threads so they’re all super captivating for me and i try to reply asap
I’M OKAY WITH INTERACTING: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / MY FANDOM / CROSSOVERS / MULTI-MUSES / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYALS / AU-VERSIONS.
DO YOU POST MORE IC OR OOC?: IC / OOC. (i have a lot of stupid shit sorry) 
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH FOLLOWING OTHERS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.  
BEST WAYS TO APPROACH YOU FOR RP/PLOTTING: just send me a tumblr instant message, i know it sucks shit but im not comfy releasing my discord w everyone just yet cause i use it for personal use as well. i check tumblr on the daily so if you send me a message chances are i’ll see it and respond!
WHAT EXPECTATIONS DO YOU HOLD TOWARDS YOUR PLOTTING PARTNER:  i guess just be able to put up with my rambling and stopping and starting, a lot of characterisation choices i do go through various stages and its pretty messy so when i communicate that with others it usually ends up equally messy. just be patient with me please.
WHEN YOU NOTICE THE PLOTTING IS RATHER ONE-SIDED, WHAT DO YOU DO?:  i don’t mind! sometimes ppl have more ideas that they want to share first and i’m always super happy to listen to those ideas !! sometimes its nice to have someone with a clear guide or structure and be able to work around that rather than trying to fumble through a plot together.
HOW DO YOU USUALLY PLOT WITH OTHERS, DO YOU GIVE INPUT OR LEAVE MOST WORK TOWARDS YOUR PARTNER?:  i try to map out some basic info abt their characters that i otherwise don’t know from their bio or verses and try to pick out points of confrontation or similarities to expand on with giselle that can be used as points for like a starter to happen. its either that or sometimes i have really stupid ideas i just toss out there like ‘LMAO THEYRE BREAKING SHIT AT DISNEYLAND’ and go buck wild from there if the other person is down. i also always try to warn people or get a gauge for what subjects to avoid and steer clear of considering that giselle is a bit of a Freak(tm) and will say and do bad things.
WHEN A PARTNER DROPS THE THREAD, DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: if there’s something giselle did or said that upset you, i would love to know not to repeat it again (since i do still feel pretty new to the rp game, theres still plenty of time for me to make stupid mistakes). if its just a general lack of interest or uncertainty of where the plot should go, then you dont have to tell me i wont take it personally i promise ! 
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO DROP A THREAD?: sometimes i can be made uncomfortable by certain things mentioned... it happens but its rare 
- WILL YOU TELL YOUR PARTNER?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. i don’t want to upset anyone personally and sometimes explaining the ins and outs of my discomfort make things ten times worse so i just. would rather not.
IS COMMUNICATION IN THE RPC IMPORTANT TO YOU? YES / NO.
- AND WHY?: i am the most nervous person you can meet and my brain is always giving me misinfo abt paranoia and random shit so i having clear concrete communication between two parties abt if something is going wrong or is being received poorly means the world to me.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH ABSOLUTE HONESTY, EVEN IF IT MAY MEANS HEARING SOMETHING NEGA1TIVE ABOUT YOU AND/OR PORTRAYAL?: i need it !! i still feel relatively new to all this and i need to know whats going wrong to improve !! 
DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SUCH SITUATION IN A MATURE WAY? YES / NO.
WHY DO YOU RP AGAIN, IS THERE A GOAL?: to help with my confidence in writing! i have v bad anxiety when it comes to sharing my works and i write a lot of other pieces alongside this blog on ao3 and i want to develop my writing skills just in general. when it comes to like the nuts and bolts of why i rp giselle specifically, its mainly to just have fun and have a laugh w my friends who are really awesome quincy writers
WISHLIST, BE IT PLOTS OR SCENARIOS:  OH SO MANY! ive managed to fulfil a lot of my wishlist threads with like, giselle talking to characters she’s already zombified and i love all that angst but i want to do more stupid shit. i want to make it my personal goal to bully every quincy man and woman on sight. although a REAL dream would be if i got to write a thread zombifying a character who managed to escape giselle’s clutches. and more fighting! i want to get better at describing action and fights and i love to write giselle getting beat up and beating people up! more more more!! 
THEMES I WON’T EVER RP / EXPLORE:   hohoho theres a LOT... uh r*pe/dubcon threads for one, even if yeah i know writing it doesnt condone it, it makes me intensely uncomfortable to put my muse in that scenario, i feel like i have an obligation to like, protect her from that shit you know? racism is one i don’t want to transgress, even though i’m a poc, its not really cathartic or groundbreaking to write abt racism in threads its just... really fucking upsetting. also i know the quincy’s have this very close parallel to the whole n*zi imagery and ideology thing going on and i am not about to start even daring to thread that into my writing or bring those allusions and references of real life tragedies into giselle’s threads. i’ve already talked at length abt exploring giselles trans identity in rp and why im not comfortable doing so, so.... yeah! all those i guess.
WHAT TYPE OF STARTERS DO YOU PREFER / DISLIKE, CAN’T WORK WITH?: i like starters where giselle can just immediately get right into being a piece of shit. mise en scene and all that! cut out the build up and just get to the intense horror !! i don’t like starters where its not immediately clear where the characters are standing and what they’re doing and what’s happening around them. those really disorientate me and leave me kinda floundering because i always need some allusion or mention of a setting to ground giselle in a time and place other wise i cant tell what her response should be
WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE MOST?:  EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN. also just characters i can wholeheartedly clown on, or also characters who have hidden depths to them and have a single panel of screentime. honestly it’s just all over the place!
WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE LEAST?:  angry old men GSADJDKSJA i could never rp yhwach for example or yamamoto because idk. theyre just so crummy and boring to me. i also couldnt rp characters who always have an upper hand in battle like aizen. i like my dumbasses and i like them stupid and adaptive not just, ‘yes i know this because i Know this.’
WHAT ARE YOUR STRONG ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: i think im nice...? FKSJDKDJSA idk i hate trying to toot my own horn. sometimes i also think i make funny jokes and im pretty chill and laid back
WHAT ARE YOUR WEAK ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: my writing style is inconsistent and adapts to whatever i’m reading so sometimes it’ll be really good and i love it and other times it reads like really bad fanfic and i get carried away far too easily and write novella lengths for threads which should be much shorter. i also get shy a lot and dont think i communicate very effectively but HEYO we’re working on it!
DO YOU RP SMUT?:  YES / NO/ DEPENDS. haven’t had anybody brave enough to try yet lol
DO YOU PREFER TO GO INTO DETAIL?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH BLACK CURTAIN?: YES / NO.
- WHEN DO YOU RP SMUT? MORE OUT OF FUN OR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?: more for fun i’d imagine because that’s just giselles own attitude to sex and relationships where she doesnt want anything deep. it might show character development in one way of just showing how she regards others in a romantic sense to be used rather than actually appreciated as their own person and show how selfish she is but yeah, more out of fun
- ANYTHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RP THERE?:  theres a few kinks and such but i dont think they’d ever really come up. again, just mainly no r*pe/dubcon.
ARE SHIPS IMPORTANT TO YOU?:   YES / NO lets hope this doesn’t make me sound like an asshole, but its more like a fun little side thing than anything important to giselle’s actual development and characterisation. 
WOULD YOU SAY YOUR BLOG IS SHIP-FOCUSED?: YES / NO. again, hardly anyone is brave enough to try to romance this evil cannibal.
DO YOU USE READ MORE?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES WHEN I WRITE LONG STUFF.
ARE YOU:  MULTI-SHIP / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  MULTIVERSE / Singleverse.
- WHAT DO YOU LOVE TO EXPLORE THE MOST IN YOUR SHIPS?: more how giselle likes to give over her power or dominate in different circumstances depending on who she’s with and what’s being done. BUT AGAIN, not a whole lot to explore yet.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS?: YES / NO. - i mean im down for p much anything if it vibes w giselle.
► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.
- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOUR MUSE INTERESTING TOWARDS OTHERS, WHY SHOULD THEY RP WITH THIS PARTICULAR CHARACTER OF YOURS NOW, WHAT POSSIBLE PLOTS DO THEY OFFER?: if you want an evil woman to taunt and mock and hurt your muse, she’s your gal. you want her to zombify and ruin your muse, shes also your gal. you want her to insult and maim and injure, she’s also YOUR GAL. basically, if you want to do anything fucked up or sad or scary, she can help with that.
- WITH WHAT TYPE OF MUSES DO YOU USUALLY STRUGGLE TO RP WITH?:  uh muses who get really angry quickly or don’t rise or respond to her jabs and are just kinda like a flatline. theres only so much pestering and annoying she can do until realises its not working and just wanders off
- WHAT DO THEY DESIRE, IS THEIR GOAL?:  to find a goal worth living for.
- WHAT CATCHES THEIR INTEREST FIRST WHEN MEETING SOMEONE NEW?:  appearance she always takes an interest in girls almost right away. age as well because she judges old people. 
- WHAT DO THEY VALUE IN A PERSON?:  a good set of guts to ruin and strong muscles.
- WHAT THEMES DO THEY LIKE TALKING ABOUT?:  women, gore, murder, herself, music, stupid memes, gossip.
- WHICH THEMES BORE THEM?:  politics, history, quincy ideology, soul reaper ideology, hollow physiology.
- DID THEY EVER WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC?:  her family tried to force the burden of upholding the quincy lineage onto her shoulders, she was thrown into the wrong prison and held in isolation, then pressured to become an undying monster in service of a god and then was nearly killed by that same man and left wandering without guidance or purpose. so, yeah?
- WHAT COULD LEAD TO AN INSTANT KILL?:  transphobia. even a whiff of it in her direction and she’ll gut you like a fish.
- IS THERE SOMEONE /-THING THEY HATE?:  the twink soul reaper who outted her.
IS YOUR MUSE EASY TO APPROACH?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?:  if you’re smart, you’ll bring a big bone for her to chew on and distract her while you ask whatever you want.
SOMETHING YOU MAY STILL WANT TO POINT OUT ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: i love my evil queen!
CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥
Tagged by:  @bazzardburner​ cheers chicken boy !!
Tagging: @hyouketsu​ @blooming5th​ @viciousvizard​ @glacies-tempestatem​ and whoever else wishes to do this!!
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ritahanson · 5 years
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(Forgive the shitty graphic - this week went in a whole different direction than I thought it was gonna, and I didn’t have time to put something nicer looking together!!)
I already spoke recently about how important Groundhog Day is to me. This post is about Rita - and about you guys.
Today, August 16th 2019, marks three whole years of this blog! Sporadic though my activity on here has been of late, I don’t think a day has gone by in those three years where I haven’t written something relating to Rita, whether here or somewhere else.
Rita is so special to me, and has become more important to me over the last three years than I could have predicted. I wasn’t sure about writing her initially - it was @philconnors who persuaded me to start - because she was so different to the characters I’d written before. Now, I don’t know what I was worried about. She’s brilliant; beautiful and funny and clever and compassionate and complicated, and she’s so real in the musical that getting to explore her in more depth is a constant joy. I’m still learning new things about her, even now. I love her to pieces, and I don’t think that’ll ever change.
It’s no secret that sometimes I’ve struggled with a degree of uncertainty when it comes to my portrayal of her and my place in this community. But the way she’s been received - the way she’s still received, after all this time... Is honestly one of the nicest experiences I’ve ever had as a roleplayer.
I’m not gonna do a big ‘follow forever’ list or whatever, because I guarantee with the way my head is tonight I’ll miss too many names off by accident. Just know that if you’re reading this and we follow each other, regardless of whether we’ve interacted a lot, a little, or not at all, I love having you on my dash I love seeing your writing your headcanons, your interpretations of your respective characters, and your OOC chatter as well. Thank you for being wonderful, and I really hope I get the chance to interact with you all even more soon  ♥
And to my usual suspects, my-ride-or-dies, my partners in crime. I love you so much. I’ll never be able to explain how influential you’ve all been on me, on this blog, on why Rita is still so loud after so long. I could write small essays about each one of you, but I’ll leave it at this:
Alix  ( @truthlie ),  Zo  ( @99centspells ),  Kitty  ( @altarshine​​ ),  Felix  ( @rainbowsongs​​ ),  M  ( @frequencyfound​​ ), and  Rebecca  ( @philconnors​ ). Thank you all for putting up with me. Thank you for the rants and ramblings on T.witter, the hilarious streams, the plotting and headcanons, and the endless joy you all (and your muses) bring me. Thank you for ensuring that I have this little group of the most intelligent, funny, kind, supportive people only a message away from me should I need them. Whether we get to see each other in person often, sometimes, or haven’t managed to do that yet know that I am always in your corner, and will always strive to show you all the same love and support you show me. I’ll always be grateful to Rita, and to Groundhog Day, for being the reason why we all know each other (well, aside from the two of you who’ve been stuck with me for even longer than just the past three years!). I love you so much  ♥
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