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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

#THIS!!!#So this!!!#When I return or IF I return here #I WILL be working on what I have muse for

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Just leaving this here.

#Youtube

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Popping in off my hiatus to say in regards to the second season of Ragnarok… NO Loki did not give birth to the Midgard serpent (he fathered it with Angrboda) NO he was not a god… NO on whatever other crap they’re trying to imply… YES he was Odins blood brother…. YES he was jotun And theories say he was half something else via Laufeys origin… NO he wasn’t evil or the devil…

#Behind the tattered grin [ O O C ]

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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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Apologies to anyone waiting on anything… I guess this might be a little PSA that I’m on a temporary hiatus until I can get my head back in the game of writing this trash pile. If needed I’m still on Disc*rd… this isn’t goodbye or anything I just need some time away to fix my brain and find my muse

#behind the tattered grin { o o c }

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Paul Bettany as Will Emerson Margin Call (2011) dir. J.C. Chandor

#the man with the tattered smile { l o k i }

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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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TFW you get sucked back into a fandom and it’s like a breath of fresh fuckin air! I’d say I’m sorry for just being inactive here but honestly I’m not. I’ve been enjoying playing ffxv on my switch and rekindled my love for the series.

#behind the tattered grin { o o c }#forgot how happy these games made me

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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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Gonna be unfollowing and soft blocking a lot of folks... I don’t see the point in having followers that don’t have interest in doing anything... I might move to a mutuals only when I decide to return here

#behind the tattered grin { o o c }

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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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Status update here.... So i’ve been dealing with stuff irl and my mental health has taken a huge dump so I’ll only be answering things I have muse for when I have muse for them. So it would be appreciated if ya’ll could please understand I’m not ‘ghosting’ anyone I just have not been doing well lately.

Not that those of you who follow me write with me but for those that do I thought it only common courtesy to give you waiting a heads up.

#behind the tattered grin { o o c }

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You know what’s pathetic and really sad and really fucking irritating ... when someone you loathe basically steals from your main mutuals AU verse even down to the specific details and images for their “verse” like wow bitch wow you realized you’re garbage so you now have to steal from our stuff that we’ve been writing longer??? Gtfo stop stalking us and gtfo my blog...

#behind the tattered grin { o o c }#fuckin std of the rpc can’t even come up with her own original shit #she gotta steal from my partners ideas now???#sad and pathetic bitch #like no one was gonna tell me about that shit #thank you though you wonderful anonymous person I hate plagiarism

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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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Dear tumblr filter you missed some trash that’s on my dash do I gotta reblock and refilter them??

Also to everyone waiting on a reply from me.... I apologize mental health has deteriorated to the point where I just feel overwhelmed so for now I think I’m going to focus on what I feel like replying to...

#behind the tattered grin { o o c }

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Reblog this post if you are part of the American Gods RPC. Please list whether you are canon, oc or verse as well as if you are single muse or multi muse and you will be added to the list! If you do not follow the instructions listed, you will not be added to the list.

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#Loki/Mr. World #Verse #single muse #canon

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tatteredsmiles · 3 years

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He nodded as she seemed to grasp the concept of the word.

“Yeah, yeah like it just tastes awful. Makes you sick sometimes smells bad”, he added as he drove.

He snorted when she spoke again. He talked funny? He thought she talked just as funny but then he’d heard years of solitude would do that to someone. He only wondered if she had grasped the knowledge of speech before she had run from wherever she’d been.

“Oh yeah you think I talk funny? Look at yourself”, he teased as he continued driving.

He kept his eyes upon the road while scanning for somewhere suitable to settle for the night. The silence was a bit welcomed as he’d still had yet to process what had just transpired and he didn’t think she’d make much of a conversationalist at the moment.

When she’d pointed off the road to a copse of trees he pulled over and looked. It looked thick enough to hide the truck and if they were lucky enough they’d find something edible either in the undergrowth or in the trees and where there were trees growing he had a feeling fresh water was either nearby or underground.

“Yeah looks as good a place as any”, he said as he pulled the truck off the road and over the bumpy uneven terrain. It was a bit away from the main road and while it was safer that way Loki felt uneasy should they have to make a quick escape he didn’t want to blow a tire or get stuck.

He back the truck as far into the trees as he dared to go before putting it in park and turning it off. He sighed and ran a hand over his face as he looked over at her.

“Well what now?”, he asked her as he looked over at her.

Sigyn shook her head. ‘ Spoil ’ wasn’t a term she was familiar with, as food had never been on hand long enough in her compound to go bad, nor had anything she caught or found and kept out in the world. Everything was usually consumed within a few days, tops. The crease of her brow deepened and her nose crinkled as she listened to his explanation. She was able to pick up the meaning from context, only truly understanding half of what he’d said.

❛ Like when the taste is bad? ❜ She tilted her head, fixing her quizzical gaze on him for confirmation.

Once she knew she was on the right track, she pulled a face — such that one might make after taking a swig of soured milk — and added, for emphasis, ❛ Like. . . ‘ eugh! ’. Yes? ❜

She nodded, indicating she had a clearer concept of this new word, ‘ spoil ’. That she had experienced a few times before, having gotten sick after eating something from a can that tasted. . . not quite right. At least now she knew there was a more distinct word for it, aside from simply ‘ bad ’.

Filing her recently gained knowledge away in the recesses of her mind, she turned to her travel companion and couldn’t help but shake her head, laughing lightly as she observed, ❛ You talk funny. ❜ After a beat, she added, ❛ But I like it. ❜

With another soft chuckle, Sigyn pulled her gaze from him and returned to scanning the landscape before them. There wasn’t much to look at — just the dirty, dusty road and barren lands for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. Sitting there staring off, she found herself relaxing. Her nerves calmed significantly, coming down from the heightened state she’d been in during the intense skirmish earlier.

Pressing her forehead against the window, she sighed quietly. There was something about him — something she couldn’t quite explain, or even grasp quite yet. He seemed different, though not exactly in the way that she was different, but different nonetheless. Perhaps that was why Sigyn felt a little less guarded around him. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she felt safe with him, but she certainly wasn’t as wary as she typically was with other people. It was strange, and left her somewhat confused.

They drove for a short while longer, and Sigyn began searching in earnest for suitable shelter. Spotting what appeared to be a small copse of trees in the distance, she pointed and voiced questioningly, ❛ There? ❜

#avalthollr #v: it’s the end of the world as we know it { p o s t • a p o c a l y p s e }

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He watched her silently as she had seemed to marvel upon the decor of the room. To him it was simply his place of sleep or reading but perhaps to her it was far more opulent than what she was used to. He found it somewhat endearing that she found wonder in such place.

When she had turned to answer him he’d let out a breath of relief not even realizing that he had been holding it in. What was it about her that made him so self conscious of his every move. He was almost afraid of her or to offend her in any manner. He gave a nod as he looked away slightly, a flush creeping upon his cheeks.

Had he truly just invited her to share his bed? To share his inner most sanctum with her? He tilted his head when she’d mentioned comfort. Had he been so foolish as to not realize her discomfort the night before? The fool! He’d forgotten to see to it that the mattress had been turned or fluffed before they’d even returned.

His mouth opened and closed a few times as he searched for words to apologize for such a mistake.

“I.... if.... if our night together had been.... had been of discomfort I apologize. It had not crossed my mind that the... the mattress or bed for that matter was uncomfortable... I... I usually sleep here and rarely have guests”, he stammered running a hand through his hair.

It was evident that she perhaps too felt a bit embarrassed or uncomfortable and for that he was the least bit grateful for. The way she seemed to smooth her skirts and smile at him had somehow made him feel somewhat less ashamed. He wondered what witchcraft this young woman had to make him feel such feelings. It both made him worry and eased him at the same time.

Husband. There was that word again that made him feel as if she merely were here out of duty to her family than of her own real accord. His jaw clenched slightly at the sound of it and the very thought that perhaps he was a fool in thinking she truly wanted to be around him. But it was something in those wide blue eyes of hers that seemed to tell him otherwise despite what his own mind thought.

“Loki, its Loki. You needn’t call me husband”, he said quietly as he looked at her now. She wasn’t a servant, she needn’t dress him, he had others to aid him in such, though he rather do it himself at times. Yet it seemed that she expressed a wish to do so and he only wondered what would happen should he slip from this clothing in front of her. Would they truly dress and leave for town?

Love is Eternal || closed.

#avalthollr #t: love is eternal #v: evil is a point of view ( v a m p i r e • a u )

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