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hello, kayk here!
i reacted very poorly to the situation and i apologize. i’ve been taking time off from this blog to work on my wip book and i’ve calmed down.
i do want a fresh start though, with refreshed muses and different focuses, so if you still want to interact with me i’ll be found at my old url here! @contractee!
i apologize if i worried or freaked out any of you and i hope to see you there! i’ll be trying to start up interactions tomorrow!
PSA; I just want to point something out here. Tumblr Role Play has turned into a very toxic place. It seems now a days a lot of amazing writers are being passed up and ignored simply for the fact that they either; Don’t have some fancy theme, use extreme formatting or make fancy graphics. I’ve seen it time and time again. So this here is my promise to all other people who come across this blog; I WILL NEVER JUDGE YOU BY YOUR THEME OR HOW YOUR WRITE. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR FORMATTING OR WHETHER OR NOT YOU CAN MAKE A GRAPHIC. IF YOU CAN WRITE THEN I’M GOING TO WRITE WITH YOU.
I think it’s time tumblr needs to change and for those rpers to stop being over looked. You are missing out on some amazing writing if you judge someone by their theme or formatting. Truth is some of those people who have all those fancy things either A; Never rp or hardly rp and B; Can’t write very well at all.
Tumblr has become a popularity contest and it’s sickening. This whole “popular blog” trend really needs to stop and people need to stop being judged by their theme and formatting.
Stop over looking people for the little things and give everyone and equal chance to show you just how amazing they really can be.
semi-hiatus notice!
i’m really sorry for being so inactive... my depression has gotten a lot worse and i’m trying to focus on school, plus i don’t have the motivation to go on here all too often...
my art is also in a hugeass rut, so that’s another problem and i’m altogether just. stressed
thank you to those who’ve stayed. <3 i promise i’ll come back once i’m on my feet and feeling up to writing!
♔ ᵃ ᵛᶤʳᵗᵘᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᶤᵍᶰᶳ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃᶰ ᶤʳᵒᶰ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᶳᶳᶤᵒᶰᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ
“Did you yourself not just call her a human a moment ago?”
That comment caused Humilitas to raise her voice above Bo’s for the moment, narrowing her eyes at the younger girl with a scowl. It may have been a good time to be a bit sassy, but since Bo was supplying more than enough sass, she figured it wouldn’t be the best thing to do at that point in time.
“Bo, this is why you Sins never learn. Arguably the Virtues do not not either, but my point is that the old Envy is gone, with Lila appointed in his place. She had been chosen for this position, and she willingly agreed to aid us and was comfortable with her decision. Maybe you should treat her like a demon and not like an abomination of a creature, who is neither human nor demon. I clearly spelled out the conditions to her; please do not go around spreading false words about how this is unfair to her. Her jealousy will consume her, much like pride will eventually absorb you, and Greed will absorb Lazlo. It is an endless process, and no one can stop it. Do not intervene with fate and His path for everyone.”
The apology meant nothing to the blonde. Humilitas simply narrowed her eyes at the other before turning away from her, crossing her arms, and scowling.
“... Fine. Apology accepted.”
Bo was about to leave without another word when Humilitas mocked her -- or, as she saw it. Her shoulders went rigid, her lips pursed so tightly that she felt as if they would burst. With a quiet snarl, she spun on her heel and stalked back to Humilitas. The peace that the two counterparts had once had was long gone, and Bo had no intentions of calling it back.
“She was a child, Humilitas. I know she’s a demon. I’m a demon.” She didn’t understand why this was so hard for Humility to grasp. Yes, Lila would have to -- in harsher terms -- deal with it, for the sake of her kingdom. But all Bo wanted was for someone to realize the pressure on Lila. It frustrated Bo to no end to be helpless in anything.
The Virtues themselves had nothing to worry about. Their people were good by default. The Sins, on the other hand, would always have a group of demons with the same flaws as their leader. They would be surrounded by their Sin. Bo had no problem with this; her pride was never wavering. But Humilitas was right. All Sins were consumed by their sin.
"It’s easy for you to talk about Lila’s consequences. You’ve never once had to deal with them. You Virtues reign over kingdoms of rainbows and sunshine.”
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❖: What is the attitude and appearance that your muse presents in public? How does this differ from the attitude they have in private, when they are alone?
Aures is very positive and childlike when in public. Regardless of his surroundings, he keeps an innocent air. He loves getting in debates about his favorite things, and he appears to believe the best of everybody. He is always smiling and never shows negative emotion if he can help it.
In private, he mopes. He still keeps that optimism, but his emotions fly all over the place. He experiences extreme sadness where he’ll just curl up, extreme anger, and etc when he’s in safe surroundings. His main emotion seems to be anger, mainly at himself. He also is pretty suspicious of strangers.
Axel was glad he didn’t have to answer the others question. Yes, he was a by but, that shouldn’t matter. Should it? He hoped not. Especially when he went to pay for this. If he got it. Looking down at his body, he wondered if what the other said was true. Did his figure work well with it? He only liked it cause it looked cute and it believed it would look cute on him too. He wanted to try it on now but, it would be awkward for him if he did. Especially since someone else was around now.
“Does my figure actually work with it? I didn’t think that far.”
She nodded, watching him out of the corner of her eye. “Definitely.”
Adjusting the strap of her bag, she sighed and stepped back to study the outfit. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Screw her curiosity. Cursing under her breath, she fumbled for her wallet and quickly counted out the rest of her money. There was just enough.
“I could buy two,” she thought aloud.
With at least one person, huh?
Dark tresses of a boy he’d once known brush the ends of his mind, leaving a fine, sickly sweet dust in their wake. It’s almost nauseating – what if he was his LONE connection?
( Was it even a ‘connection’ to begin with? Or was he just tired of being alone? )
❛ Y’think so? – I guess it’s a nice thought… ❜
But a link in this world for someone like Nicolai?
Not likely.
“Yeah, I really think so! I mean, even really evil people have sidekicks and friends. And who’s to say those people are actually evil, y’know?”
Hazel-colored optimism stayed bright, fixing itself on Nicolai. Aures didn’t know why this boy seemed so down, but Aures wanted to at least cheer him up before he went home.
Otherwise, it would bother him. Did that reason make him selfish?
Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse.
◎: What is your muse’s most prized mundane possession? Why do they value it so much? ★: What is your muse’s idea of perfect happiness? ☩: Your muse is doing some intense spring cleaning. What is easy for them to throw out, and what is difficult for them to part with? ♠: What’s the worst thing your muse has done to someone they loved? ♢: In what situation would your muse feel most out of their comfort zone? ♣: What’s your muse’s biggest cause of stress or anxiety? ✚: What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement your muse can conceive? What makes it so frightening? ✔: What did your muse want to be when they were a child? Did they go on to do this and if so, was it everything that they hoped it would be? Or has this desire changed since, and why? ❖: What is the attitude and appearance that your muse presents in public? How does this differ from the attitude they have in private, when they are alone? ✿: Which one act in your muse’s past are they most ashamed of? Which one act in their past are they most proud of? ➜: What sort of things does your muse keep in their pockets on any given day? ￭: If one of your muse’s friends was asked to describe them in a handful of words for a profile on a dating site, what would they say? ‽: Who or what, if anything, would your muse die for or otherwise go to extremes for? ▼: What would you find in your muse’s refrigerator right now? ♛: If your muse had to die, how would they like to go? And if they could come back as a person or animal, what would it be? ❸: Name three things your muse considers themselves to be very good at, and three things they consider themselves to be very bad at. ❦: If your muse was having a nightmare, what would be the worst one that they could suffer? ♫: What is one thing that your muse thinks they are talented at, but actually aren’t? ♞: Who was your muse’s idol when they were growing up? Who did they first fantasize about being like? ✱: What is your favourite ‘happily ever after’ for your muse? And what’s your most unconventional ‘ever after’ headcanon for them (happily or otherwise)? ✦: What is your muse’s fondest childhood memory? ♯: What would be the perfect gift for your muse? ❤: What is your muse’s perfect romantic date? ☮: When and where was your muse happiest? ☥: If events in your muse’s life had gone very differently to how they did, what would they have done with their life? What sort of occupation might they have chosen for themselves and would they, in your opinion, be happier than they are now? ☢: If your muse knew that they were going to die in 24 hours, name three things they would do in the time they had left. ☠: What is the one thing for which your muse would most like to be remembered after their death? ✎: Growing up, did your muse have a teacher or mentor figure? What was their relationship like? ✄: How does your muse perceive themselves, both internally and externally? How does this differ from how other people may see them? ✈: Was your muse popular as a child? Did they have many friends, and are they still in touch/still aware of what they are doing with their lives now? ♐: What is your muse particularly unskilled at? ☯: Who, if anyone, does your muse consider to be their best friend?
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Aures, sitting beside a woman on the bus stop, found himself thinking back to Her. It wasn’t the most pleasant topic, yet it lead back to his thinking about Greta, which in turn made him in a very sibling-positive mood. As the bus pulled up, brakes screeching, he couldn’t help but turn to the woman next to him out of curiosity.
“Hey, do you have a brother?”
@gozen5
Haruko must’ve tripped over every piece of rubble and stone in her way. She’d come to the town to look for ghosts, and low and behold, there one was! It was right near a rundown shop, and her face was twisted and mauled. That alone sent (good) shivers up the photographer’s spine.
Pitter after patter of her footsteps sounded, and then she threw her arms around the ghost before remembering that she was -- well, a ghost.
“Holy shit. Don’t tell me you’re some fancy dancy costume!”
@versebound
“...Mmm...” Aures snapped himself out of his trance, offering a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I spaced out. Can you repeat that?”
He’d asked the other to repeat themselves at least four times already. Aures wasn’t in the moment, nor was he good at concentrating today -- in fact, he almost couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about. Oops.
“What? No! Fuck that!! Give me your food now!! The food you have right now! I fucking see it, fuck you! I hate the taste of human!! I ain’t a liar!” she spat at the other, quite obviously refusing the offer. He wanted her to eat a human? Didn’t he know that human tasted like shit? She preferred shitty take-out over shitty human.
“I am a girl!! A girl!! Serena! Fuckin’ call me Serena, god damn it! Stop with the shitty nickname, you assfuck!!”
“AHA!! Yes! Argue!” he exclaimed, clapping his gloved hands together.
Briar looked positively delighted that she was shouting, and he raised his already-shout to a boom. But it seemed like she wouldn’t go along with his brilliant plan unless he fed her, so he sighed, taking one last reluctant bite before offering it to her.
“I am feeding you now. You must help me now that I am feeding you, Fish B-- Serena.”
His giving into her demands was definitely a one-off.
good nightttt
She wasn’t too impressed with the other’s laughter. What was so funny about having shoes on? And why was he shaking like a dog?
“I am a female,” she growled, hardly taking the other’s offer into consideration until a few moments passed. She would continue to have her harpoon at ready to stab him, even as she thought about the deal. It sounded sketchy as fuck, but she didn’t have much else to lose other than this tank.
“… Elaborate. I have already scared the human public. So, according to you, you should give me food because I’ve already done what you want. So,” she hissed, taking another close stab at him, “Give me the food!”
“I wish to do a DISORDERLY, UNPLANNED scaring of the human public! We will play disturbing music as you threaten to eat them all and eat a human dummy! And then I will take you, the chaotic Fish Boy, and give you a grand feast. But only if you do a remarkable amount of CHAOS!”
He’d made up the plan spontaneously, but he was pretty damn proud of it. Now all he needed was the Fish Boy’s approval. He’d prefer it if she’d stop stabbing at him, too, but those sorts of things couldn’t be helped. And the mere fact that he disliked it made him like it all the more.
“It is an extremely fair deal, Fish Boy! Kekeke, oh YES -- agree to it at once!”
Griffin let out a sigh, he blamed Percy. Then again, it was always Percy’s fault. That blue haired deviant must’ve had something against the android.
“Ah, I apologize for calling you out here then if there is no use fixing it.”
“Well, n-no solution that I can see, anyway. Tough luck, man.”
The android paused, head tilted. There was something off about the other’s voice. Something he couldn’t place his finger on, but his receptors latched onto. He might’ve been paranoid, but...
“Your voice sounds weird,” he commented. Then, “I m-mean, it sounds fine. Just weird.”
i have to go to bed soon, so i’ll do the starters i owe tomorrow!
@bloody-amnesiac liked for a starter!
Why had Null even decided to work at a bookstore? He wasn’t a reader, nor did he plan to be. And now some boy was asking him questions about a book he’d never even heard of.
“U-uh... I dunno. T-the cover kinda gives off an air of Ancient Gr-- Oh. D-damn, wait a sec. I know what it is now. It’s a t-twist on a myth where the protagonist dies instead of his fr-riend. He--” Oh.
Spoiler alert much.
