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@apotomelimma
Hey you guys, I'm still pretty much on hiatus for the most part but you'll be able to find me on discord luckyghoul # 3317, but I'd love to catch up and try to RP every once in a while. My work got hit extra hard by corona so I'm a bit drained.
Drink the ’ respect female muses, ocs and older muses ’ juice or die by my blade .
REBLOG if you rp with people despite not having the same “style” as you.
IE: You format, they really don’t. You use eeny teeny micro icons, they use regular/larger sizes….You don’t use icons at ALL but they do, etc etc….This doesn’t mean you quit writing your way, you still do you, but you don’t discriminate because someone’s threads and blogs don’t “mirror your aes”
& BE HONEST!!!!!!
Please don’t reblog if you say you are cool with mixed replies, and really aren’t. This post is meant for >>>networking<<< with fellow rp’ers that DO mix and match.
Forget the bottle. Let your chaos explode.
independent selective yennefer of vengerberg. show and game canon based (book to come). 9+ years rp experience. est. january 2020.
conjured by marissa. rules/about/verses. template x psd x
*personals do not reblog*
“ when i die, i want to travel light. ”
original character multimuse with supernatural, mythology & sci-fi themes
para/multi-para/novella welcome
canon & oc friendly
( home. ) ( guide. ) ( muses. )
THE CURSE OF SLEEPING BEAUTY
𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 !
PRIV. IND. COMIC-BASED HELLBOY. / REVAMPED & WRITTEN BY CELIA
Hey ya'll it's help a v nice friend during not so usual fun times!
Here's a link to the Etsy story that's running !
Hey ya'll it's help a v nice friend during not so usual fun times!
Here's a link to the Etsy story that's running !
Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse
In moments like these Nicola wondered if Betty saw something in her that she didn’t see in herself. She never felt particularly tough, but it was like the other woman saw a certain strength in her and was determined to draw it out. Truthfully Betty made her feel safe which in turn gave her an endless well of inner strength.
She watches as the other woman sets up the machine. “Is kickboxing going to be our next date? I’m starting to think you picking activities that require a shower immediately after is very intentional,” she teases. She Once the machine is ready for her she begins to pull down on the bar looking to Betty to correct her form if needed.
betty smiles, flushing in the cheeks (although her sweat is really working for her in the highlight looking department). she giggles a little as she turns the knob and pulls it down with one hand before deciding that nicola can clearly handle a few more ounces, “you know, i think you’ve caught me.”
the coy tone in her voice carries to her face as she flirtatiously looks over her shoulder to bat dark lashes at the woman, “i just like seeing you struggle sometimes.” there is a flash of pink tongue over her lower lip as she winks and just like that, playful betty gets put away.
“i think this should be a good start,” she instructs as the blonde pats the bench invitingly.
“you straddle this guy, make sure you’re comfortable with your legs. make sure both knees are here—“ she pats the spongy surface of a bar that’s meant to restrict movement.
“My stitches,” the doctor replies, “are superb. My work is infallible. You will survive, though you must take it easy, lest you tear them wide open again with your gallivanting on rooftops.”
“Steinholtz,” Lambert cautions, “means to say that his work will hold if you’re smart about how much you move and what kinds of loads you try to carry for a week. Otherwise, you’re asking to end up in a world of hurt and with even worse scarring. Take it easy. Nobody will find you here, and if they do, we have a contingency plan. I didn’t pick this place as my own safehouse for no reason, after all…”
He’s not that stupid.
each statement is like a bludgeoning hit to the head. each one makes jaskier’s head sink lower in between his shoulders like a glum child who has been told they cannot do more than take their respite.
he huffed audiably.
“a room is no more than a cage,” he says under his breath. clearly, julian alfred pankratz despises being kept. sitting up straight (as straight as he can with the amount of pain that is beginning to shoot down his side), he only keeps a prolonged silence.
“fine,” he spits, unable to muster the proper venom, jaskier struggles with his own tiredness and he returns his hands to the sketch book and he opens it to another page. if only he had a quill and ink, he’d begin another portrait, but far more updated.
why yellow eyes?
“have you decided how much i’m indebted to you?” he asks them both as he takes his nail to the paper. it’s not as good, but it’ll keep him busy (and keep him from tearing his own fucking skin off if he doesn’t get fresh air soon).
The set up felt a little too good to be true. Gus had come to learn that was the case with most apartment listings online, but he needed a place to stay and soon. He had been crashing on couches of fellow comedians and he didn’t want it to start impacting his working relationships. He was starting to get more regular work, but the idea of laying down roots somewhere was foreign to him.
The moment he enters the coffee shop he starts looking for the Cubs hat and suddenly he’s thankful for his sister who is the only reason he knows anything about sports. Honestly Gus is anticipating being the first to arrive so he’s surprised when he sees Zedd a good fifteen minutes before their agreed meeting time.
“Hey,” he greets with a smile as he takes up the seat across from the other man. “Gus,” he introduces with a polite smile extending his hand to the other. “It’s cool to finally meet you for real.”
he’s nearly nose to nose with his phone until the new comer gladly invades his personal bubble of space (he does like lack of personal space it’s a flaw he’s starting to realize). like a hundred watt light, his smile flicks on and it’s up like he’s been waiting his whole life for just this exciting moment.
easily, zedd takes gus’ hand into his own to shake it firmly. his palms aren’t soft by any means. his fingers are lined with callouses from playing instruments and other more physical work. they also happen to be paralyzingly cold. just as quick as he extends the hand for the shake, he lets it go. his hands both get placed immediately between his thighs to resume warming them.
“i’m very happy to meet you. i thought i was gonna get catfished by that creepy old guy that keeps trying to move in with me.”
zedd is not joking. producers can be perverts.
on the table before him, he has a few forms. they’re not very serious looking. the top sheet appears to be some sort of questionaire. the first question is what is your zodiac sign. the musician likes to be throrough and would like to not have a libra for a roommate (although if the questions give nice answers he might reconsider his vendetta).
Semi hiatus notice; stuff got busy and work happened and officially 27 as two minutes from posting this. I also am sad to announce I'll be retiring my baby boy, remiel in honor of Chadwick boseman's death until i find another fc suited to him.
Reincarnation AU Prompt list
1. Do we know each other?
2. You don’t… Remember?
3. You look different.
4. Why is he/she calling you by a different name?
5. I’m not that person anymore.
6. Everything was different back then.
7. It’s over now, no need to have regrets.
8. I forgive you.
9. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
10. We’re getting a second chance.
11. You’re still the same as you used to be.
12. I can’t believe I found you.
13. Where have you been all this time?
14. I thought I’ll never see you again.
15. You changed your hairstyle.
16. What if we’re on different continents?
17. What if I never find him/her/them?
18. I promised to find you again, didn’t I?
19. I wish I never remembered.
20. I didn’t want you to remember.
21. It’s not my name anymore.
22. How do you know my name?
23. Who are you?
24. Why couldn’t we find each other earlier?
25. I’m never letting you go now.
26. I loved you then. I love you now. And I’ll always love you.
27. I will always find you.
28. I’ve been waiting all this time to find you.
29. I was born to fall in love with you again.
30. Why? We were supposed to find each other again and be happy!
31. Seeing you again is enough for me.
32. Even if I have to wait a hundred lifetimes to be with you, I will.
33. We meet again but you’re so much younger than me.
34. We meet again but we don’t speak the same language.
35. Did you have a nightmare?
36. Shh. You’re okay now. It’s over.
37. It’s not just me… is it?
38. I hated you back then but now I can’t stop thinking about you.
39. I never got to tell you how I felt back then.
40. Do you still feel the same way?
41. Why did you never tell me anything back then?
42. I thought you’ll never remember.
43. Why didn’t you tell me?
44. I had the right to know!
45. Is it because I look like him/her/them?
46. That’s the only reason you’re with me, right? Because of the resemblance?
47. You lied to me during all those years!
48. It hurts too much to be with you.
49. I found you again but you’re already married to someone else.
50. Why is fate so cruel to us?
51. I can’t be near you if I can’t have you.
52. One day I’ll come back for you. I promise.
53. One day, you’ll understand.
54. It was all my fault.
55. I remember you dying in my arms. I don’t want to go through that again.
56. I’ll do whatever it takes to be near you even if it makes me suffer.
57. I just want you to be happy.
58. Are you happy now?
59. I spent my life looking for him/her/them. I’m not giving up now.
60. You’re… a woman/man? (opposite gender)
61. I almost didn’t recognize you.
62. I find you but you’re already dead.
63. If we can’t be together in this life either, then I’ll wait for the next one.
64. I never lost hope.
65. I’ve seen you in my dreams.
66. Did you think I would run into your arms?
67. I could never forget about you.
68. Finding you has been my only purpose in life.
69. My memories of you are what kept me alive all those years.
70. I thought I was crazy.
71. You knew and you never tried to look for me?
72. Why did you pretend like you didn’t remember?
“What’s your part again?” The hunter eyes him warily before taking a step back. He’s thinking about dinner, and that alone is making him wonder what exactly he might get out of this. He’s grown used to his own meat, after all,
AIden still seems tired despite that precision kill.
“skin it while the champion cat languidly lounges like a panther and waits patiently for me to be done?” the fae offers, blue eyes bright as he makes the suggestion very easily in his usual cheery tone.
why does aiden always look so tired? he’ll be fine one moment, then the next it’ll spring on to his features (or rather creep into the features like an ominous fog). “unless you don’t want me to do that?” jaskier could very easily wander out and procure his own meal, however a meal shared is a meal spent forging a new friendship correct?
“Of course I would.”
A flirtatious smirk accompanied her words as she sauntered over to her. She placed a finger against his chest and let her hand walk its way beneath his chin. Drawing him, almost close enough to breathe in his scent, she whispered.
“You have all the coin.”
She freed him from her grasp.
the bard makes a precious squeak of a noise when she garners near him. his own little solider is just about to come to attention when she leaves him high and dry (not to mention chuckling). no where is there to be seen the sexual deviant from the night before. instead, it’s a light hearted prance after the good lady.
A few hours into their journey, Jaskier consults his map (even if he doesn’t need to). He splays it out as big as it’ll go as if he is a blind man. “Blavekin.” He hadn’t been to the village ever before. Geralt tended to avoid it for the greater good. No such thing, the witcher would remind him in a none to gentle tone.
“You know, it’s been about 80 years now since the white wolf was there,” he mused aloud to make conversation with Mrs. Vivienne.
