A Thousand Miles And Counting

Independent OC account. Willing to RP with anyone from any verse/fandom. No pics/gifs are mine unless stated. Some NSFW content. Will be under a Read More and/or tagged accordingly. I track the tag athousandmilesandcounting

[daemondaesed]

“Obviously I’m a gifted archer. You can’t spell archery without Cherry.” Especially if you can't spell archery.

[athousandmilesandcounting]

"Your logic....is flawless."

[grackle-bone]

Reblog if its OKAY for your muse to be mentioned in threads with other muses.

[ichigokurosakia]

[ open post / mutuals only. ]

❝ my sisters found out about the easter bunny years ago... but my dad still hides a basket full of candy in the washing machine every year. ❞

[athousandmilesandcounting]

"It's, like, super sweet that he still finds value in such simple gestures of connection, my guy. Sounds like top tier dadening right there."

[the-blackened-dove-archived-dea]

She rose from the bed a bit, propped up by her palms as the sleep left her. There was always such a comforting warmth in the air after a a good sleep.

"Better than I thought I'd be at least. The soreness in my shoulders has passed." Rooxy rolled her neck, a light popping sound moving with her joints.

[athousandmilesandcounting]

"Glad to know I make such an effective pillow." In contrast to her rise, he laid back and crossed his arms behind his head, still grinning and not at all eager to leave the bed just yet.

[thoughtkick]

“I’m a simple person who hides a thousand feelings behind the happiest smile.”

— Unknown

[athousandmilesandcounting]

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@the-blackened-dove​

It wasn't often Bayor chose to indulge in such simple affection, but it somehow with Dove it came easily. When at last she stirred, he found himself grinning wide as he looked down. “Not nearly enough. Have a good nap?”

[seesgood]

i love when people weave their headcanons for their muses into their threads. i love following someone for long enough that you can start to pinpoint their favorite aspects of their characters and see it reflected in all the little things they do. i love when people give their muses a color aesthetic and i love when they use it to make everything match or choose to highlight it in graphics and i love when sometimes they change it to another color that ALSO fits. i love the way that people use stylistic choices in their replies, everything from if they indent or not or if they’re using bold/italics/uppercase or not. i love the people who don’t even use small text or any formatting and have 3+ paragraph replies because you KNOW the writing is about to be fire. i love that every once in awhile you read a sentence or a blurb and it’s just SO FUCKING GOOD and then you remember that this is art! it’s talent! it’s growth! it’s style! it’s fun to make words into sentences that make other people feel things. i love affiliated blogs. i love when 2 people post headcanons that compliment one another and i love when 2 people post headcanons that contradict one another. i think we get caught up a lot in trying to make ourselves aesthetic or to stand out or to get more attention or we get worried about being good enough or we get caught in anxiety spirals because of constant streams of negativity or drama that it’s really easy to lose sight of all those cute little things that make this hobby enjoyable. there are a lot of cute little things about this hobby they make it enjoyable.

[agent-timross]

A note about shipping with me

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

[athousandmilesandcounting]

anarchyrpbook​:

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: stole off the dash tagging: you reading this, do it

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Cis

Race: Mixed White and Filipino

Complexion:

Height: 5′10″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Body is perpetually in peak physical condition. Covered in freckles.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Black Notes: Bayor doesn’t grow much body hair, and what he does have he tends to keep shaved.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Black Style: Shaggy. Usually reaches about the middle of his neck, but will sometimes let it grow to his shoulders before he bothers to cut it.

Eye color: Dark brown, pretty much black Details: Carries a sadness in his eyes, but also typically looks at people with a great warmth and care and sincerity.

Scars: His body is a tapestry of scars from all sorts of injuries he’s amassed over the years, but the most notable and easy to spot are his major burn scars that spread cross most of the left side of his torso and up onto his face, as well as two large gashes on his face; one angled from left cheekbone down to chin and one from right temple down to top of right eyebrow.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: Lots of vibrant colors for the tops while more muted yet complimentary pants and shoes.

Typical Clothing: Keeps his wardrobe loose and comfy, almost exclusively wears graphic tees as shirts; lots of hoodies, jeans, and canvas sneakers. He isn’t much bothered by extremes in temperature on either side of the spectrum, so his style doesn’t change much with the seasons. ‘On the job’, however, it’s the same plain, black jacket, pants, and shoes to maintain the silhouette motif.

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: A manifestation of the binding spell on him that makes his body a container for the twins demon locked inside him. Takes the form of a circle at the middle of his chest with chains sprouting from the left and right of it that spread across his chest and spiraling down his arms, stopping at the wrists.

Other Information:

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Typically walks around with a neutral expression if left alone, but lights up with a warm smile as soon as approached. Incredibly expressive and animated during interactions; practically a cartoon character.

Default Body Language: As with his face, very animated and expressive. Talks and reacts with his whole body.

General Movements:   Has a surprising level of fluidity and grace to his movements. Rarely trips over things, has a good spacial awareness even as flailing his arms about, etc. His walk has a steady rhythm, and he tends to keep a pretty brisk pace when alone but never fails to match anyone he’s with when there’s company.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Warmth tinged with melancholy. Unwavering sincerity. At times intense with his enthusiasm  

Appearance: Often somewhat disheveled (clothes are often wrinkled or don’t fit perfectly, hair isn’t super groomed or styled), but never dirty. He’s not concerned with being overly neat, but he’s always clean.

Scent: Sweet and fruity scents from his shampoo and/or body wash. If he’s recently used his powers, hints of sulfur.

Voice Description: Strong, low.

Accent: yes / no More information: Moderate Boston accent. It gets much thicker when he’s back home and around family, but in his travels he’s learned to keep it easy to understand for people.

Speech Mannerisms: Lots of ‘my dude’ and ‘my guy’ used at the end of sentences. Prone to suddenly being poetic or profound at disarming moments. Some times uses text abbreviations for phrases aloud (like saying t b h instead of to be honest). Pitch can dramatically rise and fall; is as animated as anything else about him. 

Anything else to add?

[memexng]

I want to talk to people.

Yes part of this site is about rping with one another, and making sure that our muses talk to one another and potentially grow closer (or try to rip one another apart, but some of us want that too). But I do not want to just have the rp and nothing else. To be able to talk to one another and talk theoretical about our muses, or talk about ships. 

Hell, being able to talk about anything at all helps. Some of us just like to talk to one another, while others of us genuinely feel like people don’t like us when there is general silence. We want to form relationships, and for some of us starting interactions is hard enough that trying to find the courage to talk to someone OOC separately is nearly impossible to find.

This is an open invitation to come and talk to us. Make people feel welcome. RPing is more fun with other people anyways.

[kingsmemes]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

[athousandmilesandcounting]

@the-blackened-dove​

continued from here (x)

There was a mix of emotions wafting from her, but the sorrow that even permeated her words was what grabbed his attention most. He admittedly wasn’t very familiar with local Gotham history, but not knowing it to be the place where Dracula died felt like a major oversight. Still, none of that mattered in the face of a friend opening up about their loss.

 “Was it....was it Batman?”

[athousandmilesandcounting]

starter call

[devilisln-moved]

      She usually set up around Central Park between midnight and three am, and while she was happy to serve anyone who stumbled upon her food truck, her real aim was to keep The City’s vigilantes well fed. Apparently she wore a different wig every night, perhaps to make it difficult to be IDed by cops. Particularly hardassed ones tended to consider anyone who protected or aided vigilantes accessories to their crimes. Matt secretly just thought she was stylish.

     As they approached, she greeted enthusiastically. She called him ‘D’ and asked who her friend was. Matt introduced them idly as he considered what he was in the mood for.

     “Bayor, Adria, he’s new in town. I’ve been giving him the local tour,” Matt quipped with a small chuckle at his own joke.

starter for @athousandmilesandcounting​​

[athousandmilesandcounting]

It felt like being granted access to a sacred place when ‘D’ said where they were headed, and when introductions were made Bayor bowed with reverence. “Honored to meet you, Adria. I hear you’re where the good guys get the good eats.”

[calicofae]

“being kind takes zero effort” Lies.

Being kind takes enormous effort. Being kind means humbling yourself- it means saying no to your pride- it means forgiving someone instantly- it means putting someone convenience over your own for some time- it means acting as if the universe doesn’t revolve around you. Being kind is hard. Being kind is not butterflies and sickly sweet, half-witted compliments. It’s work. It’s serving others. It’s being silent when you don’t want to. It’s being honest. It’s being gentle. It’s being true even if the other person disagrees. Being kind is one of the hardest things a person can do and we need more of it.

[athousandmilesandcounting]

daemondaes​:

    Cherry was, at her core, something of a skeptic, even after all the strange things she’d witnessed in her own life. It was just too easy to fudge the facts and obscure the truth. For her own peace of mind, it was more convenient to express doubt until forced to confront reality. Now, however, there was no mistaking the scene before her. Something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

    When it came to exorcisms, she was a novice at best, but that didn’t stop her from believing that she was capable of so much more. Beliefs, unfortunately, were not necessarily a reflection of reality. Cherry was in way over her head, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Whatever that monster could be categorized as, it was nothing her cursory glances through compendiums or vague half-memories pried from Nikita prepared her for. Still, at the end of the day, it was recognizably and reliably beastly—an obvious “bad guy.” The second figure that came into play, not even hesitating as he tackled the demon, was far more sinister simply because he was an unknown variable.

    His words rang out as an ally, but that didn’t mean much. There was every chance that she would be his next target after he did away with the larger threat. It seemed reasonable enough to her: scare off the predator, only to scoop up the prey yourself.

    “I had it under control!” The words slipped out before she could trap them. She scurried back, inch by inch, on wobbling legs. Something here was very wrong. At any moment, she expected to slip out of consciousness, perhaps wake up in a nearby park. It always seemed to happen whenever things went too far. Cherry was aware that in these heated moments, Nikita snatched the wheel whether she liked it or not, but even focusing her every thought was not enough to summon the demon to the driver’s seat. That could mean only one of two things: either this situation was not nearly as dangerous as Cherry perceived, or Nikita had forsaken her. In terms of self-preservation alone, the latter idea was completely nonsensical. So, Cherry took another stab at greeting her potential savior.

    “Who the hell are you?” 

     Close enough.

He tosses a few fireballs to keep the demon at a distance before he takes a moment to give the person he’s trying to save a once over.

What awaits his gaze is a cacophony of colors and emotions and indicators that are impressive in their number and scope, with fear and magical ability being a couple of the standouts for him. Even amongst the sea of information there was to sort through, one specific fact caught his attention most of all: he could see two auras in one body, which accounted for the abundance of stimuli. It wasn’t the first time he’d come across someone else with ‘roommates’, but he still considered it a mesmerizing rarity. So mesmerizing, in fact, that the enemy at hand was momentarily forgotten as Bayor turned to face her fully with a look of slack-jawed disbelief.

{[“Holy shit, you got a demon in you t-”]}

One moment was all the monster needed to return the favor for Bayor’s earlier sucker punch, sending him skidding back along the ground. He quickly recovered and flipped back to his feet with a shack of his head. {[“Shit; demon, right. Fight now, questions later!”]} He ran back in to engage, determined not to let the unexpected pair, or anyone else for that matter, get hurt.

[athousandmilesandcounting]

daemondaes​:

    “I know you’re just being nice, but I appreciate it. I do have a lotta personality.” She smacked her gum, then grinned. “Anyone with pink hair’s gotta be at least a hair above the norm, right?” Even if it was natural. Especially if it was natural. Again, not that he’d know. “Some might even say it’s too much personality. If they’re right, I wouldn’t mind trading maybe ten, fifteen percent in exchange for a couple inches, or even centimeters. Yeah, that’s what high heels are for, but they’re so impractical.”

“Never trade your awesomeness for mere physical alterations, my guy. There’s no such thing as too much personality, just people who can’t handle above a certain level of kickassery. I feel you about heels, though; they’re a band-aid on a bullet wound at best.”