ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜɪᴇғ

vampire original character // highly selective & mutuals only

[atrcpa-blog]

My icons appear to be missing from Dropbox. But I redid my theme.

And now here I am.

[koreandramax]

[indieaesthetic]

[pastismyown]

“Makes one of us.” She grumbles, but still takes the hand offered. “I could never rob you of that opportunity. I’d be such a terrible person, wouldn’t I?” She grins, tugging one of Yun’s hands to rest on her shoulder, holding the other one in her hand. “Comfortable?”

[atrcpa-blog]

     “ You would be, you horrible woman. ”  She arches a brow as the other man takes her hands, one braced carefully on her shoulder. Don’t they need music for this?  “ Perfectly comfortable. What am I to do then? ”

[pastismyown]

“Mm, always do. I know everything, remember?” She chuckles quietly, keeping herself still and in the moment. Her mind isn’t anywhere dark; these kinds of conversations have been happening for years. “I warn you, I’m a terrible teacher.”

[atrcpa-blog]

     “ I have complete confidence in you. Come on. ”   She pushes herself to her feet and reaches for Natasha’s hand.   “ I haven’t had the chance to properly dance in a long time. You’re not going to  take this opportunity from me. ”

[bimberkeck]

[pastismyown]

“Assassins and dancers have similar body types. Similar muscles. Though I could bench press two and a half Buckys, which I doubt ballerinas could.” She smiles, closing her eyes in contentment. “Eh, wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened to me.”

[atrcpa-blog]

     “ I suppose you have a point. ”   She lays her forehead against the back of Natasha’s hair for a moment, eyes closed. There is no idle sympathy forecoming----she knows how much it grates on one’s nerves.   “ Then show me how to dance. ”

[pastismyown]

“All my dancing skills were implanted in my brain. And mostly ballet.” She hums quietly, fussing with a stray thread on her shirt. “I could show you some ballroom I learned for undercover work, though. The waltz isn’t so hard.”

[atrcpa-blog]

     “ You could have been a dancer. You have the build for it. ”   She leans forward slightly and offers a a small smile.   “ You trust me not to step on your feet? ”   Tying off the end, she smooths the bow out around the thick braid of red hair.

[atrcpa-blog]

          “ I used to dance when I was a child. ”   She's got bright red ribbon twined 'round her fingers, that she braids into Natasha's equally red hair.   " I was never very good. Unbalanced. I liked the music though. "

@pastismyown | LADY TIME

[atrcpa-blog]

Well I guess now that I’ve officially put Jack on hiatus I can start doing more shit here instead of trying to force my attention on a blog I have no muse for.

Anyway, this is a starter call for anyone who happens to be online.

[wolfxbrother]

⚒ || @atrcpa

          ❝Yun, If someone tried to attack me, I’d defend myself. I don’t go looking for fights, but if they can’t take no for an answer, I won’t roll over and let them have their way with me.❞

[atrcpa-blog]

          “ You mean you’re actually capable of fighting? Those muscles aren’t just for show? ”

[graveycrd]

“You know, they understand their purpose. And they don’t mind being used sometimes for things besides feeding bees,” he says as if he can read her mind.

Of course he knows how she feels about the flowers, how can he not? It’s silk flowers that she’s working into his curls now. The bright, shiny nylon kind that Martha Stewart types are mad about.

He’s leaning back like she’s the perfect sort of chair for him. His arms are on her thighs, elbows crooked at her hips and he tilts his chin back.

“Of course the bees hardly know the difference.”

[atrcpa-blog]

Thin fingers pause, for only a moment, as she delicately weaves the silk flowers in place. Only but a moment, and then she resumes as if he's said nothing.

          " ...I am aware. But even a creature              like myself can be sad over thought-              less waste of life. "

Nobody is an odd boy, but she is fond of him —which is more than she can say for most living creatures she encounters. Humans are silly things, and her own kind are over drama- tic about their lot in life. Bod she has no words to describe just yet.

She finishes with the last flower, drawing her fingers through his dark hair for a moment. 

          " What are you thinking about? "

[atrcpa-blog]

Tagged by: @wolfxbrother

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). Aside from that, please REPOST instead of reblogging.

Mordin Solus ( Mass Effect )

Thane Krios ( Mass Effect ) *

Alma Wade ( F.E.A.R. ) *

The Marquis de Carabas ( Neverwhere )

Joe Pitt ( The Joe Pitt Casebooks )

Faye Valentine ( Cowboy Bebop )

Adam Jensen ( Deus Ex )

Arthur Pendragon ( BBC Merlin )

Professor James Moriarty ( ACD/Sherlock Holmes ) *

Lara Croft ( Tomb Raider )

* denotes characters I’ve played before

Tagging: whoever wants to tbh

[atrcpa-blog]

ONCE there was a girl who clawed her way out of a tomb until there was no more dirt left in her lungs. just smoke and dried leaves and the words only the dead know. she braided life into her hair and called herself mother, the name meant for a creature capable of knowing how the moon feels to live full and swollen then die just a slip of what it once was——

            she kept the GRAVEYARD with her, though,                   in crescent slivers of dark earth packed                    under her nails. there was no cleaning                                   death away that EASILY.

[lifeinpoetry]

It does me no good; violence has changed me. My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.

Louise Glück, from “October,” Averno: Poems (via wolfxbrother)

[iigniter-ar-blog]

@atrcpa

His eyes are careful and attentive, he notices every detail when he wants to, is unafraid to be caught staring. “You fucking need something?” He’s got a job, part time and hardly worth shit, but it’s in a magic shop run by someone from his old coven, one of the few people willing to hire him and it’s mostly just because they’re afraid of him. But still. He’ll take the money.

[atrcpa-blog]

What a rude little pup, barking at her like that. In her experience they're quick to yelp and turn to heel when you pull their fangs out, but she's not necessarily feeling up for a fight right now. She would rather get in and get out soon.

          "Well I suppose it's too much to ask you to change your tone. I'm looking for something."

[poteryanoyarchived-blog]

     The gaze he turns to her is a mess, rapidly      deteriorating in to a shining eyes gaze, like      he’s going to cry. But he holds up the small      child, and he watches Clint babble, hands      reaching to latch on to Yun’s fingers.

          “I didn’t want to leave him there. Without            a home. A family.”

     James swallows, and looks away as he looks      at Clint, and then he looks towards the wall.

          “I’m not taking him back.”

[atrcpa-blog]

He’s certainly set on this, isn’t he? Yun has never seen the man so protective of anyone save for her--it’s endearing. She always thought he would be a good father.

Still, her solitary existence in the woods is be- ginning to get very crowded.

     “ ...Alright. Bring him inside. ”