DANGER, HIGH VOLTAGE!

semi-private, independent rp blog for luca balsa/"prisoner" from identity v . please read the about and rules before interacting.

[capacitances]

—— Though my body may be shackled, new ideas and creations are ever free.

I will never be your prisoner.

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oof yeah im gonna have to remake my account. reconfirming my email address did nothing and i’m unable to contact support about this either so that’s my last option hjgfhfgh... ;_; i’m so sorry for the inconvenience everyone i don’t know why this is happening to me but. i’ll remake soon and let you guys know when i move!

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okay so... i have an issue with tumblr it seems. i can’t send people asks or replies at all...?? i thought it was just because of people’s reply settings potentially being set to ‘only users who have been following for a week’, but i waited it out and i’m still having this problem. when i go to anyone’s ask page it says ‘sorry, this feature is not available yet.’ and when i try to reply to posts tumblr eats up my reply and doesnt send it at all. idk what to do since i really want to interact with people and im not sure what’s causing this, so i’m really sorry in advance and if anyone has any advice or solutions i’d really appreciate that ;;

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“It’s that time of year, huh? Gotta say, I think this is my favorite season! Falling leaves, cool breezes... and ya can’t forget pumpkin pie! We’ll get to eat some together, right?”

[capacitances--moved]

@etherealflora​ from Eli // “I’m worried about you.” // sentence starters (accepting)

Such a sincere declaration of concern comes at a surprise for the inventor. He was wounded, yes - but he thought he had done quite a good job of keeping the hunter occupied before they gave up on him to pursue someone else. He crouches in a safe spot, looking up at the seer before him.

“...You don’t need to worry about me,” Luca replies sincerely. “There’s lots more to be concerned about right now than how I’m holding up.”

His eye fixates on the ground beneath them in a rare display of timidity before he speaks again. “But thank you; I really appreciate it. Mind patching me up before we go find a cipher?”

[honeyboychangbin]

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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“That storm is beginning to scare me.”

“It’s not looking good. What happens if the power goes out?”

“It’s just a bit of rain, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Oh great. It’s raining.”

“I’m completely soaked!”

“I just love the rain!”

“What, are you going to melt if you get wet?”

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

“Good thing I brought an umbrella!”

“I’ve always loved thunderstorms.”

“I’ve always hated thunderstorms.”

“We’ll just have to wait here until it passes.”

“We should go out and make a snowman!”

“All I want to do is sit and watch the snow fall.”

“I hate snow.”

“I love snow!”

“I’m freezing!”

“I can see my breath.”

“Are you cold?”

“Do you want my scarf? You look cold.”

“We could be stuck in here for days thanks to this storm.”

“It’s too hot to do anything.”

“Please tell me you brought sunscreen.”

“I don’t need sunscreen, I’m fine.”

“You could fry an egg on the sidewalk.”

“It’s hot as hell out.”

“Oh you won’t need a jacket!”

“The weather is so beautiful today.”

“It’s perfect outside, let’s go for a walk.”

“C’mon, let’s go get some air.”

“I’ve always loved autumn weather.”

“Finally, the leaves are starting to turn.”

“Bring a jacket, it’s chilly out today!”

“I told you that you should’ve brought a jacket.”

[redhorizon]

                        ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ʀᴏʟʟ    ＇ＦＩＲＳＴ  ＯＦＦＩＣＥＲ＇ｆｒｏｍ  ＩＤＥＮＴＩＴＹ  Ｖ．                                                                𝖨𝗇𝖽.        𝖲𝖾𝗅.        𝖩𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖡𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗇 ;

[calamiities]

hey! if ur ever looking for information on my character (whether i haven’t finished/uploaded my stats or bio pages or it’s just information you’d like to know) you can always 100% shoot me a message asking about anything! if you need something cleared up about my muse, ask me. if you wanna learn more about my muse, ask me. if something is confusing you or you just want to know more - ask me! i’m always available to answer questions about my muse because the odds are i’m probably still figuring them out. no matter how long i’ve had them for, there’s always room for character development and finding out more about them. there are some things even i haven’t figured out about my muse, so always feel free to ask me if you wanna know anything.

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sewshut​:

          victor had slowly become aware of a common theme within the manor, one that he observed many others experiencing. one that he himself had begun to feel, even with wick at his side. loneliness wasn’t foreign to him at all! but he was more familiar with the opposite, often feeling too smothered by the company of others, wishing to be left to his own thoughts. 

     lately he had started growing restless, succumbing to the urge to wander the halls of the large manor, eyes lingering on any fellow survivor they met along the way. he’d never wanted any sort of conversation with them, more just to… remind himself he’s not alone? when did that matter, he’d always preferred it that way, just him & wick, no need for anyone else… what a sad thing. before the POSTMAN realizes it, his feet have brought him through the foyer & his hand eases open the door to the dining hall, peering in with the slightest bit of hope he’d see someone else.

          & he did, gaze falling to the brunet seated near the window, tinkering with some unknown object in his hands. momentary relief; victor would not linger, planning on simply nodding his hello & exiting as quickly as he had entered. but then he’s acknowledged, the clear pause between only two words making him assume the “PRISONER” ( luca basla; he made sure to memorize the names of those he were to deliver things to ) had never learned his name. he’s only a bit pleased with that thought, proved to him that his attempts at isolation were successful for the most part.      ‘ victor. ’ hand spells out his name, testing the waters at first to see if luca understood before he retrieves his note pad, one step turning to two until he’s arrived at the edge of the table with pen still in hand. the paper is offered to the inventor, victor’s smile returning to its rightful place upon his lips.      it’s victor. i had been exploring the manor, i was not aware you were here!      i can leave you be if you would prefer, i would not want to bother you while you worked.

A slight tinge of relief courses through him when he realizes that he probably never did learn the postman’s name outside of his title. Thinking about it, how often did he see him around in the manor? He gave off a polite yet reserved air, an attitude not uncommon among fellow residents of the manor. It was almost strange to him how so many people who kept to themselves were stuck in an endless game of cooperation, but perhaps this mysterious Baron enjoyed such irony.

His good eye focuses on the hand signals that he uses when spelling his name out to him. Though he recognized it to be sign language, he wasn’t familiar with it; some letters, however, he could fortunately make out. V-I-C... O...? Vic. That was a good, short nickname. He would have to remember that to write down later.

Eyebrows raise as he steps closer with a notepad in hand. Luca gently takes the paper as it’s offered to him, mumbling to himself as he reads out what’s written on it. So he wasn’t totally off the mark after all - that, too, was a relieving thought. These days he found himself grateful for the smallest mercies.

”Victor, huh. Nice name! I can’t remember if you know already, but I’m Luca - I actually just came here to kind of unwind,” explains the inventor as he looks back up at Victor. He leans back in his chair, making it nearly teeter on its hind legs. “You’re not bothering me! To be honest, it’s pretty nice to have company. No one usually...”

He trails off before he finishes the sentence. Victor clearly didn’t come here for his life story, so he stops there and raises the trinket in his hand so he can get a better look. It’s somewhat crude - three cogs stuck together, each increasing in size. “I’m not workin’ on anything. This is kinda just, ah... well, a little useless toy I threw together to keep my hands busy when I’m not working. Oddly relaxing.” Luca demonstrates to the postman how each cog spins on its own, then holds it out to him. “Wanna try?”

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@sewshut​ // 17. feeling lonely (send me a number to find my muse...)

This emotion was not foreign to Luca. The inventor had pushed through it time and time again - but that didn’t make it ache any less.

In these times, vague flashes of moments before it all came crumbling down would come back to him, mere suggestions of what his life must have been like. They never lingered for long, their impressions dreamy and near-indecipherable; he couldn’t possibly hope to connect the dots, and had long since given up trying. Thinking about it too hard made his head ache.

Now, though, he understood that this must have followed him through his life. Such was the fate of a brilliant mind, wasn’t it...? That familiar sensation of staring out the window and longing for a bit of companionship nagged at him. Still, no matter how much he desired it, he had convinced himself he wasn’t deserving of such pleasantries. Here, he fidgeted with the contraption in his hands (having little purpose except keeping his hands occupied) as he lounged back in the manor’s dining room and looked past the glass at the scenery outdoors. The sound of footsteps dragged him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see... who was this again? Luca bit back a grimace as he tried to recall the postman’s name. (Did he ever know?)

“It’s... you!” He immediately wanted to kick himself for giving such an awkward greeting, but pushed on. “What brings you here at this hour?”

[rppanda]

Send a number to find my muse...

Sleeping at a table.

Singing in private.

Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.

Crying laughing.

Doing something embarrassing.

Getting chores done.

Loopy with lack of sleep.

Post-wisdom teeth removal.

Hiding a broken object.

Covered in blood.

In a fit of anger.

Throwing a tantrum.

Hiding in a closet.

Stuck somewhere with your muse.

Muffling their cries.

On a swing-set alone.

Feeling lonely.

Cuddling their pillow.

Staring at your muse.

Recovering from throwing up.

Stabbing a body repeatedly.

Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Screaming by themselves.

Holding a wound.

Dead.

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// WHEEZES. SO MANY NEW FOLLOWERS. HI

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Mike is hanging upside down next to Luca as he works, smiling brightly and wide-eyed as he stares. "Whatcha doin'?"

“Mike!”

His voice carries a pleased inflection when he notices the acrobat dangling next to him. Despite the possibility that he could have been there for quite some time, Luca only notices him as soon as he speaks up.

“Just fixin’ up this junction box,” comes his nonchalant response as he gestures to the enclosure with its wires strewn about. “It’s upkeep, ‘s all. Gotta make sure the ciphers don’t blow up on us, yeah?”

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Gently squishes his cheeks, rubbing her forehead against his. (Affectionately, and somewhat teasingly, like an older sibling or an aunt or uncle.) "Master, don't people usually eat breakfast around now? You mentioned that 'fast food' place nearby - I may be able to see out from my vantage point, but I have yet to be brought to modernity before. Perhaps we could go fetch something to eat?"

Though unrest had dulled his senses ever so slightly, he couldn’t help the crooked grin that stretched across his face as the mage cupped his face in her hands. It seemed time had run away from him again... it was that time of day, wasn’t it? Bird calls and the bright rays of early morning spilling through the window told him as such; he couldn’t be bothered to check the clock.

“Oh, yeah, yeah! That was McDonald’s, I think.” Luca mused aloud, nodding to himself. How could he possibly forget the golden opportunity to introduce a legendary sorcerer to chicken nuggets? He could barely contain his excitement as he gently took hold of Merlin’s wrists. “I am kinda hungry, actually. An’ I’m making you try a Sausage McMuffin if it’s the last thing I do.”

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