this is an independent, private & selective roleplay blog for my original character, SUMMER HAWTHORNE. triggering themes and ns/fw content may be found here. minors do not interact. scripted by miumarie. (she/they, 27) est. 2023.
verses coming soon: fantasy, jjk, naruto, fairy tail, pokemon
irl things suck, i'm only going to be online every couple of weeks or so.
RULES. standard rules & etiquette apply. specific rules ahead.
only follow if you genuinely intend to interact with me. if i have to sit and stare at you for several months with radio silence, i will softblock.
please just hardblock me if you don't want to interact with me. it is what it is. i'd rather just save us both the headache and confusion.
i'm super chill and will bend and create universes as much as i need to accommodate our threads and make them enjoyable for the both of us.
please don't respond to my one-liners with one-liners. i post them with the expectation that they will turn into para threads.
if i didn't like your post, i haven't seen it! please please boop me after a couple of days if you're waiting on a reply and it still hasn't been liked.
ns/fw content will be tagged as unsafe / . while i don't thread smut, it can be sometimes found in asks. 'sunday' content is limited for my own comfort.
this blog is multiship. unless you have an interest checker or permanent starter call, i tend not to initiate shipping first. i love shipping, and am not going to make things difficult for you if you want to ship. i don't consider shippy memes as force-shipping; i'm happy to test the waters.
platonic relationships may cross universes, but romantic ones will not unless it's been discussed among all involved parties.
please tag: omegaverse, foodplay/unsanitary imagery, irl guns imagery, body distortion (gore is fine), high contrast/flashing imagery
literally tell me if i'm doing something wrong. i don't have a single malicious bone in my body, so chances are i'm unaware of it. i want everyone to be comfortable and safe interacting with me. on that note, i am pro-callout for things that are actually, truly problematic.
anon is never on, no exceptions. i would rather die in a fire than turn anon on. additionally, i do not send anons, period. do not assume any anons using my url/name are me.
i will never promote this blog, ever, and i ask that you don't either. this is a small and curated space and i want this blog to be reserved for people that i genuinely intend to interact with.
send memes.........send me so many. i will choke and die if you don't
DNI.
zero-tolerance for approaching transphobia, homophobia, racism, sexism, incest etc. in a romanticized way.
pro-shippers are not welcome here.
get out of here, minors
if you are or interact with these specific people.
i hate to admit it, but i think i've been done with tumblr for quite a while now. i'm finally going to just cut myself loose.
i spent such a long time in denial. after rping here since 2014, finding my long-term partner, and making some of the best friendships i've ever had, i kept banking on the rpc here to be the place that i could come back to, where i could let go of all of my stress and just enjoy writing and being surrounded by people that i love seeing on my dash. when i discovered the tumblr rpc, i was in the process of rediscovering myself after i had practically committed social suicide irl, and i took extreme solace with the headway i was making here. i was so headstrong and stubborn about it, i never realized that, so many years down the road, things were changing for the worst. my favorite parts of the rpc became strict, elitist, cliquey, toxic, intimidating — it really felt like we all grew up and bared their our fangs. even among the people that i love and cherish, i began to feel like i had to watch my back and walk on eggshells, and things became uncomfortable. all of this to say ... i've had enough. i love writing, truly and dearly. i came back here in march of last year after taking a year-long hiatus from writing altogether. i thought the problem was with me all this time, and it isn't. i'm growing up and learning that being here gave me some of my best years, but also some of my worst. i love this place and i love you guys, and i'm letting go.
i don't know what i'll do about my blogs yet. i may convert them into a mini-hub to host my characters for discord rp. i may quit rp altogether if i can't find another place that's suitable for myself. i had the worst weekend of my life and i am struggling to cope more than ever, but when it's time, i will pick writing back up, but it won't be here. it cannot be here, and i don't need the thought of trying to return just sitting at the back of my mind. i'm so sorry, but thank you for being there, and for taking part in my life, no matter how big or small your role was. i'll still be available on discord and i'll peep my ims for anyone who wants to keep in touch.
i hate to admit it, but i think i've been done with tumblr for quite a while now. i'm finally going to just cut myself loose.
i spent such a long time in denial. after rping here since 2014, finding my long-term partner, and making some of the best friendships i've ever had, i kept banking on the rpc here to be the place that i could come back to, where i could let go of all of my stress and just enjoy writing and being surrounded by people that i love seeing on my dash. when i discovered the tumblr rpc, i was in the process of rediscovering myself after i had practically committed social suicide irl, and i took extreme solace with the headway i was making here. i was so headstrong and stubborn about it, i never realized that, so many years down the road, things were changing for the worst. my favorite parts of the rpc became strict, elitist, cliquey, toxic, intimidating — it really felt like we all grew up and bared their our fangs. even among the people that i love and cherish, i began to feel like i had to watch my back and walk on eggshells, and things became uncomfortable. all of this to say ... i've had enough. i love writing, truly and dearly. i came back here in march of last year after taking a year-long hiatus from writing altogether. i thought the problem was with me all this time, and it isn't. i'm growing up and learning that being here gave me some of my best years, but also some of my worst. i love this place and i love you guys, and i'm letting go.
i don't know what i'll do about my blogs yet. i may convert them into a mini-hub to host my characters for discord rp. i may quit rp altogether if i can't find another place that's suitable for myself. i had the worst weekend of my life and i am struggling to cope more than ever, but when it's time, i will pick writing back up, but it won't be here. it cannot be here, and i don't need the thought of trying to return just sitting at the back of my mind. i'm so sorry, but thank you for being there, and for taking part in my life, no matter how big or small your role was. i'll still be available on discord and i'll peep my ims for anyone who wants to keep in touch.
“Quit hogging the blanket.” / HI. i offer u a vale.
he doesn't mean to — his long, svelte limbs are hard to keep warm in the winter, so he balls up in the blanket that they share as they watch the titanic in the living room. for him, he's seen the movie more times than he can count. to vale, however, it's an exciting and treacherous tale of the ocean exerting its wrath — he cheers, and summer sleepily chuckles alongside him. he doesn't even realize that he's taken more blanket than he needs until vale points it out. " oops. sorry, love. i didn't think it'd be so cold tonight. " he unfurls himself from the sheets and spreads it back out neatly, making sure that his lover gets his fair share. " all better? "
" as much as i'd like to, i can’t right now, " voice bounces to the pace of long, fast strides that firmly hit the concrete. “ you should understand, it's just business. “ in his pocket, a furled up piece of paper with a written description of kurama and his general whereabouts crunches under the mini digital camera that gets shoved in with it. although summer had a hunch of who his client was looking into, even he was surprised when he made eye contact with the other. dodging a hand that reaches toward him, summer sighs with some exasperation. " all they wanted was a picture. suck it up; even i feel like this was a waste of my time. i thought i'd get in on something worth my while, but it's just you. " he can understand not wanting a photo taken, really — he would rather bury himself alive than be scrutinized by the general public.
" if you really have that much of a problem with it, just double what they're paying. "
very sorry for my continued absence, things were supposed to be better but ... the long and short of it is that i'm likely going to be dealing with some court proceedings since some stuff got out of hand with my business partners. chances are that i may not be around for a while, or i may just pop in sporadically, like every couple of weeks or so, but i wouldn't blame you guys for unfollowing
pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of… but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?
tagged by: @mythcaels i kissy you <33
tagging: @un1awful @gamenu @inhumann @attroxx
❛ if you need a shoulder to lean on or someone to listen, i'm here. ❜ / from autumn
understandably, it is common for summer to get stressed to the point of exhaustion. coupled with an inability to cope with his ability and his trauma in a healthy way, he has a hard time talking about things with people who wouldn't understand. autumn is a blessing to him, a miracle — someone who can relate with him in more ways than one, and also someone who won't judge him despite it all. but knowing that autumn is among the kindest of the four seasons, there is some discomfort in knowing that he may be unloading on her too often. she has her own problems, too, and finds herself putting off her own issues to hear people out.
summer runs his fingers through his own hair, a hesitant smile troubling his lips as he sighs. " i think i'll just have the shoulder every once in a while, " head tilts, the side of his cranium tapping the top of hers. " but remember to rely on me once in a while, too. winter will give me shit if i don't repay your kindness. "
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 in his ears and makes gaze immediately snap up to meet the others own. He swears he can still see the images of those things behind his eyes each time he blinks, his heart was still thudding so hard in his chest. He throws himself at his sweet sweet beloved and clings to him for a good moment as he tries to find the words to explain ( surely the other would believe him with how he is acting ). He leans back enough so that amethyst hues can meet Summie's gaze and he shakes his head and lets words begin to tumble from trembling lips.
❝ You know how I like to watch zombie movies sometimes right ? How it all starts out so normal and goes to shit so quickly ? That's what's happening out there. They were not alive. Those . . . Those things were biting people, making a feast of them. I was just lucky I was faster, they would've done the same to me too. ❞ He has to take a deep breath by the time he finishes spilling all that out into the open between them. He starts to try and rise to his feet once more, legs shaky and feet hurting because running barefoot all the way here had taken a toll on those feet of his. ❝ Tv, the news . . . It'll be all over the news, just like in the movies. ❞
theo buries himself into summer's arms, expression wrought with grief and horror that is so genuine that, even though summer is not inclined to believe such a thing as a zombie apocalypse, he has to. brows raise, concerned, as he nods gently at his beloved, trying to process things. he had not used the television all day; no news had gotten to him the situation up until now, and if not for the genuine panic and scrapped up, barefooted feet that tracked their way home, he might not have ever believed it.
" calm down, theo. you're safe here, so let me see. "
he shifts slightly, gently prying open theo's bag. using his ability in front of others is a rarity, but the dire circumstances mean that he can't hold back now. furling a coin in his fist, eyes begin to glow with shimmering gold light, energy surging as his consciousness is whisked away to the events that had happened just moments prior. the manslaughter, the horrors, the screaming, the death — all strange, all beyond comprehension, yet ... real. when the light fades, he is shivering, visage pallid as the coin slips from his hand onto the floor. stomach tightens; he feel like he might puke, but everything is tied in knots. " listen to me, love. we have to pack light. we have the cellar, but it won't last us very long. it's meant for a bomb, not ... not this. "
" summer, how-- " her cheeks are a rosy hue when she turns to him, brow furrowed. it's rather embarrassing to admit, but kaiya is absolutely struggling. she sighs and turns her gaze towards his tv again. " how do i do this again? i keep running my character into walls. " she can't figure out how to attack or how to run or anything, really. in her defense, she's rarely had time for video games over the last several decades.
it's his fault, of course. summer makes the assumption that most people know their way around a console, and understandably, that is not the case. down the bridge of his nose, a pause menu pops up on the display of his handheld console as kaiya admits her limitations — that anything more than moving her character is, though not arduous, not what she expected. summer is patient, however, and does not mind in the least.
" that's okay. sometimes it's not very intuitive. here, let me show you. "
he casts away the blanket draped over his lap, setting his nintendo switch on the end table as he edges into kaiya's space. at the very least, she is holding the controller correctly. it's just a matter of helping her remember which button does what. " this button, where your thumb naturally falls, is your attack button. think 'A' for 'attack.' " such explanation reminds him of when he had introduced his younger sibling to his console, and lamented when she eventually overrode his save file. it's a strange, comforting nostalgia that just barely adds a comforted glint to his eye.
" and here's the 'B' button just next to it. if you hold it down while tilting the joystick, your character will run. see? "
Her head falls gently to the side, fixing him with an amused gaze as she takes a very small step forward - bold, challenging, though her hands are clasped demurely behind her back. Peach hated to admit it, how much she enjoyed seeing him like this, this nervous side she seemed to bring out. It was deliciously enticing, especially as when she could feel the heat of his emotions.
The fire was contagious, smoldering inside of her and she cannot keep herself from going closer. Hands unclasp, reaching one out to press softly against his chest. Innocent of intention, as she seemed only to smooth the wrinkle there.
Long lashes flutter, taking another step forward, tilting her head back.
eyes fall — having struggled with pursuing affection in the past, summer feels shy about the princess's bold approach. she smiles generously, touches rewardingly, and though she uses her words sparingly, he is eager to lean into peach's invitation. attraction roars inside of his ribs, steam nearly pouring out of his ears. they glow bright red, obscured only slightly by his dark curls as he tries not to revel in the scent of perfume that she leaves on his breast pocket.
still, he does not move from his spot. not even when she steps toe-to-toe with not, not even when her face is just inches away. he could lean in and kiss her right now, but how could he dare to? how could he, when she is so beautifully brazen and coy that she'd drive him insane?
"Pleasure doing business with you." Hums the shewolf in her ever cocky tone. "She keeps vanishing though youse say? Now ain't that just fascinating. Certainly she's not the first daughter who likes to run away from time to time to get away from parents. What's the deal? She some high profile kid? She acting out and the parents want her found so they can put her in a time out?"
She was joking of course. Though there could potentially be truth to some of what Loni said. She doubted that her ideas were plausible in this instance. Summer seemed far too high strung if things were that simple. This must have been something far larger. A perfect job for her given that things at Luna had been slow lately. This would give some of her guys a purpose. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle another day of watching them beat the shit out of one another in the gym. Sooner or later they were going to end up killing one another going stir crazy.
Without waiting she unbuckles her seatbelt and leans herself over the center divide. Uncaring for what Summer may think she quickly fishes for the documents in question, finding them, and then shifting back into a seated position. "Is this all you've been up to lately?"
" god, i wish. "
a roll of the eyes. a case of childish rebellion is a dream come true in comparison to whatever this is.
nevertheless, doing business with loni is casual, easy. for the manpower that she offers in return for his services, summer hardly finds a reason to say no. one day it might bite him in the arse, but for now, an advantage is an advantage. he's happy to have the extra hands. the steering wheel turns, vehicle veering in the direction that she had instructed just prior; path swerves slightly when he hunches a shoulder to make room for loni as she practically squares her body into the space between their seats.
" hey, careful — " summer complains, his eyes flicking between her and the road. before anything really goes wrong, though, she flumps back into her designated spot with the documents in-hand. something makes his stomach churn at the sight of his work in another person's hands. nothing against her, but his cautious, protective nature flares, knowing that it's not in the hands of his client. " for the most part, yeah. the client suspects that there's some ' lucrative ' operation going on that this lady's a part of, though he won't say whether he's trying to bust 'em or join 'em. "
"Summer." Its simple, she calls his name so he knows she's in the room. Nicole knows not to sneak up on him, especially when she's going to make contact with him while his back is turned. He's been fiddling in the kitchen saying he wanted to cook for them since he was home. So she's now leaning on his back, her arms wrapping around his abdomen. She cannot see over his shoulder so she has to peek around under his arm to see what he's making.
"I' smells good! Tryna spoil me now, huh?"
the aroma of mirepoix floods the kitchen, and accompanied by the scent of an herb buttered chicken roasting in the oven, the house smells like a culinary masterpiece. summer had been planning to try to recipe for quite a while — on a usual basis, he tended to eat out; but a gap in his schedule means that he gets to treat nicole to something homemade for once. she calls his name as she enters, and though he does not pause, he does look up from the pot of vegetables that are being sautéed.
" of course, " he chuckles, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. his embrace is warm, loving, though careful to keep her away from the sizzling of oil and juices. " this is all going to turn into an alfredo sauce. you'll love it. "
a hard swallow goes down his throat. the allure of fungoso's one and only princess does not go unnoticed, not when she stands up against him, large blue eyes engulfing him with something between amory and lust. he wants to touch her, to hold her — but gods, his hands are sweaty and he wonders if she'll notice. he wonders if she would look away if he moves even an inch from where they stand. gaze fall to her luscious lips, clouded by the fog at the edge of his glasses. he is helpless.
" only ... " his gaze flicks away, " only if you taste like peaches. "
