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AU!Caesar Zeppeli RP Blog (Post-Battle Tendency) Number of Deaths: 3 M!A: Accepting

[angstmemes]

Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.

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Can you reblog this if you’d RP with someone over 30?

I’m 30 and face a lot of age discrimination in the tumblr rp comm so admitting my age sucks.

I was reading through the comments in the tags, and I noticed a lot of:

“As long as you’re not creepy, I’m okay!”

“As long as you’re not a pedo!”

People over 29 are not automatically creepy or pedos. They are just as likely to be either as a 20 year old; most are less creepy because they are more experienced. Age discrimination is pretty gross. Does anyone really think that 29+ yr olds are going to think less about the concerns of smutting with someone under a age of majority? No, they probably think about it more because they haven’t been a grown child for years and face the real world more then the kiddos around.

Saying “As long as you’re not X” is pretty gross because it is implying that they are more likely to and contributes to the very reason why people over 29 are so reluctant about sharing their age — It IS age-based discrimination.

Also, just because someone is 30 yrs old does not mean they are something less than because they are still interested in rping. If you do the math based on the theory that most rpers begin around the age of 15-17, they may have been rping since the early 2000s, and some for even longer. That is 15+ yrs, so why would they suddenly be disinterested in something they have been doing for longer than some rpers are in total age. Do you know how many years of experience 15 yrs adds up to? If you want to become a good writer, then seek out those with the most experience.

If you don’t discriminate against rpers for being younger, then don’t do it because they are older. Nothing in life should have a time limit or expiration on interests that make people happy and bring no harm to others.

Personally, I hope to still have a passion and love for rping when I’m 90 yrs old and sitting in my nursing home. Never forget, kiddos, that you’ll be “old” someday and facing people telling you not to love the things you love because you’re past your expiration date.

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hakamorra:

{+}// Always discuss with the mun first though. One or the other may have certain triggers.

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zachafalse:

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recoveringheroinaddict:

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He’s internally panicking, but trying his best not to let it show.

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It’s cramped, hot, and he can barely breath. That last bit is what he’s more concerned about, seeing how he can’t use Hamon if he can’t keep his breathing steady. Thusly, he has no way of getting out of this monster’s gut on his own. However, he has no idea how he’s going to call for help while inside a Pillar Man’s stomach.

Caesar shifts a little bit in discomfort, keeping his eyes shut. He can’t exactly see where he is anyway, but he can already feel a slight disturbance on his skin.

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Despite the fear, he was sure he would still wake up somewhere else this time, or at least outside of the Pillar Man regardless. However, the thought of dying from being eaten certainly wasn’t a way he ever wanted to go. The moment the other his dangling him, he’s already got an idea of how this is going to go.

He’s still struggling to free himself, really struggling this time as his blood drips from him. Caesar doesn’t want to be eaten alive, especially since this whole reanimation curse has decided to take him back to the same body rather than a new one.

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“You can scowl at me all you like, mouse.”

Certainly, a rodent to a serpent was nothing more than prey. But oh, did he enjoy gloating. Perhaps Ceasar’s only solace was he couldn’t run his mouth while it was full. 

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He’s internally panicking, but trying his best not to let it show.

Screaming for help is the first thing he wants to do, but there’s no way he’s humiliating himself like that, especially since he’ll wake up somewhere else. Well, now that he’s really thinking about it, he really hopes he does wake up outside of the Pillar Man. Caesar squirms a little, but is already aware that he can’t exactly move much, and it’s much too late to really try escaping.

That grumble startled him a little, seeing how he’s basically about halfway down his throat by now and could practically feel it. The blond can tell the other is having some difficulty with swallowing him now, or at least he hopes he is.

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Cue the vampire throwing Caesar over his shoulder and casually walking away. He had to make it look natural since he didn't want to kill another set of cops all in one night.

“Wha- che cavolo?!”

Well this is certainly an unexpected turn of events. Caesar had merely been minding his own business when the vampire suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Put me down!” Where on earth is he even taking him?

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inhumanus-regalis:

“…it’s legal if I’m not getting caught, besides I don’t seem to feel you struggling anymore.”

The vampire grunted as he placed the Italian on his feet in front of the entrance to his mansion. Dio only rolled his eyes as he motioned to Caesar, he had no idea why he had done this but he might as well act upon it.

“Well, take it as an invitation or a sort of apology. How about that?”

Caesar wasn’t sure why he didn’t take this as an opportunity to get the other with Hamon. He was probably more focused on trying to figure out why on earth Dio would want to ask him if he wanted some wine. The blond looked up at the mansion, wondering why the vampire would bring him straight here. “Apology for the knife, I assume...?” 

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Cue the vampire throwing Caesar over his shoulder and casually walking away. He had to make it look natural since he didn't want to kill another set of cops all in one night.

“Wha- che cavolo?!”

Well this is certainly an unexpected turn of events. Caesar had merely been minding his own business when the vampire suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Put me down!” Where on earth is he even taking him?

[hyacintho-luna]

“Calm those nerves, I’m not killing you at the moment now, am I? If it was to jeopardize your life, wouldn’t I have done something to incapacitate you? So be a good little Italian and sit your little bubble ass tight.”

Dio could almost feel himself about to pinch the bridge of his nose. Honestly, did everyone think he was meant for killing everything he sees? Goodness, he was not a mindless zombie.

“Besides, I don’t know how to kindly ask if you would like some wine or something. That’s not me, so I decided to sweep you off your feet.”

Hopefully he was being friendly, or however that worked. He just felt that this was needed and it wasn’t like he was lying about the wine.

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“Wine? Sweep me off- what are you going on about?”

His struggles cease, but he still tense and obviously suspicious of the vampire’s intentions. This was the man that stabbed a knife into his head at some point, so why on earth does he want to have wine with him? It almost sound like Dio was trying to court him or something.

“Kidnapping someone off the street isn’t helping your case.”

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That drifting sentence certainly worried him, but he’s not sure why at first.

“Ngh…” Caesar winced when he felt the bladed tail slice into his gut. It wasn’t until the other spoke again that he tensed up, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. Well, that’s definitely a way he didn’t think he’d be meeting his end. He really his struggling to keep his breathing steady now.

He wondered if he struggled enough with that tail stabbed into him that it might kill him. “You wouldn’t dare…”

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“I do dare.”

The sickening crack and pop of his skeletal structure changing to suit his needs follows, tusks receding fully, replaced by backwards facing thin reptilian fangs. The lazy flick of his tongue is more lizard-like than serpentine, the fleshy appendage tipped with blackish purple curls under the hamon user’s chin, tilting it up while widens his jaws. He wouldn’t give the courtesy of killing him first, the blades that were embedded a few inches into his gut removed and brought to his lips to be cleaned at his leisure.

He ponders his options… Simply absorbing him would be far too kind for the suffering he brought against his species. A low hiss sounds, followed by a chuckle. He made the display of showing him where he would end up, why not use this method?

His tail shifts, dangling him legs down, letting the few drips of blood from his injury down against his bare skin and scales. If the village were the ones who dared notify this hamon user of his existence, Caesar’s blood would serve as his warpaint when he decimated them. 

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Despite the fear, he was sure he would still wake up somewhere else this time, or at least outside of the Pillar Man regardless. However, the thought of dying from being eaten certainly wasn’t a way he ever wanted to go. The moment the other his dangling him, he’s already got an idea of how this is going to go.

He’s still struggling to free himself, really struggling this time as his blood drips from him. Caesar doesn’t want to be eaten alive, especially since this whole reanimation curse has decided to take him back to the same body rather than a new one.

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Cue the vampire throwing Caesar over his shoulder and casually walking away. He had to make it look natural since he didn't want to kill another set of cops all in one night.

“Wha- che cavolo?!”

Well this is certainly an unexpected turn of events. Caesar had merely been minding his own business when the vampire suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Put me down!” Where on earth is he even taking him?

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Oddly enough, he doesn’t feel any sort of hostility towards the Pillar Man. Caesar isn’t sure why at first, till he recalls that Joseph had been able to get the antidote he managed to retrieve from Wham during his final moments. The other never prevented his friend from getting his final gift apparently. However, he knows he still has to be careful. Considering that the Josephs he’s met so far have all stated they defeated the Pillar Men, he could very well be encountering something from the past.

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Caesar let out a groan as the grip tightened, which only irritated the pain he was already in. He shifts a little in discomfort, only trying to settle in a way that wouldn’t press in on where the pain was mainly coming from. “I honestly wish I could, even I don’t understand it.” He’s not even sure why he’s answering the other, especially since he’s already sure he’ll just be killed again.

“I come back whenever I die, but….” He normally wakes up where he last slept, unless there was something else to this that he didn’t know about. Then again, compared to the last times he died, his injuries were internal this time.

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“Come back when you die?”

Never mind being angry. The grin that twists his features is truly malicious… He could exploit this. He uncoils, only slightly. The end length of his tail keeps his prey in it’s grip, arms pinned to his sides. 

“I wonder how far that extends…”

He lets his sentence drift, curling a claw under his chin with a thoughtful hum. It had been some time since he made a display of someone who dared show him insolence- and he would make this one pay for injuring him.

The length of tail wrapped just about under his chest allows just enough space for the bladed tips of his tail to spear up and wrench into the hamon user’s gut, drawing enough blood to send that delightful scent into the air

“I wonder how you feel about becoming part of something you hate so much…”

A forked tongue flicks dangerously over gold-painted lips, a dry chuckle leaving his throat.

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That drifting sentence certainly worried him, but he’s not sure why at first.

“Ngh...” Caesar winced when he felt the bladed tail slice into his gut. It wasn’t until the other spoke again that he tensed up, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. Well, that’s definitely a way he didn’t think he’d be meeting his end. He really his struggling to keep his breathing steady now.

He wondered if he struggled enough with that tail stabbed into him that it might kill him. “You wouldn’t dare...”

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[ If you could do me a favor & like/reblog this if you are a Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure roleplay blog OR open to a villainous muse, it would be very much appreciated ]

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If you followed me expecting a serious and quality Joseph

you’ve come to the wrong place

this blog mostly makes Kars birdpuns and annoying Caesars 

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If you followed me hoping for lots of fluff and happy reunions with Caesar and Joseph, you’ve come to the wrong place.

This blog is mostly Caesar getting into situations he shouldn’t be getting into and dying over and over because of it.

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It takes a while, like it normally does, and the first thing he feels is the pain of whatever was broken and torn into. Yeah he’s definitely going to be feeling that for a while. However, something was wrong with how he was waking up, or more so, where he was waking up. It probably went unnoticed by the Pillar Man, the body somehow repairing itself, seeing how whatever was damaged was internal.

Caesar opened his eyes as he let out a pained gasp, his vision blurry for a moment, but he already knew where he was. He could still feel the other coiled around him, just not as tightly as before. As much as he wanted to immediately moved and get away, his body ached too much and he felt tired.

“Cazzo….”

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What was that? He glares at the young man still held in his coils in disbelieve. He was alive? How could he be? He checked. He made sure. No pulse, fading heat, no breath. 

“Why are you alive? Explain.”

He growls, the feathers along his shoulders and arms bristling into a full display with his rage. Easily their properties were sharp, not soft, as he had done to his tail feathers. The grip tightens again, but not enough to cut off his air like before, enough to make it clear he wasn’t going anywhere until he got an answer.

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Caesar let out a groan as the grip tightened, which only irritated the pain he was already in. He shifts a little in discomfort, only trying to settle in a way that wouldn’t press in on where the pain was mainly coming from. “I honestly wish I could, even I don’t understand it.” He’s not even sure why he’s answering the other, especially since he’s already sure he’ll just be killed again.

“I come back whenever I die, but....” He normally wakes up where he last slept, unless there was something else to this that he didn’t know about. Then again, compared to the last times he died, his injuries were internal this time.

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It isn’t until he’s wrapped up and being squeezed that he really did hope this would end quickly. However, considering the fact he pissed the Pillar Man off, he’s already aware that this is going to be slow and painful. At least he’ll wake up far away from here. Caesar doesn’t respond the other other’s words, probably out of spite, or the fact he didn’t want to make this death worse for himself if that was even possible. He doesn’t need to go making a fool of himself during his dying moments.

He just glares, pretending to try and keep his breathing steady.

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His lips draw back to display snake-like fangs in an inhuman snarl, a sharp hiss following. He was being ignored. How dare he. Coils tighten, putting stress on bone until they started to snap and give way under the sheer pressure he was exerting. He keeps tightening his squeeze until he’s sure the Hamon user had expired, if lack of air didn’t kill him first, the ribs likely puncturing his heart and lungs by now would have taken care of him quickly.

He examines the face of the boy in his coils, jerking his lifeless face from side to side by the chin. He knows this face. In his reality, his past, he helped kill far too many of his kind. At least, in a sense, he feels they can be put to rest. 

Now, he just considers what to do with the body…

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It takes a while, like it normally does, and the first thing he feels is the pain of whatever was broken and torn into. Yeah he’s definitely going to be feeling that for a while. However, something was wrong with how he was waking up, or more so, where he was waking up. It probably went unnoticed by the Pillar Man, the body somehow repairing itself, seeing how whatever was damaged was internal.

Caesar opened his eyes as he let out a pained gasp, his vision blurry for a moment, but he already knew where he was. He could still feel the other coiled around him, just not as tightly as before. As much as he wanted to immediately moved and get away, his body ached too much and he felt tired.

“Cazzo....”

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Yeah, he definitely wants to get out of the way of that. Caesar stumbled as he tried to avoid being squashed  by the massive brute. This is becoming more difficult than he thought it would be, but then again, why did he expect this to be easy? He came here on his own after all, and was just going to be repeating events. The blond wondered if he should just let himself be killed and then go talk to Joseph about this after he was brought back.

That sound like a better plan at the moment. With that in mind, the Italian purposely “tripped” and fell the ground, taking his time with getting off the ground, listening for the Pillar Man that was already intent on killing him.

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His tail lashes from the bushes, several whips, a few of which sending out sharp scales as small shed projectiles. He’s only going to reveal his main body from the bushes when he hears a yelp of pain or catches the scent of blood from hitting his mark. 

Only then does he burst from hiding, sending several thick lengths of coil around his attacker, pulling firm muscle taut in a single firm squeeze.

“What will you do now? Cry for help? Pray I end your life quickly? Or do you still believe you can win this fight?”

He goads him, a face twisted by serpentine features glaring at him with animosity. 

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It isn’t until he’s wrapped up and being squeezed that he really did hope this would end quickly. However, considering the fact he pissed the Pillar Man off, he’s already aware that this is going to be slow and painful. At least he’ll wake up far away from here. Caesar doesn’t respond the other other’s words, probably out of spite, or the fact he didn’t want to make this death worse for himself if that was even possible. He doesn’t need to go making a fool of himself during his dying moments.

He just glares, pretending to try and keep his breathing steady.