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〈〈currently inactive indie Elliot March RP-blog- formerly clocktowerxgrudge.〉〉

[elliotxmarch-blog]

I’ve been so exhausted and frustrated lately, and that’s been feeding straight into insecurities about my reading/writing issues because they have a tendency to get worse because of stress. I don’t know if I can keep this up. I really do want to- it’s one of the few semi-social hobbies i have- but I’m just not sure if I can at this rate.

My cognitive disabilities taking away my enjoyment of what I really love is hitting me pretty hard right now and I just don’t know how to deal with it. I didn’t even start truly noticing their effect on my life until recently and I don’t know if that’s because I haven’t been writing as often so in general I’m not as well-practiced or because it’s been getting worse. Either way, I’m not taking it well.

Sorry for the inactivity, guys, I’ve been in bad shape emotionally and physically, and that doesn’t bode well for like...everything else.

[elliotxmarch-blog]

Elliot under certain circumstances would you ever kill your wife? What if you had to choose between her and or Blood?

“I don’t generally think of that kind of thing, nor do I like to...Only if she wanted me to kill her; and even then I’d hesitate. And yeah, I’d choose her over Blood; He’d understand why I chose my wife over him.”

[designer-glutton]

PSA: I don't care if we start a millon threads with eacthother and not one of them gets done

Its about having fun and growing into your muse and expanding your character. 

[viincentius-deactivated20150821]

ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴘᴇʀs

PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE OC FRIENDLY

[elliotxmarch-blog]

“How could you keep this from me?”

Elliot sighs, ears lowered apologetically at he glances down at his arm- now in a sling. “I just…didn’t think you had to know. It was to protect you. You don’t need to know what goes on in the family. I didn’t think they’d go so far and come here…and during the Assembly, of all times…”

He looks up at her, trying to change the subject. “…Sorry. How bad are the bruises? I tried to be soft when I pushed you away from the chandelier, but damn, that thing was heavy. You sure you’re all right?”

[thecuriouscaseofaliceliddell-de]

        ((♥)) — “I’m fine.” She brushed off the wrinkles from her dress, clearing her throat primly. “They’ll be gone in a time period or so. I’m more worried about you.”

          Alice pursed her lips, eyes dropping to the injured arm with regret. He was right. It wasn’t her place to pry into Hatter affairs; and, certainly, she wasn’t inclined to find out about the tales the blood they bring home told, either. “I know it’s none of my business,” she began, “but you could at least tell me when you get injured like this. You’re my friend, Elliot. I don’t know what I’d do if something happens to you.”

          A smile slowly curled at the corners of her mouth. She raised her hands, revealing a picnic basket tucked with a red cloth. “Are you busy? I brought some pastries, if you’d like. All carrot-flavored.”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

His ears lowered; he supposed a few bruises were fairly minor, but he had wished he’d gotten there in time to keep her from getting hurt altogether.

Elliot glanced up at her, sighing. “I get that, Alice, but y’know, sometimes I just don’t think it’s all that important. This isn’t that bad. It’ll heal soon enough...But if that’s what you think, I’ll make sure to tell you from here on out.”

Immediately, at the sight of the basket and the mention of its contents, he smiled. “Not now I’m not. Carrot pastries sound great. Thanks, Alice.”

[wsabe-deactivated20150709]

There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable.

thoughts (via iindiscriminate)

[souldraggerarchive]

Do u ever just want to RP with a certain mutual but they’re like PERFECT and you’re the lord of potatos?

[elliotxmarch-blog]

YAAAAAAS, YOU LOOK SO GOOD ELLIOT, SUCH A PRETTY DOGGIE MAN, YAAAAAAAAAAAS

“...Thanks?”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

favusque-lotos replied to your post “Stop!" [*Enters conscious, left stage.]”

[Hello~! Ah, would you mind if I reblogged this, or could I maybe put it in a new post? If you'd like to continue this?]

[Either will work, depending on what your personal preference is! I’d be more than willing to continue. n_n]

[maraudingwrites-blog]

Friendly reminder not to exclude roleplayers based on their choice of theme, ability to make graphics, ability to reply quickly, or choice of face claim. By choosing not to write with these people because their themes aren’t pretty, or their face claim is overused, you could be missing out on an incredible writer that may challenge you and encourage you to grow as a writer. Not only that but you could be missing out on gaining a wonderful friend. 

Ability to code/make graphics/pick themes does not reflect ability to write. 

What you should consider in a writing partner is how you connect with them, whether your writing styles go together or clash, whether or not you’re both comfortable with the same verses, whether they respect your triggers or not, whether you get along or not, etc. Talk to people, discuss interests, discuss plots, have fun! Making a beautiful graphic can be fun but not everyone is able to do that, isn’t it just as enjoyable to receive an epic mood board and a list of head canons from someone who is as passionate about writing as you are? 

[elliotxmarch-blog]

Elliot nodded. “Mina, then. Nice to meet you.” He shoveled yet another bite of carrot cake into his mouth, glancing down at the slice of her cake. With Blood very much absorbed in his tea, there wasn’t much conversation going on, so he figured he might at least try to start one. “…You like carrot cake much?”

[mephistophelesspuppy]

Smiling widely she nodded, cutting off another price and plopping it into her mouth. “Mmmmhm! Carrot cake is my favorite!” After looking at his quickly disappearing plate she giggled. “I’m guessing you do too?”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

He blinks and smiles bright, nodding. “Yeah! Carrot cake is the best! If you like that, we’ve got carrot pudding, carrot crumble, and carrot sticks here for tea, too!” He gestured to the other carrot foods on the table. “But the carrot cake is the best. The maids really outdid themselves today.”

[missterryrighter]

Starter for elliotxmarch

[missterryrighter]

Rosaline sighed, knowing he was right, but not wanting to accept that answer. “You two act like I’m incapable of taking care of myself. You help me practice. You should know how good of a shot I am,” she muttered as she went to the next shop and started sorting through their goods. They had a cute little lace headband. Maybe she’s get it. No she really shouldn’t. She was trying to stop wearing lacy stuff since it made her look too childish, even if she liked it.

Elliot had drawn up to her side now so she turned her head to look at him giving him an amused half grin. “My father is never happy with me. This is not any greater or less irritating than the multitude of other times I’ve snuck out. Calm down Elliot.” Bored with the selection, and knowing Elliot would follow her inside making this trip even more irritating Rosaline drifted away from the shop and further down the road. “I keep telling you. I can and do handle myself just fine without you or my father’s micromanaging. And yes I know it’s dangerous. It’s why I wanted to come.”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

“I know you’re a good shot, I know that, but still- it’s dangerous!” He replied in a hushed tone as he followed her through the shop, quiet for the most part, but keeping a close watch on the other patrons- who tended to shy away as soon as they approached, to his relief. He was still apprehensive about letting her out- she was setting her clock forward in an attempt to look more mature, but she was still anything but in his mind. She didn’t know what danger was like yet, and he wanted to make damn sure she’d never have to know.

He followed her back out and replied, “I can’t. I can’t calm down. You’re practically my niece, and I’ve been helping raise you since you were born, you know that.” He picks his pace up to stay with her, squinting at her words, his ears flattening as he grabs her arm. “...Rosaline, how can you think like that?! Your mother, your father and I- we’re all worried damn sick about you whenever you leave the house. We don’t want you seeing just how dangerous this place can be. Not yet. You need to come home!”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

Are you excited about having a new baby?

“Well, yeah! Really excited! It’s just...the process of actually having the baby seems a lot more painful than I wanted it to be for her...”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

"Stop!" [*Enters conscious, left stage.]

Even when the stranger’s plea reached Eliot’s ears, he pulled the trigger regardless, without faltering in the least; this was his job, and no random woman’s voice was going to stop him.

As soon as he fired the killing shot, he spun on his heel and pointed the still-smoking gun at the woman, firing a warning shot that misses her by mere inches, leaving a bullet hole in the brick wall directly behind her.

“Who the hell are you?” He snaps coldly, finger still on the trigger. “And what made you think you have the right to try to stop me, huh?”

[elliotxmarch-blog]

"Stop!"

Elliot’s finger stopped on the trigger at Amo’s voice- the Faceless underneath his boot- wounded at the ankles and unable to walk- who had been deathly still a moment before now started to squirm again. Elliot casually pressed his foot more firmly against their head, holding them down.

He turns his head towards her, blood streaked on his cheek, and asks, simply, “What for? They’ve got it coming. They owed us.”

[thalia-the-ishvalan]

Send me "Stop!" for my muse's reaction to yours interrupting mine while killing someone.

Bonus points if you identify the person.

[elliotxmarch-blog]

What do you mean by more careful? Did you forget to pull out or put a condom on?

“...That’s none of your business.”