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who’s showing up years later to make a comeback and revamp this blog? yep that would be me
Archetype Inspirations | American beauty & American Psycho
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ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥
jklasdjkasd THANK YOU SO MUCH ??? the same goes right back at you love !!
forgedvoid asked : "can I kiss you?" (from love q. feel free to ignore)
❝ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊. ❞ red ruby eyes find hers, you lean foward dangersly a teasing smirk dancing on your lips for a moment. you wish to bring her out, to see her true colors. because you don’t fear the darkness no matter how dark it can be you have seen, you have felt worse. ❝ come closer and do it love. ❞ your words sound like a whisper and yet they still can sound dangerous to any close ears.
send “can i kiss you?” to see how my muse responds . ↷ @forgedvoid / not accepting.
you convince yourself this is purely out of curiosity , did a GOD’S LIPS taste the same as anyone else’s ? your less interesting eyes stare right into abnormal coloured ones , you are not about to step back , life has thrown a few punches and yet you still stand . a cheeky smile grows from corner to corner of your lips . “ dangerous ? it’s a kiss , hades . unless your lips are made of poison , in which i understand the cold feet .. ” you are leading the moment like you always do , taking a couple of steps closer to him as you tuck your hands inside your jeans’ back pockets . “ so ? are they or not ? ”
@forgedvoid i hope you don’t fall on the mistake of making me ship hades and love because you might regret it. just a warning here 😉😉
.. .. totally not doing that . ever . nope .. is that a possibility though AHEM asking for a friend ..
fullofaces:
brown eyebrows draw a frown on his face, head slightly tilting. honestly, this guy is probably insane because this makes absolutely no sense. but the guy keeps talking && liam listens distractedly as he drinks his coffee. last sip doesn’t go quite right and he finds himself coughing. fucking james barnes ? now eyebrows raise, fingers scratching his temple. what the fuck ?
clear blue eyes watch a face he’s seen on photographs, in the museum. he feels stupid now, more than usual anyway for he used to go to the little museum in brooklyn, the one about captain america && his best friend. and liam, liam would talk to that stupid picture of his ancestor, talk about his day, his worries, his family. ❝ yeah, yeah, i’ve heard about you. grand ma loved you, talked about you a lot. ❞ especially at the end, when she was sick && losing her mind. her brother’s name would echo against the walls, a plea for him to come back && here he is. ❝ you should have gone see her. ❞ serious twist of his mouth betrays his anger, how dare a brother so cherished leave his family behind ?
two feelings battle each other , he belongs , he fits somewhere within such a large city it would so often eat him whole -- but he sees the anger that twists the other’s face , and his nightmares return -- his sister never knew that he lived , more so as an enemy to the nation as opposite to what he was when he saw her for the last time . mouth makes a straight line as he remembers that , mother holding rebecca as both did their best not to cry in front of him .
the soldier returns , one of his fingers scratch the table lightly . “ i -- wasn’t around . ” such a cold answer when he feels his chest bursting . “ .. in new york . i’d like to visit her sometime . ” blue eyes look behind the other at no specific target , steve’s super soldier story would hopefully cover his and he wouldn’t have to explain what had happened in order for him not to be there for his family .
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GODD getting this from a blog that i admire and have a crush on IS THE BEST ??? thank you so much friend ! the same goes right back at you !!
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wifey !! we haven’t talked that much but know that i love you so so much and that i admire you <3 thank you so much for this
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jklasdjk THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ! the same goes right back at you ! i love your blog and character !
unseencne:
𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎. or if you should let it clear that you knew what had happen and even better that was no need to fear for your mouth would not be open. ❝ now we both know that is not the truth don’t we ? ❞ your words are calm, you have known death for so long you understand it better than most. the smell of a fight is clear but not clear enough to say whom had started what. she was a fighter you can tell, but what kind of a fight would she truly be ? you are curious to know but at the same time you wish to be careful.
YOU ARE NOT READY FOR IT , it’s almost like the truth just punched your chest , did you give away any signs of a lie ? -- there is someone laying on the floor and you are the only one around , that seems like a good enough reason . “ i -- i w-- ‘m sorry , who are you ? ” your hand goes up to cover your forehead for a second , a frown shows how confused and lost you are . whoever this guy was , he meant trouble . your own trouble .
captainrcgrs:
clever green orbs avoid his, her usually stubborn gaze stay low, down. it’s unusual, dare he say strange && he wonders if it’s out of shame or if she’s looking for ways out. selina is a river, water in his hands that he can’t hold, always escaping him. but he knows better than to tighten his fists, to try && grasp it too hard for he knows only by cupping it would he be able to do the same. he hopes selina would be the same, that if tended to carefully, maybe she’ll stay. but it seems that everything he did, everything he does don’t work for there’s not an ounce of trust in him, he builds sandcastles every day that the sea destroys at night – there’s nothing left in the morning. but he doesn’t plan to stop for he sees something in her, he believes he could be a good friend to her, if she just gave him a chance.
he offers a kind smile as her gaze meets his, it slightly widens as he spots her own smile, some warmth blossoming in his chest. nails scratches the back of his neck, head sheepishly bowing. he feels crimson on the apple of his cheeks, head slightly shaking, ❛ i was raised in the twenties actually. ❜ a shrug, shyness in the way wide shoulders cave, he feels stupid. words pass his lips around her, steve has no idea why it does, most times, he feels like she doesn’t even care. her words are his command, it’s ridiculous how fast he’s on his feet, reaching for a bottle before fingers hesitate, ❛ red or white ? ❜ natasha likes wine, he doesn’t know how but there are always bottles in his kitchen. amused smile on his lips, he looks up, watching the relaxed lines of her figure. maybe he’s actually doing something right.
perfectly polished nails have now finished adjusting her shoe’s strap , she no longer resembles a feral cat , lost and ready to climb walls , she is calm , collected , though her eyes quickly check the window for any blue lights out there once again . a sharp smile shot his way as he mentions how old he is , despite how odd it was , it brought even more charm into him . “ yes , hard to remember how old you are sometimes . ” teeth show behind that red lipstick in a genuine smile for the first time since she got there , hands slide down the outside of her legs to meet at her knees and overlap one another then , she doesn’t want to make herself a guest , her head still feels empty , but she catches herself compelled to stay for a little longer . “ i doubt i’m the best company but -- red , please . ” eyes scan her surrounding then , this time not to look for anything that could frame her , but through the eyes of someone that has been curious to know what the very own american icon held dear and what did he like to do for a hobby -- impressive how her eyes can only spot books and a presumably forgotten tv in the corner of the room at first glance , eyebrows instinctively raise at the realisation . “ a glass of wine and a book for when you’re alone ? very charming and old-school . ”
@forgedvoid asked: "You’ve got this" from Maeve Wiley
terror in her clear irises is easy to spot, it’s easy to understand. those are dark times, the ones he thought he would never live through for he thought the world more evolved. peace, peace is what matters, one only had to study muggles’ history to know that fact. the boy doesn’t necessarily wish to have more contact with muggles but at the same time, he doesn’t see the harm in them living their lives in their world && wizards in their own. when looking at her face, at the optimism she still displays, maximilian knows her to be strong for you only see strength when faced with fear – and the girl is bathing in fear. barely there smile graces his lips, blue hues finding hers, ❝ i know. i’m not worried, ❞ he uses the context of those lessons, of that fear of a bad grade to hint at a more serious matter, ❝ are you ? ❞ && he knows her to be smart enough to understand the subtext.
dark eyes stare into blue-clear ones , one of the few people she can trust within her own house . the majority of the slytherin students will rule off people like HER in a heartbeat , but she does not step back , she is ready to fight , regardless of how fear seemed to have hosted itself within her very own bones . sleeping is a luxury of the past , it starts to show through dark circles under her eyes . “ i’m terrified .. ” irony drips from her mouth , but a smile soon follows . “ .. for you , i mean . ” the smile grows a little more only to die out at the hit of reality , she knows what he suddenly referred to . “ tensions are high -- especially amongst us .. ” eyes scan their surroundings , despite all of them wearing the same uniform , maeve does not feel part of a group , much like an OUTSIDER
theblckheir:
he watches the hesitation play out on his brother’s face, worry immediately grips his heart for what could be so important that he insisted to greet him in the afterlife ? it must be a bad news, something terrible && he has to admit, he did think he would have no more bad surprises once he was dead. arms cross on his chest before he rolls his eyes, huff of relief escaping his lips, ❝ yeah, i know the guy is back. been back for year and a half now. ❞ something is terribly wrong with his brother for he is looking down, a clear sign of weakness which father disapproved of. ❝ just spit it out, reg, it’s not like i’m going to kill you or something. ❞ words tear a smile out of him, the endless possibilities of joke he now has at his disposal. what follows does make his head tilt, speaking of feelings is not something they do or are particularly good at. ❝ shit, i’m really getting worried now, reg. and i, i don’t know, i was told you were killed by voldemort or one of your other pals, that you wanted out and they didn’t like that. ❞ fuck, how did his brother die then ?
he sees worry in his brother’s young features and he understands then , the afterlife was never meant to be riddled with these kind of emotions as his has been . “ if only kreacher would’ve found a way to destroy it .. ugh. ” one hand rubs his own forehead as he chuckles at his brother’s attempt of a joke before he proceeds . “ voldemort holds a fragment of his soul within A HORCRUX , he seeks immortality , i handed it to kreacher to destroy it -- you must see this potter kid as soon as possible , warn him . ” if his younger self was to watch him , young regulus would be in terror , he would see a man trying to amend the world instead of destroying it . “ there was a price to pay in order to reach it , this is the only way we have to stop voldemort .. ” pleading eyes , if luck shines on their side then sirius will be able to reach potter .
THE MUN
NAME: rute NICKNAME: n/a FACECLAIM: uuh.. i don’t have one? well i sometimes use baby yoda for ooc replies PRONOUNS: she/her HEIGHT: 5'4 / 163cm BIRTHDAY: 21 feb AESTHETIC: black clothes, dark circles under eyes, globe, cats, red neon sign saying ‘anxiety’ LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: used to the darkness by des rocs FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: all my babies in my muses list atm !
THE MUSE(S)
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE: if it is a new one i probably am watching a new tv show, if not it will always be character that i’ve played in the past. i usually go for the misunderstood somehow? meh
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: i like how different my muses list can be? i go from human british high school student to american witches/vampires that are literal menaces.
WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: either fanvideos or scenes of that character, music sometimes, pinterest boards
FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: aaaah all kinds? i will forever be a sucker for angst obviously
BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: every muse i play can be so different in a way, i feel that i often struggle with character that are not evil or fell down the monster hole though, the purest babies i have are the hardest to play (like maeve and jughead)
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Maeve Wiley in every episode ☼ 1.01
long dark hair are pushed behind her ears with elegant fingers, eyes downcast as she walks in the corridors. feet are hurried, books held tight against her chest. dulcea only wishes to reach the library, he’s waiting for her after all. he’s her friend, the best of all, holding her together when everything falls apart. atmosphere is dark these days, death is lingering around, scaring everyone into submission or into fighting mode. there seems to be no in between but she doesn’t feel so involved, dulcea feels attached only to him, to regulus. there’s not much she holds sacred, not much that breaks or makes her, she’s free. her smile stretches on pink lips as she finds black hair, ❝ hey, reg. ❞ voice is soft as she sits next to him.
@forgedvoid / plotted starter for regulus.
it is hard to concentrate regardless of how much he pushes himself . the slytherin house respects him , everyone knows his family , but he still feels that detachment from social gatherings , something that would paint him a gloomy vibe . he doesn’t want to scare THIS particular friend away though , he must be on his best behaviour , that idea ends up consuming all his thoughts . the black-haired boy jumps on his seat as he hears someone addressing him , his right hand immediately raised to his temple for no apparent reason as he takes a deep breath . onyx eyes look to find the source of that voice to meet -- her . “ dulcea , hi ” a soft smile that would be easily missed brushes his lips as he closes the book in front of him then . “ i was beginning to think you had forgotten our study section ” he plays it off , chuckling softly .