[quit] the fault of the brave-hearted

Is the brand of a h e r o; a blessing or a curse? Is the mark of an a n g e l; something you can reverse? STATUS: Obsolete

[heroic-dichotomy]

It is with great sorrow that I announce the inevitable closure of this blog, and all RP activities pertaining to it.

I regret to say that there is no longer any incentive for me to remain in the RP community of Tumblr (at least, none as of late.) At this point, the prospect of even quitting Tumblr entirely has become quite the tempting option for me. @_@

I will, however, leave this blog up for my perusing pleasure, as some of the threads I’ve written here still hold a special place in my heart. There are, however, some very important things I’d like to reiterate for all of you who’ve stuck around.

1) My OCs’ relationships with yours will remain valid, and dear to me.

My headcanons will not die, and neither will the scenarios we’ve so enthusiastically played out. However, the fact that such a promise comes off so flimsily on a website such as Tumblr is part of the reason why I’m turning in my unofficial resignation. 

Though I’ve been let down my numerous people in the past with regards to this, I can vouch that the relationships we’ve nurtured will remain a substantial part of not just my RP experience, but the core from which all these beautiful interactions have surfaced — my mind and heart.

Of course, if you’d still like to continue nurturing them with me, I’d be more than happy to oblige — just not on Tumblr. :D

2) Though I have quit RP-ing on Tumblr, I will continue to RP on the following platforms (in order of activity):

Skype [**I will most definitely be here on a daily basis]

FanFiction.net

Of course, if you’re still interested in interacting with me (heck, I sure am), feel free to suggest any other possible platform and I might consider giving it a go — just not on Tumblr. @_@

If you would like to drop me a suggestion/message, feel free to visit my askbox on my main account (which I probably won’t close down… yet. :O)

Thanks for all the fun times everyone! Arrivederci! 

[heroic-dichotomy]

Askbox for this blog has officially been closed. See you guys anywhere else! :)

[heroic-dichotomy]

OOC: The Departure

It is with great sorrow that I announce the inevitable closure of this blog, and all RP activities pertaining to it.

I regret to say that there is no longer any incentive for me to remain in the RP community of Tumblr (at least, none as of late.) At this point, the prospect of even quitting Tumblr entirely has become quite the tempting option for me. @_@

I will, however, leave this blog up for my perusing pleasure, as some of the threads I've written here still hold a special place in my heart. There are, however, some very important things I'd like to reiterate for all of you who've stuck around.

1) My OCs' relationships with yours will remain valid, and dear to me.

My headcanons will not die, and neither will the scenarios we've so enthusiastically played out. However, the fact that such a promise comes off so flimsily on a website such as Tumblr is part of the reason why I'm turning in my unofficial resignation. 

Though I've been let down my numerous people in the past with regards to this, I can vouch that the relationships we've nurtured will remain a substantial part of not just my RP experience, but the core from which all these beautiful interactions have surfaced -- my mind and heart.

Of course, if you'd still like to continue nurturing them with me, I'd be more than happy to oblige -- just not on Tumblr. :D

2) Though I have quit RP-ing on Tumblr, I will continue to RP on the following platforms (in order of activity):

Skype [**I will most definitely be here on a daily basis]

FanFiction.net

Of course, if you're still interested in interacting with me (heck, I sure am), feel free to suggest any other possible platform and I might consider giving it a go -- just not on Tumblr. @_@

If you would like to drop me a suggestion/message, feel free to visit my askbox on my main account (which I probably won't close down... yet. :O)

Thanks for all the fun times everyone! Arrivederci! 

[heroic-dichotomy]

That moment when you feel like your writing has been reduced to a sloppy mess but you still owe people at least a hundred and one things that involve writing. .-.

[chroniclesoffireflies]

~Lighting Up the Sky~ (Starter for heroic-dichotomy)

Sunlight shone through the cafe window as Colette leaned back on her chair, watching upside-down her friend, Mana Evans, wipe down the previously occupied tables. The sound of chatter and laughter seemed like but a dream now, now that most students had left, leaving unspoken thoughts and silence in their wake.

Just another slow time, Colette supposed, listening to the footsteps of her friend when the door opened again. 

"Welcome!" Mana called out. Colette closed her eyes. "I’ll be with you in a moment-" She gasped.

Opening her eyes, Colette picked up, cutting through the sudden silence. “Mana, what’s wrong-” She sat up, turning to face the customers with a bright smile.

"Sandy! Zion! Long time no see!"

[heroic-dichotomy]

Perhaps if the circumstances at the time had been just a tad bit more benign, such a cheery greeting from a face so fondly familiar would have instantly sparked off a heartfelt exchange -- one packed to the brim with sugar-coated smiles, laughs and conversational cliches galore.

They hadn't. 

"OUTTA THE WAY!!!!"

And then, came the deafening holler, one that turned to ruins what remained of the serenity that once lingered so alluringly in the quaint atmosphere of the cafe. With the unwelcome vocal ambush came a frenetic flurry of motions, all revolving around a figure that came darting through the maze of tables, chairs and every other appurtenance that graced the cozy interior.

It wasn't long before he skidded to a halt at the centre of the cafe, panting noisily from the exertion of running for God knows how long. "Phew-- okay, no way in hell that guy'll find us-- oh, heya, Colette." At the sight of his partner-in-mischief, the copper-haired intruder immediately flopped down into a seat next to her, flashing a toothy grin as though nothing had happened. "Sooooo, how's--"

"Mothwing." A gloved hand slammed itself onto the table, cutting off the blithe words in an upsurge of authority. "The second he comes in here, you're going to be the one to ex--," he faltered for a while, pupils flicking across the room with a sudden hike in awareness, ".... plain...."

At once, the blinding rage gave way to a sudden wave of self-consciousness -- one that caused tension to wane, melting gradually off the limbs of the other boy who had been addressed as he sank sluggishly into yet another vacant chair situated at the table, slumping over in resignation. "Hello, Mana.... Colette....," he acknowledged the two companions with whom he'd neglected to keep in touch for quite a well, albeit in a tone muffled by a crippling embarrassment. 

[heroic-dichotomy]

black-hearted evil ;

                                                        ; brave-hearted hero

        i am all ...

                                                                ... i am all ...

                                         I AM.

[the-write-ideas]

repeat after me: "I do not owe anybody ANYTHING.” 

[roleplayerscoffeeshop]

#sometimes I think folks around here need that reminder #everything you do here is for your own personal enjoyment and is out of your own freetime #never let anybody make you feel small #or not important #you are #and most importantly is your happiness #you are worth every chance of it #don’t let anyone take that from you #by claiming #you ‘owe’ them something #not a reply #not a giveaway prize #not a meme #not an edit #nothing #not if doing so doesn’t lend to your happiness and personal wellbeing #remember that #take time to love yourself #because somebody should be so lucky #as to love you (via the-write-ideas.)

[heroic-dichotomy]

OOC: If I had to pick a song that symbolizes Sandor and his struggles throughout Project Psyche in all their entirety, it would have to be this. ._.

[heroic-dichotomy]

"You've been gone a long time."

ƸӜƷ — The voice that came echoing back was surprisingly hollow… though not uncharacteristically such. He’d been hollow for a great deal of his lifetime, shifting back and forth between the illusion of wholeness and the grudging acceptance of the lack thereof.

"Well, I’m back." He flashed a weary smile. "What, not gonna gimme a hug? Well… guess you probably didn’t miss me that much." He attempted to crack a joke.

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ƸӜƷ — Does it even matter?

He felt nascent cries clog up the tunnel of his throat, denying him his right to steady breaths and wispy words of ambiguity that might have hurt significantly less. His expression remained eerily fixed, framed around the casual mood he’d intended to fake all the way, though hints of a storm churning relentlessly underneath bubbled through on occasion — through the cracks in his empty smile and the chasms beneath his copper-laden gaze. 

Hollow, hollow all the way.

"I just…," he began, before realizing (with a sudden tinge of panic) that his stock of half-baked distractions had completely run dry.

"I… I didn’t— well, why do you even care?” He sprung this on her almost abruptly, and the boy didn’t seem to realize that his two-ton excuse of a smile had caved in.

[verdxgris]

——-‹❀› If only I wasn’t a such a coward.

Her throat constricted as if the emotions welling in her core had clawed hands that gripped her neck with a malicious vice, intent on breaking her and revealing her raw and ugly self to the world——to him. Tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes, each drop containing all the wretched feelings that plagued her——that made her despair over how pitiful she was——and Sakura swallowed a sob, still resisting the affliction of the heart that had damaged them both.

Whatever happened to our hearts, my love?

Her nose turned pink and her cheeks flushed with the onslaught of tears that began to ravage her facade——so it had failed her, after all——and though she cursed her slipping composure, the tumultuous affection that she desperately tried to smother making its way to the surface in a rushing flood, one that she could not control.

"Why do I even care?" she repeated, voice now a choked whisper that only grew higher with each syllable that fell from her lips. "Why do I even care?" came the reiteration, filled with anguish and a demand tinged with betrayal. Anger bubbled beneath her skin, flowing through her tears and residing in the clench of her fists and in the fierce green of her eyes. "Are you stupid? What makes you think—” she gestured animatedly, hands flying through the air and running through her pink locks, agitated and frustrated in their movements, “—that I wouldn’t give a damn, huh? That your upping and leaving and then coming back like nothing ever happened—even between us——wouldn’t affect me in the slightest?”

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ƸӜƷ — "... Yeah," he breathed, in a tone so threadbare it wore away at just the tiny spark of effort he'd mustered to set the sole word free, meaningless though it was. It came tumbling feebly out of a state of blankness -- traces of which manifesting in the barren copper wastelands of his eyes. For a while, it seemed almost as though his soul had escaped him, fleeing hastily into an unseen realm in a desperate attempt to unravel itself.

"Yeah," he uttered again, and once again, not a hint of himself came with the hollow chunk of noise masquerading as a word. It wasn't long, however, before a tinge of mania settled in, seeping through his senses like a swelling drop of venom. 

".... How would I know?" At last, he lifted his head so that his gaze was level with hers. "Even if you say you care, you could be lying, right? D'you have any idea how easy it is to just say something and not mean it-- but hey, I guess it's just flippin' alright because you said it, right?" As the words regressed into strained breaths, an eerie chuckle bubbled through, mingling recklessly with the inhales and the exhales. "But, hey, I could answer that question for ya' if you want," he offered with a smile that seemed more out-of-place than anything -- one marred with acute symptoms of madness -- as he lifted a hand to shield his eyes. "'What makes me think you don't give a damn', or whatever. So, you want me to answer first? Or do you wanna just go berserk on me?"

[heroic-dichotomy]

"You've been gone a long time."

ƸӜƷ — The voice that came echoing back was surprisingly hollow… though not uncharacteristically such. He’d been hollow for a great deal of his lifetime, shifting back and forth between the illusion of wholeness and the grudging acceptance of the lack thereof.

"Well, I’m back." He flashed a weary smile. "What, not gonna gimme a hug? Well… guess you probably didn’t miss me that much." He attempted to crack a joke.

[verdxgris]

——-‹❀› A strange forced began to pull her heart down into the deep pit of insecurity that only bubbled over her straining limits with his departure. She swallowed, keeping her face poker straight, though her traitorous, always-expressive eyes betrayed any emotion she struggled to hide.

His words washed over her, and her skin suddenly burned with memories of people leaving——always leaving——and she pushed them down with effort, refusing to let them take over her derailing mind, which grew more unstable with his absence. Sakura rubbed her arm, eyes cast downwards, staring into a vast nothingness only she could see.

"You…" she struggled, though her voice was flat, heavy, almost. She berated herself for how pathetic she sounded, collected front nearly dissipating as turbulent emotion reared its ugly head in her heart. "You didn’t even say goodbye"

[heroic-dichotomy]

ƸӜƷ — Does it even matter?

He felt nascent cries clog up the tunnel of his throat, denying him his right to steady breaths and wispy words of ambiguity that might have hurt significantly less. His expression remained eerily fixed, framed around the casual mood he'd intended to fake all the way, though hints of a storm churning relentlessly underneath bubbled through on occasion -- through the cracks in his empty smile and the chasms beneath his copper-laden gaze. 

Hollow, hollow all the way.

"I just...," he began, before realizing (with a sudden tinge of panic) that his stock of half-baked distractions had completely run dry.

"I... I didn't-- well, why do you even care?" He sprung this on her almost abruptly, and the boy didn't seem to realize that his two-ton excuse of a smile had caved in.

[heroic-dichotomy]

"You've been gone a long time."

ƸӜƷ — The voice that came echoing back was surprisingly hollow… though not uncharacteristically such. He’d been hollow for a great deal of his lifetime, shifting back and forth between the illusion of wholeness and the grudging acceptance of the lack thereof.

"Well, I’m back." He flashed a weary smile. "What, not gonna gimme a hug? Well… guess you probably didn’t miss me that much." He attempted to crack a joke.

[chroniclesoffireflies]

The Darkest Night (Starter w/ Cerys Whitlock and Merle Ling)

[heroic-dichotomy]

[义] — Footsteps sounded in an urgent rhythm, colliding in the atmosphere with distraught cries as they rose steadily up the decibel scale. At once, the newcomer fell on his knees, brows furrowed in tension as he arched over, examining Merle’s body in earnest detail.

"Tell me what happened," he instructed brusquely, casting away the need for formalities as naturally as he’d always done. He hastily squirmed his way out of his jacket, wrapping it around the mess of flesh, blood and wounds as he pressed forth. A distinct aura of luminosity began materializing around his rigid form.

[chroniclesoffireflies]

The brusque voice came out of nowhere, a knife cutting through the sound the blood racing through her ears. Finally noticing the young man besides her, Agent Whitlock flinched, almost drawing her gun out, until he pressed his jacket against Merle’s wounds. “W-What?” She stuttered through tears, while taking shaky, irregular breathes. “W-Who are you-“

He started to glow, but that was least of her worries- normally, humans aren’t supposed to be luminscient, but considering her daily encounters with the supernatural, a glowing human being would count for normal. More importantly, he was the help. She didn’t know him, but trusting him seemed to be the only option now.

"They were-they tortured him, they used blades, they were going to kill him.  This shouldn’t have happened to him- this is my fault, I should’ve been in his place, I was the one who- Please save him. I can’t lose him- he’s my partner, he’s my friend and I can’t do this with him-"

She broke off, sobbing, unable to continue. 

[heroic-dichotomy]

[义] — In the midst of shattered words and turbulent emotions, Zion strove hard to retain focus. His set-in-stone expression warranted no more than a twitch or two -- nuances that surfaced at the clumsily-worded mention of torture.

His logical mind took the liberty of casting curses on his conscience -- hexes to silence the visceral reactions that ravaged its core, fighting desperately for a chance to manifest. Fortunately, the totality of the gruesome sights he'd seen up until then had proven more than beneficial in fortifying his mental barriers. 

As seconds filed dutifully past, ever-so-loyal to the absolution of time, the aura in which he'd encased himself intensified, and at once, he directed a portion of the energy along the abstract valves through which they flowed, straight to the tips of his battle-hardened fingers. Holding his jacket in his place, he placed a single, glowing finger onto the drenched fabric, lightly tracing the extent of Merle's wounds as he let the energy seep through. With these careful motions, he slowly sealed up the incisions, working meticulously across his tattered body in the fashion of a seasoned craftsman. 

Not a word did he utter as he put his healing to use.

[aseaofquotes]

Andrew Smith, 100 Sideways Miles

[chroniclesoffireflies]

The Darkest Night (Starter w/ Cerys Whitlock and Merle Ling)

She didn’t know where they were. But that didn’t matter- all that mattered was the life breathing, shuttering, living, bleeding profoundly in her lap. His body was littered with cut and stab wounds and bruises that bloomed into purple flowers.

Merle.

This was all her fault.

"Merle? Merle." CANDLE Agent Cerys Whitlock repeated, trembling as she grasped her partner’s hand caked in blood. Some of it soaked into her own clothing. She didn’t care.

Blearily, Merle blinked before groaning in pain. “Cerys…? You didn’t-“

"I’m sorry Merle." She answered, unsuccessfully blinking back tears. "They were going to kill you and I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t- I can’t lose you-"

"It’s okay…" He cut her off with a soft, gentle voice. With his other hand, he cupped his partner’s cheek, slowly thumbing away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "It’s fine, I’m fine-" 

He coughed violently, a spurt of blood oozing out. Frantically, Cerys laid him flat on the ground as she ripped her sweater off to press it against one of Merle’s wounds.

"Hang in there, Merle. Ye going to be just fine; ye just haveta stay awake. Don’t close ye eyes, stay with me, Merle- MERLE!" He had closed his eyes then as if in resignation to his fate. Cerys froze as the world shattered at her feet. She threw her head back and screamed at the heavens. Begging. Pleading.

"Someone please help, he’s bleeding out, he’s going to die-DON’T GO MERLE. DON’T YOU DARE GO. No, no, no, no, stay alive, don’t leave me. God, if you exist, please don’t take him from me, PLEASE SOMEBODY GOD SAVE HIM!" 

[heroic-dichotomy]

[义] — Footsteps sounded in an urgent rhythm, colliding in the atmosphere with distraught cries as they rose steadily up the decibel scale. At once, the newcomer fell on his knees, brows furrowed in tension as he arched over, examining Merle's body in earnest detail.

"Tell me what happened," he instructed brusquely, casting away the need for formalities as naturally as he'd always done. He hastily squirmed his way out of his jacket, wrapping it around the mess of flesh, blood and wounds as he pressed forth. A distinct aura of luminosity began materializing around his rigid form.

[alissamarietart]

WARNING to the supernatural fandom who are not yet aware of the situation that has been going on today: there is someone sending anonymous messages in the fandom preying on people with depression and trying to push them into suicide

they are stalking peoples’ personal tags/posts and targeting people who have expressed struggles with depression, self harm, and suicide attempts, and other similar struggles and are preying on those people to purposely push themselves into suicide and self harm

it should also be noted this isn’t a typical case of “i think i am a cool kid” bullying who gets scared and guilty and leaves when they see a reaction

this person has genuinely enjoyed seeing others hurt and hospitalized (and some people HAVE been hospitalized.) their actions have only increased and they’ve only gotten bolder and more cruel the more they see their actions are working.

this person genuinely enjoys not only pushing people into self harm and suicide, but actually succeeding, as they’ve only gotten bolder after a few people have actually harmed themselves. they know exactly what they are doing. any negative/distressed reaction has only encouraged them so far.

if you get a message from this person, it’s honestly probably best not to respond considering how much they have loved negative/sad/angry/distressed reactions. track their ip address if you can or something to try to report them, not just to tumblr but to authorities that can actually do something about this person in real life, and block them

also do not believe them if they claim to be your neighbor and/or know you in real life. they have claimed this to several users, and obviously it’s not true seeing as no one can be neighbors to multiple different people living in multiple different locations.

i know it’s really hard to control your reactions when you get a message like that, especially when you struggling with depression, self harm, suicidal feelings, etc (speaking from the experience of someone who has dealt with all of these), but please, try not to let it get to you, try to ignore it. this is someone playing a sick game on total strangers. this is not someone that knows you personally. this is not a person who has any grounds what so ever to be speaking about in any way. you have many people who love you and would miss you if this anon got to you.

[heroic-dichotomy]

OOC: Heads Up!

Finals are over so I'm back for realz this time. :> Drop me a plot/starter if you want to, guys. :*

[heroic-dichotomy]

[PLOT WAITING LIST]

Ace Attorney AU with chroniclesoffireflies

Tokyo Ghoul AU with verdxgris

(unspecified --road trip verse--) with verdxgris

(unspecified) with hawtladiesman

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

“I love tormenting my friends with sad rp scenarios and the potential of it, and not going into it at all. I’m so evil, I love to make them feel everything I write~ Makes me feel good as a writer.”