I'm Only After Success

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[oneheartlessceo]

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Heya, it’s Katie/Travis/whatever you wanna call me. I’m using proper typing/grammar for once because I feel like it. There’s a TLDR if needed at the end.

This has been a while coming, but I’m going to stop roleplaying on tumblr. It stresses me out to reply, I forget to anyways most of the time, and it takes me a long time to reply with paragraph style. 

I’ve really enjoyed roleplaying on here, but fact of the matter is, I much prefer rping on skype. Which is why I’m making this post. If we’ve roleplayed in the past or even just chatted, feel free to message me and I’ll give you my Skype, or if you already have me send me a message. I still roleplay on there nearly every day, same fandom or another fandom or ocs or whatever. I’m more relaxed with what I roleplay, since it’s easier to communicate and such, and I usually do chat style but I’ll also do paragraph style or script style, even.

But yeah, I’m probably not going to touch any of my roleplay accounts anymore. Maybe I’ll come back to it someday, but for now, consider me gone. My accounts will still be up and askbox will be open, for archival reasons mostly, but consider all threads ended and I’m not going to start any new ones.

TLDR; if you want to continue a roleplay, or start a new one, ask for my Skype, anyone who I’ve roleplayed with or talked to can ask. Don’t be afraid to, really! But sadly, I’m no longer roleplaying on here. Thanks for reading!

[oneheartlessceo]

ooc (hiatus/closing)

Heya, it’s Katie/Travis/whatever you wanna call me. I’m using proper typing/grammar for once because I feel like it. There’s a TLDR if needed at the end.

This has been a while coming, but I’m going to stop roleplaying on tumblr. It stresses me out to reply, I forget to anyways most of the time, and it takes me a long time to reply with paragraph style. 

I’ve really enjoyed roleplaying on here, but fact of the matter is, I much prefer rping on skype. Which is why I’m making this post. If we’ve roleplayed in the past or even just chatted, feel free to message me and I’ll give you my Skype, or if you already have me send me a message. I still roleplay on there nearly every day, same fandom or another fandom or ocs or whatever. I’m more relaxed with what I roleplay, since it’s easier to communicate and such, and I usually do chat style but I’ll also do paragraph style or script style, even.

But yeah, I’m probably not going to touch any of my roleplay accounts anymore. Maybe I’ll come back to it someday, but for now, consider me gone. My accounts will still be up and askbox will be open, for archival reasons mostly, but consider all threads ended and I’m not going to start any new ones.

TLDR; if you want to continue a roleplay, or start a new one, ask for my Skype, anyone who I’ve roleplayed with or talked to can ask. Don’t be afraid to, really! But sadly, I’m no longer roleplaying on here. Thanks for reading!

[oneheartlessceo]

Yooooo Strife! How are you? Idk if I've talked to this version of you before? Maybe I have. ~Anon 218

Uhm, no, we’ve never talked. Hello…?

[oneheartlessceo]

A year today, sir! I'm glad your family is doing alright. My my, the multiverse is quite quiet, you're right! Anyway, though I haven't got into trouble, I've been thinking on looking over someone else, may you suggest someone for me? Maybe a friend of yours? Thank you, sir. -Pluto

Maybe it’ll pick up again, but I’m appreciating the peace. As long as my friends don’t vanish on me, I don’t mind it, really.

I’m not particularly close to anyone, currently anyways, so I’m not sure I can comfortably recommend anyone. Maybe @magical-mishap, he’s a bit… delicate. But really, I feel that sending you anons to anyone is a bit risky, no offense.

[oneheartlessceo]

Ah yes! A year tomorrow, what perfect timing. I'm afraid I have not gotten up to much, therefore nothing to tell. I hope you and your family- or whoever you may talk to- are doing fine! -Pluto

It’s good you haven’t gotten yourself into any trouble during your absence. The multiverse has been fairly quiet recently, I was under the impression all of you guys had disappeared.

Thank you. My family is doing well.

[oneheartlessceo]

Sir! I'm terribly sorry for my absence. It's me, Pluto. Considering It has been a while, sir, how have you been? -Pluto

Oh, Pluto. It has been awhile since any of you ‘named anons’ have been floating around.

A lot has happened. I suppose I’ve been well. How about you, Pluto? It’s been around a year now since we’ve talked.

[oneheartlessceo]

“Alright, I can do that...” Strife glanced around for the remote, sighing softly when it was out of reach. He shivered slightly when Smith tugged him closer and nuzzled into him, not expecting the cool sensation. He rubbed his back, still looking at the remote. “You’ll need to let me go for a second.”

He blinked and finally looked back at the other. “I mean, you’re a lot more affectionate than I’m... used to. It’s not bothering me, it’s just strange to me. But you don’t have to stop or anything. Do what makes you comfortable.” He kissed Smith’s cheek, then looked back at the remote. Now that he had to grab it, he couldn’t seem to keep his mind off of it.

[oneheartlessceo]

"Yeah, I'm half-drow, alright? So if you're gonna kill me you might as well get it over with. It'll be better than going back to the slums anyway."

“What- I’m not going to kill you! What kind of fairy kills people?” He huffed, crossing his arms. “I was asking out of curiosity! Don’t assume I’m so terrible!” Even though he was a bit nervous about it. They didn’t have that reputation for nothing, now did they? Well, maybe they did, actually.

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife watched him with faint amusement, shrugging. “I could have told you that if you really wanted me to.” He snickered and rocked on his heels a bit. “I knew you were poor, but I didn’t realize you were a cat burglar.”

[thebloodyredking-archived-deact]

“I’m a social outcast for being a mixed race, a drow /and/ a son of a prostitute, how else am I meant to get what I need to survive?” Jack asked as he closed the door again and walked away, “You’ll find most of the thieves and assassins of the city were either raised or still live in the slums.”

[oneheartlessceo]

“You’re doing that thing where you talk about your past again,” Strife noted idly. “And I dunno. Beg for scraps? I’ve never been a social outcast. Most of the time.” He fluttered his wings, then followed after Jack. “I do find that to be true, yes. Thankfully, this party isn’t in the slums, so you’ll get a break.”

[blackwingdcastiel]

Faun Kohai(closed ohc)

[blackwingdcastiel]

“Only using the big guns in dire situations~ don’t want to end up dead because of something meant to make me immortal!” His enthusiasm seemed to be unending, Parvis was bubbling over with energy more often than not.

The fluff of a white faun’s tail twitched excitedly behind him as he hopped over a fallen log with grace. “Careful back there, Strifeykins!”

[oneheartlessceo]

“Not that it does a very good job at keeping you immortal,” Strife muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Despite this, he still kept a smile on his face, happy to see Parvis so happy.

“I’m being as careful as I can. We’re not all as graceful as you are,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the ground to watch his step. He stepped up onto the log and jumped off, managing to land neatly.

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife tapped his chin, thinking for a moment, then traced in hand down his neck. “Only other exposed part is the sides of my neck currently, but I glow wherever my freckles are.” He shrugged. “My face gets brighter than everything else but it’s also on my chest to my hips, back, arms, and legs.”

He slumped slightly when Smith moved away, then smiled when he laid down, patting his head. “Do something? What do you mean?” He tilted his head curiously. “There’s not a lot you can do from your position.”

[magical-mishap]

Smith laughed and looked up at Strife. “Why if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were implying something dirty,” he winked, laughing. He reached over to hold Strife’s hand, and he sighed softly. “I mean something like play a game, I can move you know,” he smiled.

Smiffy sat up again and leaned in to kiss all over Strife’s cheeks and mouth. “Of corse, we could just cuddle, if you’d prefer that. Or we could watch the uh…moving picture thing. The uh…movie? I think is what it’s called,” he frowned, trying to remember what Trott had called it. “The movie?”

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife flushed and whacked Smith’s arm gently. “It’s good you know better, because that was not what I meant in the slightest!” He huffed playfully, letting Smith grab his hand. “A game? What kind of game? There’s... not really a lot you can do here game wise.”

He blushed brighter, shrinking back a bit in surprise at the flurry of kisses. He willed himself to sit still and took a breath. “Uh, it’s up to you. Movies are nice, I like to think. And yes, that’s what they’re called. You can say moving picture, since that’s where they got the name movie from, but people might not understand what you mean.”

[oneheartlessceo]

"Yeah, I'm half-drow, alright? So if you're gonna kill me you might as well get it over with. It'll be better than going back to the slums anyway."

“What- I’m not going to kill you! What kind of fairy kills people?” He huffed, crossing his arms. “I was asking out of curiosity! Don’t assume I’m so terrible!” Even though he was a bit nervous about it. They didn’t have that reputation for nothing, now did they? Well, maybe they did, actually.

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife watched him with faint amusement, shrugging. “I could have told you that if you really wanted me to.” He snickered and rocked on his heels a bit. “I knew you were poor, but I didn’t realize you were a cat burglar.”

[blood-and-music]

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hey y’all, sorry for the lack of replies. i’ve been really stressed recently with my depression kinda ruining my motivation ability. i’ve been trying to do replies, getting distracted, and then… not. 

i’m getting antidepressants soon, so that will help. but that’s gonna be next month or so, and we have to tinker around with the medicine until it works and all. for now, i’m gonna do my best to get replies done, but it will probably still be pretty slow.

so sorry, again, and thank you all for dealing with me <3

[oneheartlessceo]

im gonna reblog this again because its still relevant

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife tapped his chin, thinking for a moment, then traced in hand down his neck. "Only other exposed part is the sides of my neck currently, but I glow wherever my freckles are." He shrugged. "My face gets brighter than everything else but it's also on my chest to my hips, back, arms, and legs."

He slumped slightly when Smith moved away, then smiled when he laid down, patting his head. "Do something? What do you mean?" He tilted his head curiously. "There's not a lot you can do from your position."

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife smiled, nuzzling the other and noting temperature change. "I'm glad you like me too," he murmured in response and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He lowered his hand from his mouth, and thought for a moment. "I don't get too much brighter than this..." He grabbed Smith's hand and held it against his other cheek. "I wouldn't shine through you, but I might illuminate your skin." He blushed a bit more at the kisses, smiling.

[oneheartlessceo]

@magical-mishap 

“I, uh, yeah,” he replied fumblingly. “I hope so too. I don’t really... like people a lot.” Well, that wasn’t perfectly honest. It was more he didn’t act on his feelings often. But close enough.

“I think one of us has said that before,” he agreed, then flushed at the second kiss. He giggled quietly, holding a hand over his mouth to try and muffle it. “Y-yeah. Green.” His ability to talk was slowly deteriorating.

[oneheartlessceo]

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I forgot to say so on here, but my laptop broke, and I don’t know how to crop posts on mobile. So, my threads are gonna be long unless trimmed by my roleplay partners, and I’m gonna be tagging the longer threads with “long post”. Sorry!!

[oneheartlessceo]

“Ah, I’m sorry, I could have sworn you were an angel.” (magical-mishap)

He blinked, unsure how to respond for a moment. “Oh, I…” He blushed, ducking his head. “I don’t believe anyone’s ever made the comparison before. Uh, you are?”

(( @magical-mishap ))

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife struggled to respond, keeping his eyes closed. Sometimes people didn’t want to be comforted, he guessed. “Everything gets older in… a chronological sense. You’ve been on this planet for more than a day, so you’ve aged.” He sighed, unsure how to continue. “You can’t argue that.”

With Smith leaned against him, he flushed, eyes opening once again. “I, uh, do say so,” he replied awkwardly, suddenly aware of their proximity again. “You’re, ah, you’re welcome.”

[magical-mishap]

Smith hummed softly and nodded. “I suppose you’re right,” he agreed. “You’re uh…thank you,” he murmured. He gently set his hand on Strife’s cheek and traced his thumb along the man’s cheek bone. “Thank you,” he whispered again.

The slime leaned in and very gently kissed across Strife’s cheek, and stopped just before the blond’s lips. “Is this okay?” He whispered. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

[oneheartlessceo]

“I generally am right, part of my thing,” he replied jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. He shivered as Smith rubbed his cheek, feeling himself blush brighter and cast a light glow against the other’s hand. “You… you’re welcome.”

Strife squeaked quietly, freezing up from surprise. “I… yeah, that’s…” he swallowed with some difficulty and kissed Smith on the lips instead of stumbling over his words more.

[magical-mishap]

Smith let out a very gentle sound of surprise as Strife’s lips connected with his own. He pulled away slowly and leaned his forehead against the blond’s, his eyes closed. He wanted to stay forever, in this handsome man’s arms, with such security and safety, such a different life to what he had.

“Could this ever work out?” Smiffy whispered. “Do I have any hope of being with you? As more then a friend?” His eyes were still closed, and he leaned over to kiss Strife’s temple. “Can this happen more?”

[oneheartlessceo]

Strife tensed up slightly at the soft gasp, worried he had somehow messed up the social cues, but forced himself to relax as Smith pulled away. He looked at the other with soft eyes, sighing and nuzzling him.

"I think that it could," he replied quietly, "with a lot of effort. But it'd... it'd be really nice." He closed his eyes as well when Smith kissed his temple. "I-if you want it to."