━ MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE!

indie michael mell rp blog | selective | written by hunter

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APHRODITE         laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO         glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES          armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS        keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA         discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER         soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS         drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS         the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA         resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES         devil-may-care smile,  always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.  

POSEIDON          storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS         thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un-natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake.juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

TAGGED BY     @twiicelost

TAGGING      @keanuxreevesxsquip, @lohstnfound, @atyped, @honcybadger

[playercne-blog]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.   ( pls  repost  not  reblog )

BASICS

NAME: Isabelle/Hunter PRONOUNS:   she/them SEXUALITY:   bi/pan! TAKEN OR SINGLE:   taken

THREE FACTS

1.      I have two pet mice named Apollo and Fenrir 2.      I am a supervisor at Freddy’s Frozen Custard & Steakburgers 3.      I have a Hobbit tattoo!

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I think its like 6+ years? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:   RPHaven, Chatzy, text, skype, tumblr BEST EXPERIENCE: Honestly, in terms of activity, it was when I roleplayed characters from Supernatural. I’ve had a few good experiences with ocs, but sadly not as many haha. My Rick and Morty blog was my FAVORITE though

MUSE PREFERENCES

>FEMALE OR MALE:   Female for ocs, male for canon? I just struggle watching media in general, and don’t feel like I have much to add to or fix in female character’s storylines MULTI OR SINGLE:   Single/multi. I prefer single muses for organization sake, but for my ocs I tend to just make one big blog for them all bc logging in and out gets tiring.

WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:   I'm really good at angst, and I’m working on not being tired by fluff lol PLOTS OR MEMES:   Plots and memes? But not too many memes LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:   Medium to long BEST TIME TO WRITE:   Late late late night. That’s really when I get the most done. Or when I’m in transit ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I’ve noticed that I tend to choose characters I can relate to a lot, lol. This isn’t the case on like @staticnamed or my oc blog @rosewaterhearts, but Michael? Gay loser with a penchant for unrequited love and video games? Absolutely. Not much of a stoner tho

tagged by:  @twiicelost​!!!

tagging: @keanuxreevesxsquip​, @honcybadger​, @atyped​, @sensesdialed​

[playercne-blog]

hey hi sorry i am making my grand return to the stage! apologies for the disappearance, i just had to leave home and struggle through the end of the semester and most of my time has been devoted to working so that way i can afford to live lol. but i’m back! it’s summer and i’m free to write and do shiz

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@keanuxreevesxsquip​ cont

Squip, wasn’t sure why he’d been dragged out to the small celebration, but his host hadn’t given him time to protest. So he simply sat with them. He did attempt to discourage Jeremy from drinking, or to at least let him shut down just in case it affected him. Weirdly enough, in his ‘human’ form any alcohol Jeremy drank didn’t affect him, or at least was not affecting him like it had the last time.

He watched the celebration with some interest, glancing up as Jeremy headed out for snacks. He narrowed his eyes and sighed turning his attention back to the show. as the count down started Squip shifted wondering where his host act usually went before looking over at Michael curiously as the other stood and approached him. He turned to him, tilting his head. He blinked as Michael rested his hand on his cheek and stared at the human in confusion.

“Michael..? what are you….!” he was cut off as Michael tugged him down into a kiss. The supercomputer made a strange glitchy noise as his eyes widened in shock. He felt his face heat up and he completely froze confusion and shock freezing his systems. A few seconds passed before he could move. instead of pulling away how ever, he leaned in returning the kiss lightly.

Maybe, the alcohol was affecting him.

the glitchy noise almost makes him want to laugh, because of course that’s the kind of noise that the squip would make when he’s surprised kiss.  that thought is what actually makes him realize that he’s kissing the squip, and yet he doesn’t pull away.  the robot’s face is warm under his fingers, and has gone unnaturally still, and maybe michael’s thinking of pulling away now, embarrassment and shame building up in his system under the influence of the alcohol and weed.  it can never truly be kept at bay.  but...  to his surprise, the squip kisses back.

he makes a small, very human sound himself, leaning in and kissing him a bit more thoroughly now.  his free hand fists a little in the squip’s shirt, tugging him that much closer.  and then he’s pulling away, cheeks a little darker, wondering if the static electricity is normal.  he licks his lips, and there’s that metallic taste associated with electricity.  “...huh,” he says.  huh.

[outofcontextnewgirl]

[staticnamed]

                                                                                    i talk to you as if you’re                           really there.

                 are you there, sweetheart?   do you know me?   is this microphone live?

                    you’re in the hallway again. the radio is playing your favorite song.                            you’re in the hallway. open the door again. open the door.

indie horror oc based on concepts from   POETRY,  PT SILENT HILL,                                        WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE,   &  HOUSE OF LEAVES

                                                                                                 about & story:  one.  two.  three.

                                                               written by hunter.

[biicornarchive]

iribells:

┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ treating characters as the multi-faceted works they are and not taking a single trait or running gag and conflating it to be their entire personality ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔

[dickenusse]

what I say: my inbox is always open! :)

what I mean: ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ

[professoroaks]

You really didn’t know until now, did you? That he has become more than just a friend. And he looks at you and you wonder how someone could love you that much. So here it is: the truth. He loved you then, he loves you now, there is nothing more to say.

The question is: Does he know you love him this much too? (via cass1x1)

[playercne-blog]

established relationships call  !

under the cut will be a few relationships that i’d love to have with y’all!!! whether or not ships develop from there, well... we’ll see, haha. but yeah, like this post if you’re interested at all, or reply to it, or send me a message!!!

long-lost childhood best friend  -  aka a friend that he had in elementary school, alongside jeremy. then, they moved away, or went to a different school. but! woahie, they run into each other again, either in high school or college

party friends  -  in which, on the rare occasion michael goes to a party (or more frequent occasion, in the post-squip verse), there’s one person he ends up with in the corner every time, chatting. the conversation probably doesn’t go deep, or at least not for a bit

neighbors  -  though not exactly friends, they’ve spent the majority of their lives interacting. block parties, game nights, they always get stuck together. (possibly slight frenemies dynamic?)

family friends  -  similar to the neighbors one, but they don’t live next to each other (or, combined with the neighbors one). definite (but probably not serious) frenemies dynamic - think jared and evan from dear evan hansen.

theatre kids  -  specifically for michael’s theatre verse, they’re mostly friends based on circumstance. and, it’s really hard not to bond with people you’ve gone through such stress with, at that point.

bully/ex-bully  -  aka basically any popular kid, since they’re bound to pick on him at some point. could be full on bullying or passive, but either way... banter, anyone?

toxic friends  -  fucking 100%, any kind of toxic friendship i’m here for (aka i love writing toxic relationships in general (yes, romantic too) but i do not condone them at all, obviously), just shoot me any ideas for this.

gaming buddy  -  similar to the friend he played warcraft with. he spends a lot of time gaming, and has obviously formed friendships through it, from all over the world. this is essentially his version of a pen pal.

social media mutuals  -  yeah, okay, so he doesn’t use social media often. maybe some twitter, NEVER facebook, and even tumblr. he has mutuals, some people he’s never talked to but liked their posts from afar, and vice versa, and then there are the mutuals he talks to whenever he’s online about random interests. this would be a great kick-off for an irl friendship!

OTHER!!! i am open to lots of ideas pls just message me haha

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lazy roleplayer symbol meme

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splattermemes‌:

Send in a symbol and I’ll:

@ : reply to one of your open starters

?? : write you a starter

+ : go through the memes you’ve reblogged and send one in

!!! : write a headcanon about our muses

% : write a drabble about our muses

$$$ : go through your wishlist tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

♬ : write a starter based on your blog music

… : write a headcanon based on one of the aus in your verse page

^^ : go through your muse’s aesthetic tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

# : write a headcanon based on one of your side muses / npcs

[playercne-blog]

i really want some more established relationships (platonic - i really, REALLY like the buildup of ships) and general ships on here tbh

[playercne-blog]

“Oh, God, my ex is here. Pass the champagne.”

new year’s starters

“mm, not sure that mixing exes and champagne is great plan,”  michael replies, amusement clear in his voice.  still, he pours her a glass and passes it over, taking a swig of his own.  “is this a big ex??”  he’s fairly certain he knows, but he kinda wants to tease her.  it’s more fun than any party, which...  actually isn’t saying much.  it’s almost as fun as video games.  maybe.  he’s a little drunk, whatever.  “am i gonna have to hold you back from tryna smash?”  he laughs a little, hugging his drink close to his chest and grinning.    // @atyped

[playercne-blog]

i got an hour and a half left of 20gayteen guys.... i’m kinda sad to see it go? this year was pretty amazing in a lot of ways, even though it sucked in other ways. scared for 2019, but excited. and hopeful. i really want it to be a good one

[stewartgifhunts-blog]

new year’s starters

Send me one for my muse’s reaction.

“3… 2… 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

“There’s a party at [name]’s house. You coming?”

“We’re headed to Times Square to watch the ball drop. You can tag along if you want.”

“Hey, last year of [politician your character doesn’t like]!”

“Just think of all the video games and movies that are being released this year…”

“No champagne for me. Designated driver.”

“You? Giving up chocolate for new year’s? I give it a week.”

“We’ve had a big year.”

“So, where do you want to be this time next year?”

“This year sucked. Good riddance!”

“Next year will be better.”

“2016 will be my year!”

“Oh, come on, just a bit of champagne? It’s new year’s!”

“I think we accomplished a lot this year.”

“What’s your resolution?” 

“I’m serious this time! This year, I’ll actually stick to my diet!”

“Which party are we going to?”

“Want a party hat?”

“Champagne?”

“Three biggest moments from this year?”

“It’s nearly midnight… have you seen my date?”

“I need your help. I want to kiss [name] at midnight, and I need you to help me make it happen.”

“It’s New Year’s. Aren’t we supposed to be making out?”

“Oh, God, my ex is here. Pass the champagne.”

“Look, I know you’d rather be in bed, but could you at least pretend to be excited?”

“A toast to my amazing friends, and to the new year!”

“I should’ve been in bed two hours ago.”

“Ah, yes, it’s almost midnight, which no one is going to kiss me at.”

“This time last year, I was living in a motel. This is definitely an improvement.”

“I’ve heard ‘Auld Lang Syne’ six times tonight and it’s only 11:30.”

“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve, you can’t spend the whole party hiding in the bathroom!”

“How much longer?”

“Any good New Year’s specials on?”

“I’ve had a glass of champagne, I made my resolution, I watched the clock strike midnight. I’m going to bed.”

“You’re crazy. That place is always a zoo on New Year’s.”

“Just pick an outfit so we can go. I mean, it’s just a New Year’s party, it’s not a black-tie event.”

“We should probably get back to the party.”

“What are you doing out here on the roof? The party’s inside.”

“Snow on New Year’s! Wish it had bothered to show up for Christmas…”

“Where’s [name]? S/he’s my ride.”

“I rented a limo. We are arriving to that party in style.”

“OK, we have six parties to hit before we decide which one we want to be at when it gets to midnight.”

“New Year’s is always the year’s biggest letdown.”

“So, what are your resolutions?”

“I swear, if I have to hear ‘Auld Lang Syne’ one more time…”

“Hey, sorry, it took me forever to find a place where my cell could get a signal… happy new year’s from [location].”

“What have you accomplished this year?”

“I told [name] he/she/they could stay up to watch the ball drop.”

“Pst, wake up. It’s New Year’s.”

“Come on, everyone has to have someone to kiss at New Year’s!”

“So – are you better off than you were a year ago?”

“You gave [name] champagne?! He’s/She’s/They’re only [age]!”

“Oh – look. It’s been 2016 for an hour.”

“Times Square on New Year’s Eve? You’re nuts.”

“This year, I want everything to change.”

“This year, I’m going to give up [whatever].”

“New Year’s is just another day to me.”

“I think it’s already 2016 where [name] is.”

“Y'know, New Year’s sort of loses its punch when you stay up until 2 AM every night anyway…”

“No firecrackers this year. The neighbors complained.”

“And to think, this time last year I was dating you.”

“To 2016. May it not totally fuck us in the ass.”

[archaeologian-blog]

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!