the art of war.

indie oc roleplay blog.

[angelwounds]

Details of paintings of flower vases I saw at the Louvre. (click on each to enlarge and see the wonderful details)

[natashamaximova]

[privatemitch]

Chris Evans in Playing it Cool Trailer

[thecolorblockcurator]

Garden in May, Maria Oakey Dewing

[fadeau]

[lisbon]

[theresejoel]

[trashyprinces]

Alex Minsky by Therese + Joel.

[maisonlilprairie-deactivated202]

[catsofjuly-deactivated20240701]

QRF fireteam, with and without PS stuff.

Lines are ballpoint on moleskin, source photos from Camp Blackhorse, Kabul.

[cavetocanvas]

Canaletto, Venetian Interior with a Young Man Seated by the Fire, after 1717 

[desxstre]

❝I just touched him!❞

     He knows exactly what he did but now there’s a gun pointed at him and he’s      panicking which isn’t exactly the best combination. His hands crackle again,      this time with more force as he reacts to the stress and holds his hands up to      show them. They’re glowing white, down to his arms. The man died probably      because his body couldn’t take the amp, being a lesser Conduit.

[privatemitch]

            Just touching someone doesn't cause       whatever the hell he just did. Mitch knows       that.   Part  of  him  doesn't  want  to  stick       around to find out what actually happened.       The  other  part of him wants some kind of       justice for it. He sees the panic in the guy's       eyes, but doesn't know if it's genuine. He's       been  tricked  before  by  conduits, and got       his ass kicked for being a genuinely caring       person. Mitch is the same type of conduit. 

          He keeps a safe distance. 

              “It was more than that.”

         Concrete moves from the ground, spiking up        and  wrapping  around  the  stranger's ankles,        keeping him pinned. Mitch won't hurt him, but        he'll get answers.

              “What can you do?”

[desxstre]

       This is why he’s a disaster. He wished it were something so simple as        controlling it. But this is energy he gave that man, not this one. There’s        a break, an opening for the horrified officer and he smiles, thinks that        maybe this will be different and it’ll stop here. He’s just that stupid to hope.

       Instead that one opening closes up and it starts to move, screeches, the        man inside completely devoured by all the energy he forced inside. Jackson        watches with a wide mouth. Why does he always… do this? Why can’t he        simply touch people and be done with it? there’s crackling in his hands again,        some residue inside. A true warning comes from him.

❝Don’t touch me.❞

[privatemitch]

         At first, he thought the guy might have       concrete abilities. The more he watches        the scene unfold, he realizes it's entirely       false.   He  watches as the man is killed        before  his  very  eyes,   when  there  is       nothing he can do.  He isn't able to stop       whatever force he has.     He brings the        rifle back up, pointing it directly at him.

          “What the fuck did you just do?”

                                                            “Tell me!”

[cxustiic-deactivated20141116]

'…as i had said— just a bad night. a woman was very angry with me.’

smile had long since been replaced with a tired frown eyes magnetized to the concrete. his chest rose and fell calmly, but his internal panic was rising. he had no wishes to harm another, but would if hand was forced.

          ‘ i really must be going.’ 

[privatemitch]

     He continues to watch him. He can feel      unnecessary tension, but hopes it's a mistake.      Maybe it's whatever happened to him before.      His head tilts as he calls out after him again.      Man, he has to learn to keep his mouth shut.

          “Woman?”      There's genuine concern in his voice. Somewhere.

               “Sure you don't need to talk about it?”

[vonnodraws]

2014_09_28. Scrapped.

[desxstre]

privatemitch

     He’s screaming. He’s screaming a lot because he’d been trying to walk unnoticed      by the D.U.P. and then one of them had stopped him and had started asking so      many questions and it had made him so anxious. The officer was just doing his job,      but he’d grabbed at his hands and then one D.U.P. officer was one giant concrete      monstrosity and he did not mean to do that at all.

       ❝I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!❞

[privatemitch]

          He doesn't notice the escapade until it's       almost too late. His eyes widen at the sight      of a man wrapped in concrete, his rifle nearly      dropping out of his hands.      He shoots his      hand out, his fingers opening wide, the con-      crete ripping open and revealing the soldier      gasping for air. Trapped, but alive. Mitch lets      a relieved breath out before looking to the       culprit.

          “Sorry? How can you be sorry for that?!”

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look at this fab survey

[privatemitch]

the basics

name: Jay

nickname: Barry, Axton

age: 18

gender: Male

middle name: never

favorites

book: Ender's Game, probably maybe

movie: The Iron Giant

female fictional character: Samus Aaron

male fictional character: Ezio Auditore da Firenze

color: Red

school subject: History

food: bread, all bread

song: Face to Face by Daft Punk

band/artist: I 'unno

place: Paris, France

season: Fall

female actress: none

male actor: Jamie Bell (changes weekly i swear)

about you

single or taken? Single

coffee or tea? Iced coffee, hot tea

something you love: Rain.

something you really don’t love: Work.

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor.

what do you do/ plan to do for a living? Backpack around Europe and be that crazy guy who talks about Ancient Romans a lot.

current mood: Sick.

worst habit: Accidentally cutting people off when I'm excited about something.

any celebrity crushes? A lot.

hobbies: Drawing, games, writing, reading...

roleplay info

timezone: EST

when are you most active? Random times on weekdays.

first language: English

how many muses do you have? 4.

favorite things to RP: Everything.

do you do NSFW? Yes.

OC friendly? Yep.

do you post OOC? Once in a while.

write something!

something.

[progrediior]

; ❀ ;  — Cooperate… How was Moon supposed to do so with a gun pointed  at his heart? He was fragile, too fragil e, too oblivious to even remember ho w he got caught in the crossfire  betw een the DUPs and several   Conduits on the run from Curdun Cay.

The flower boy takes a tentative step forward when he sees the DUP’s gun lower. His hands are in the air. Shaky breaths help him maintain his rhythm as he takes more steps, one     after another.

[privatemitch]

         Mitch was forced to forget the acts inside       the institution.  His mind had been wiped of      most of it. Some, he remembered. Needles,      pain, lots of pain — but he never associated      it with Curdun Cay.    No one liked to admit      the DUP officers had been normal,  just like      every Conduit; unlike them, Mitch remembers      his life before the DUP vividly. That's what      makes him different.

          “Alright, good. Just stay calm—”

     His voice is cut off by the loud shouts of other      officers The type people normally associate      with  the  DUP.  They  don't  hesitate before       unloading  their  guns  pointed at Moon, but       find  their  fire stopped by a wall of concrete.      Mitch had dropped his rifle, his hands now in      the air, keeping the wall up, blocking the shots.      He'll have to get this kid out himself.

          “Start running. Now!”

[progrediior]

; ❀ ;  — The DUP’s voice scares Moon. It’s powerful, commanding -  Scared brown oculars flick about, panic welling up in the flower boy’s chest.

"Don’t shoot!" pleads Moon, "Please!"

[privatemitch]

       He keeps his gun raised, but has no intent      to use it. Not that the kid knows that.    He's      used to barking orders, but now, he sounds      like he has a hint of pleading.     He doesn't       want anyone else to get hurt.  Especially by       his own hands.

          “I won't shoot—”

     He raises the gun to the air, removing his      finger from the trigger.

          “I just need you to cooperate with me.”