when there's nothing left to burn, you must set yourself on fire

Kaya Rose Tolbert Indie RP-er Original Character Multiverse Muse

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PSA: I don’t drop threads, I just drop off the face of the earth. That is all.

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I kind of need to prove a point. Reblog this if you have a hard time roleplaying because you worry about bugging people.

My friend seems to think getting the courage to talk to people is just a super easy thing for RPers.

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                              can you keep a SECRET?

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                       ❝Okay, but V I O L E N C E isn’t really                       my thing… You know, that ALIEN CRAP                        made me into something I’m NOT.❞

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—–Everything they’re saying about me is true.

Risk Undetermined

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shotgunaxecombo:

His role of being Director was only becoming more and more interesting. Especially considering the fact that one of the first things he’d done as Director was to activate the Power Rangers, as he likes to refer to them. Daisy now had her team, and she was still tasked with finding, helping, saving and recruiting Inhumans. At the present moment, Mack was on his way to the interrogation room to interview a girl they’d brought to The Playground. Stopping just outside of the door, Mack waited a beat before pulling it open. Walking in, he could see her eyes on him… Something about them seemed – familiar. Though he didn’t dwell on it because he was meant to interview her. Taking the seat opposite the girl, Mack held up his hand when she started to speak. Placing his folder on the table, Mack opened it and turned it so it was in front of the young lady. “Would you consider this a mistake?” There were pictures of a house that’d burned down, and according to their information, she’d lived there previously. “Or are you denying you had nothing to do with this…”

Kaya froze at the sight of the folder and the pictures within it. She hadn’t stuck around long enough to witness the aftermath and purposely avoided any headlines regarding it. Her eyes stung from the tears welling in them. Her home, the only home that would have her was reduced to nothing but metal frames, charred wood and debris- and Kaya knew, somewhere within the rubble lied her family, her first love and some of the greatest memories she’d collected in her nineteen years of life. “Oh,” was all she could manage as tears rolled down her cheeks, falling to the photographs. There was only silence for a moment, leaving her no option but to reflect on the tragedy that was her doing- her fault. “I- I couldn’t, control it.” The lump in her throat was making it especially difficult to speak and as she raised her eyes to meet the face of her interrogator the lump only grew harder to swallow. Emotion began to overcome her and she could feel the temperature of every cell in her being rise. “I didn’t do this on purpose- I would never!” She scowled, disgusted by the idea that anyone would accuse her of doing such a thing intentionally. “I loved them- they were my family.” The last few words were spoken with conviction, however weakly. The photos had broken her and even if she wanted to be angry, she simply couldn’t. Anyone from the outside looking in would consider her a monster, because she was- a monster.

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shoutout to people with ocs

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that are either for fandom or purely original projects. you just spend so many hours constructing them from essentially dirt.

shoutout to people with ocs who have them go through a million changed names and a million changed backstories, and still don’t feel like they’re up to the developmental standards that they should be…but they’re still loved by you regardless. shout out to people with ocs who want to share them with others, but are too anxious to tell information about them out of fear of judgment or laughter. And shout out to these same people who’re obviously adoring their creations but feel scared as shit to express the love out of your friend’s potential annoyance. shout out to people who make their ocs align with themselves in surname or quirks or just giving them those softer, hidden traits that also make you, you. to the peeps who feel so disappointed with their creations because again, they don’t feel good enough or accurate enough compared to other ocs. Nothing is perfect on the first draft, but they’re getting closer to perfected imperfection. to the creators who will write paragraphs about those brain children, paragraphs and concepts that have been building up for months only to be greeted with no response or simple replies such as, ‘oh.’ or to people who actually pay attention to them, and ask the BIG QUESTIONS and you’re just internally screaming and have to put on this cool act. shout out to people who spend hours thinking about how they sound like. (listening to voice clips for HOURS just thinking about your characters) What songs can apply to their personality and lifestyle…how they apply to them specifically.  shout out to big-brained creators who have a hundred and one characters and are greeted with, ‘isn’t that enough?’ when you talk about the concept of making a new one. If shows can have a vast cast of more than a ten to twenty characters, you can have your own vast cast too.  this post is just for people who feel so uneasy being so deeply involved and enthused in their creations. as if, there should be a limit on this type of love.  fandom ocs get stepped over and judged on sight, non-fandom ocs really get stepped over. But all that work and construction is valid and shows in your explanatory essay of their favorite genre. 

1k notes. this post got 1k notes. I am so happy and thankful that it managed to spread out of my small dashboard corner and touch people. 

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Risk Undetermined

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Kaya sat uncomfortably in a metal chair residing in what seemed to be an interrogation room. The dim lights and chilling gusts from a nearby air conditioning vent only served to heighten her anxieties making her jumpy and skittish.  She was only told that the Director of the Shield would be paying her a visit shortly before she was left alone to her devices.  The girl could only imagine what kind of dirt they had on her- what they may know of her past or how she’s been living for the past two years.  ‘Do they know about the fire, my parents or William or the-’  Kaya’s thoughts were interrupted but the door suddenly swinging open.  A strangely familiar man stepped through the entrance.  Though she was sure she’d never met him before she felt a nostalgic feeling she couldn’t explain and didn’t care to explore.  His height and build was nothing short of intimidating and as he approached a chair opposite of hers Kaya couldn’t help but become defensive. “Listen- I- um, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I don’t belong here. I’m not like those freaks on the news.  There has to be a mistake.”

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God damn right, you should be SCARED of ME!

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thexmessenger:

Eryn continued to glare at the suited man, quietly daring him to get any closer. She hated when anyone stared at someone else in that manner, and at that point she was itching for a fight. Her gaze flickered over toward the other woman when she heard the word ‘prick’, and noticed the gesture for her to follow. She did, briefly sending one last look toward the man, before relaxing her posture once they were out of sight. “What’s goin on? Is he following you or something? Cause if that’s the case, I can get him off your back if you want.”

“Not sure, I’ve been seeing people like him a lot recently. After the fire and-” Kaya trailed off when she realized she’d said too much. She glanced over her shoulder, relieved to find the man still out of range. Focusing her attention on the blonde before her once more, Kaya sucked in her breath before doing something rather uncharacteristic of her. “I know this a lot to ask, but I need a place to crash. Lay low you know.” The girl was a complete stranger but she seemed kind enough, especially considering the way she offered to take on the suit. “You can say no, by all means but it would only be for a night, at least until I can come up with some money to skip town.”

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goldeneyedtelekinetic:

Martin fell to the ground when the female collided with him. His paperwork flew out of his hands. An exhausted sigh escaped his lips. He had no idea why he had even volunteered for paperwork duty.

To his surprise, the specimen in front of him was much more intresting. He may have been new to SHIELD but he certainly hadn’t seen this girl before. He dusted his legs off and hoisted himself to his feet. “That was as much my fault as it was yours,” he said, grinning. “I should have watched where I was walking. And you’ll be annoyed to see that I’m not usually a paper work guy. In fact, I’m a field agent in training.” He bit his lip. She probably didn’t want the whole spiel.

Kaya sluggishly rose to her feet barely paying the young man before her any mind. She was still a bit miffed about toppling over in the first place and having the stranger ramble on about his position within the organization was hardly an apology. “A simple sorry would of worked.” She muttered under her breath as she fixed the collar of her shirt.

Now upright, Kaya took the young man’s features in, mentally noting his goofy grin the way he bit his own lip. “Nervous or something?” She asked suddenly interest in what sort of field work he’d be doing in the near future, or so he claimed. “What does field work actually entail? I’m sorta new here so I’m wondering what exactly I’d be getting myself into.”

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ofdaisys: 

Daisy never knew what to expect on their trips out to investigate suspected inhuman activity. If they weren’t quick the ATCU or worse would get there before them but each case was different; and it wasn’t always that simple. This particular one she certainly wasn’t counting on being threatened with an ordinary (but deadly) weapon. She may have over reacted. She may not even be in the right place.

“It’s a gift.” She quipped, still a bit sour over the attempt at her. Daisy approached slowly, cautious, though her hands where held up in a nonthreatening gesture. 

“I’m looking for someone who’s kind of like me… maybe you know something about that?”

“Like you? And what are you exactly?” The frightened girl spat with far more malice then intended. Kaya considered herself a freak of nature and held the girl before her in the same regard. Shaking her head, she gave the agent little time at all to respond. “No, no you’re wrong. It’s a curse.” 

Kaya could feel the heat building up within her, spreading throughout her body they way it had the night of her parents’ and William’s death. With memories flooding her mind and tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, flames began to engulf her fingertips climbing up her wrists and spreading up her arms. "No, no- not again!”

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WHEN YOU REALLY WANT TO RP WITH SOMEONE BUT UR AFRAID THEY THINK UR ANNOYING SO U STAY IN THE SHADOWS WITH A BROKEN HEART GOD DAMMIT

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Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?                                                                                                    Written by Dahlia, aka Problem Child

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character development

Day 1: Basics and cosmetic: 

Age? Date of Birth? 

Eighteen. December 11, 1997.

Hair color? Eye color? Skin color/nationality? 

Brown. Brown. how now, brown cow. Californian.

Accent (if any)?

None- maybe a mild valley girl accent.

Height? Weight? 

5′5. 119lbs.

Tattoos? Piercings? Birthmarks? Disfigurements? Scars? 

Multiple tattoos. Seven in total. A birthmark on her inner left arm. A scar going down her right thigh, covered by a tattoo of a dragonfly.

Do they have any nicknames? Where did they come from?

Her only nickname is ‘Rosie’. Given to her by her birth mother the nickname originates from her biological mother’s name; Rosemarie. However no one’s called her Rosie since the death of her birth mother.

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