It Runs in the Family

Times have changed. So have we. ((Dishonored OC rp/ask blog. Free to role with just about anyone... so long as everything is consensual. Always open for asks. (: ))

[sunflowercourtesan-deactivated2]

Reblog if you want Anons to tell you who they ship you with and why.

[dusty--angel]

Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Hair: Irresistible Longing

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

Eyelid: Adoration

Ear: Temptation

The Bridge of Nose: Treasuring

Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction

Lips: Love

Throat: Desire

Nape: Deep Attachment

Back: Confirmation

Chest: Possession

Arm: Affection/Adoration

Wrist: Desire/Lust

Back of Hand: Respect/Love

Palm of Hand: Begging/Entreaty

Fingertip: Praise/Admiration

Tummy: You-will-always-come-back-to-me

Waist: Binding

Thigh: Control

Leg: Obediance

Instep: Subordination

Tip of the Toe: Worship/Idolize

((meme inspired by this))

[rpsentencestarters]

Send me “It's okay,” for my muse to react to your muse wrapping their arms them and telling them this.

Or send me, “Am I going to be okay?” for my muse to wrap their arms around your muse and comfort them.

[curiousmotion-blog]

movement and posture headcanons!

[rumoreaux-archive]

curiouscaution:

send a symbol to find out how my muse…

⋀ stands ♚ sits ☞ talks ➔ walks ♞runs ♐ fights ♫ dances ☾ sleeps ☻hugs ♦ kisses ☼ you choose!

[readthebloodybook-deactivated20]

Since I did my post explaining that I will almost always respond to asks privately, I have been flooded with messages from friendly people. So I thought this might be worth doing: 

Reblog if you respond to messages privately rather than publishing them, and people are welcome to message you without fear of everyone reading their message. 

[voidbat]

if you say don’t publish, or it seems personal, i don’t publish. mostly the asks i publish are response to ask box memes anyway. but if you say don’t publish, I WILL NOT.

[queenofquarintine]

Original Character Asks

1: What is your character's biggest fear?

2: What is your character's favorite memory?

3: What is your character's least favorite memory?

4: Does anyone have a crush on your character? Is your character aware of this?

5: Describe your character's dream date.

6: What is your character's sexual orientation?

7: How does your character feel about their name?

8: Does your character hate anyone? Why?

9: How does your character feel about religion?

10. Would your character ever kill someone?

11: How did your character meet their best friend?

12: How would/does your character feel about roller coasters?

13: What would your character die for?

14: What is the cutest thing your character has ever done?

15: What music genre would your character listen to?

16: What other fictional characters remind you of your character?

17: Does your character have any irrational fears?

18: How would your character feel about having their life recorded?

19: What is your character's deepest, darkest secret?

20: What is the most surprising thing about your character?

21: Is your character flexible?

22: What is the worst thing your character has ever done?

23: Is your character morally gray or black or white?

24: What prejudices does your character have?

25: Would you want to hang out with your character?

26: What is your favorite headcanon for your character?

27: What would be the worst way for your character to die?

28: What pet would your character like to have?

29: What would be your character's favorite food?

30: Would your character have any hobbies?

31: What social media would your character use?

32: What does your character look like?

33: In what ways is your character like you?

34: What is cliche about your character?

35: What is unique about your character?

36: Does anyone want to harm your character?

37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?

38: What role does your character play in their story?

39: What would be your character's niche on Tumblr?

40: What would be your character's favorite school subject?

41: Would your character want to have any children?

42: What would be your character's dream career?

43: What is your character insecure about?

44: What is your character proud of?

45: What would your character change about themselves?

46: Would you want to trade places with your character?

47: What fandoms would your character be in?

48: How would your character type?

49: How does your character stand politically?

50: What is your favorite thing about your character?

51: What is your character's favorite animal?

52: How would your character act in gym class?

53: What clubs would your character join?

54: What is the saddest thing about your character's life?

55: Would your character do the Ice Bucket Challenge?

56: What's one of your character's quirks?

57: How would your character feel about feminism?

58: Is your character dorky or more athletic?

59: What is your least favorite thing about your character?

60: If you could title your character's life, what would you title it?

[queenofquarintine]

Hayden tried his bast not to fall over as the woman roughly pulled him down to crash her lips against his. Though he eventually remembered that this was the associate of a competitor, and that this could be an attempted assassination via poisoning, the initial shock of the situation created a false compliance from Hayden’s lower face, making the kiss ever-so-slightly messy.

Nothing that he couldn’t clean up from with a single, deft wipe of his thumb as she let go, however. As he examined the reds of her lip-colour on his digit, Hayden raised an eyebrow. “Well, if the feelings between our respective parties are that strong, miss, then I do believe that I am at least entitled to a name...?”

[queenofquarintine]

A Sliver Lining

[queenofquarintine]

Shit! He had been found out! Hayden squeezed onto the shoulder of his hired lad and tried to walk faster, developing a slight side-to-side teeter that honestly was more exhausting than it was effective.

“Sir, what’s wrong?” The young lad asked again as Hayden hustled his waddle. “Is that other patron going to disturb you? Shall I call for-”

“Nononooo, it’s fine!” Hayden replied, cane thunking on the floor as he tried to speed the lad up. I just don’t want to cause too much of a-” Hayden stopped as he felt like he was being pulled back by his cane. Fearing that Sokolov had caught hold of his walking aid, Hayden loked back to see that, no, something much worse had happened: His cane was now wedged into a knot in one of the floarboards.

“… Scene.” Great. Sokolov was inbound, and her he was trying to get his cane un-stuck from the floor. What if the wedge did not loosen in time? The cane might at least provide an obstruction to run away from sould the incident get that dire.

But what was he going to do, play ring-around-the-rosies with Anton until the older man was all tuckered out? Hayden let out a gulp and prepared for the worst.

[actual-antonsokolov]

“HAYDEN!” came the raspy voice of the older gentleman from a hallway away, followed by the yammering of another man in Morlish- evidently the man he had been with. Sokolov appeared in the doorway like a lurking shadow, moving all the faster than a man of his age and fitness seemed to be able to run, a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist and being held up with white knuckles.

There was no mistaking it, when he finally got an eyeful of the lad- no longer really a lad in physique, but he would always be a lad to Anton. Even if he appeared to walk with a cane now…? None of the hazing could have been THAT bad…?

But he found himself too agitated to think about that all at once. He was rather worn already from the possession of a possessed tome in his studio, and the looming Overseers sticking their noses in his business, and a paper he was trying to get published at the Academy and a bunch of other nonsense- why did he have to appear NOW?

“Don’t walk away from me!” he shouted, throwing a finger out to point at him, making it all apparent that he knew just who it was, and how much deep shit he was actually in.

[queenofquarintine]

As Hayden tried to pull his cane from the ground, his face went pale at “don’t walk away from me”. That was what he had done to Sokolov, wasn’t it? But he had never meant it with that sort of implication, with that meaning....

But Void be damned, that didn’t matter, did it? Hayden had ran away for selfish reasons- his project was going nowhere, his knee had been hurt, he was dealing with what was probably a miniscule amount of stress compared to what Anton- what anyone else at the academy- had to deal with...

After all that Anton did to guarantee his success, he had just up and left. No. No more. Not today, Hayden told himself as he stopped trying to free his third leg from the floor, standing erect and taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes to look at Anton, who had pointed a finger at him in accusation. Guilty as charged, Sokolov, Hayden thought. Whatever hell you have for me, I deserve all of it.

[queenofquarintine]

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

[queenofquarintine]

((Sorry for the mini hiatus!))

((I've had papers for school due, but I just finished a huge one! So I have to go in to work today, but after that, I should be able to get replies out. I know I owe stuff to collectorofstories, actual-antonsokolov, and a starter for katell-clayton, but go ahead and like this post if you want something as well, yeah? ^^))

[barelyfunctioningangel]

PSA for everyone writing term research papers right now

Mendeley is the greatest program ever

I want to weep with joy every time I use it

Just click a button when you pull up an article and it will automatically save it to your library

And cite it for you

And you can use it on your mobile devices

And it’s free

Just download it and you won’t have so many urges to kill everyone in sight while writing a research paper

[dynastylnoire]

Thank you so much!

[anthrocentric]

Guys, I cannot stress how amazing this program is. 

You can use it to highlight, write notes, mark up, etc. What I do is I highlight all the important jazz, use the comments to write notes on the document, and on the side bar, I write an annotated bib for it for future me. It save everything you write on it forever for you and you can put the articles in folders and organize it.

But that’s not the best part, the best part is that you can access your articles ANYWHERE. Literally anywhere. Forgot your laptop and at a public library? No worries! You can go to the Mendeley website and ACCESS ALL YOUR ARTICLES WITH YOUR NOTES ONLINE. You don’t even have to download the program to access it! It is a life saver and I suggest everyone in academia use it!

[nightmargin]

I !!! LOVE!!!!MENDELY1!!!! IT IS MY FRIEND

[queenofquarintine]

((Massively OOC, I know, but this is great! It’s literally all those article databases your highschool/college has, but you don’t need to be enrolled in anything/ shelling out massive amounts for a monthly subscription, as it’s free. If you can’t access your school’s databases from home this is godsent! And if your school doesn’t have databases... well, you don’t have to be primitive along with them. ;) This is also great if you want to look up something and have the results for that thing be creditable))

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[therebelwithoutapplause-blog1]

Jfc please do that’s what the blog is for ffs

[groovy-lady]

YES, OF COURSE! I have so many Muses! Go nuts!

[therpmemesthething]

Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth

Send ‘oof’ for yours to be grabbed by the collar and kissed instead.

[tsukiakarinoniji-archive]

Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

[pastxcanxhurt-deactivated201612]

I'm 100% okay with your muse having a history with mine.

[arkaizoku-blog]

You want their families to be rivals? I’m down. They dated the same person? Cool. They have the same classes together? Neat. Our first interaction doesn’t need to be our muses first interaction. I like having already developed relationships, adds a little something. Plus, gives the opportunity for a “how did they meet” thread later on.

[question-meme]

Send me a color to tell me how your muse feels about mine, and I'll tell you how mine feels about yours!

Yellow - Fear or Surprise Orange - Crush or Infatuation Pink - Innocent Love Red - Romantic Love Purple - Sexual Interest Blue - Respect Green - Friendship Opal - Amusement Black - Hate White - Neutral

[queenofquarintine]

A Sliver Lining

[actual-antonsokolov]

Where to begin on a lad named Hayden? Well for one, Anton had met him as a lad- a youth, almost- seeking to do something with his life that didn’t involve his being tethered to the ball and chain of his physical health. Getting him of his illness was easy- getting him into the Academy had been easier- but he had a distinct aura about him that was altogether impossible to forget. Lush hair and sweet eyes, that made him feel like a young man again.

Then, he had simply vanished.

Anton theorized that he had returned to Tyvia… although without any kind of word of progress he considered a bit tasteless, but he knew the game well enough- you had to be tasteless to survive within this place- anyplace within this place. It was why he found itself at the Silver Hound often enough. A woman was delicious, but it was nice to let loose, and nearly impossible to solicit someone for something lewd in public. Still, though, he remembered soft, pale flesh and pink lips, and the face of a young man who he’d nearly taken as a protégé and no wait that was the lad who just walked by the room…

Hey, wait a moment.

Pulling out, and throwing on a robe (much to the dismay of his partner, who he threw a sack of coin at and told him to finish off himself if he was to eager), Anton poked his head out the door after the silhouette of the man, his thick brow furrowing tightly. Oh yes. He’d know that head anywhere.

“HAYDEN!“

[queenofquarintine]

Shit! He had been found out! Hayden squeezed onto the shoulder of his hired lad and tried to walk faster, developing a slight side-to-side teeter that honestly was more exhausting than it was effective.

“Sir, what’s wrong?” The young lad asked again as Hayden hustled his waddle. “Is that other patron going to disturb you? Shall I call for-”

“Nononooo, it’s fine!” Hayden replied, cane thunking on the floor as he tried to speed the lad up. I just don’t want to cause too much of a-” Hayden stopped as he felt like he was being pulled back by his cane. Fearing that Sokolov had caught hold of his walking aid, Hayden loked back to see that, no, something much worse had happened: His cane was now wedged into a knot in one of the floarboards.

“... Scene.” Great. Sokolov was inbound, and her he was trying to get his cane un-stuck from the floor. What if the wedge did not loosen in time? The cane might at least provide an obstruction to run away from sould the incident get that dire.

But what was he going to do, play ring-around-the-rosies with Anton until the older man was all tuckered out? Hayden let out a gulp and prepared for the worst.