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@rapture-at-night
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Hey guys, just popping in to say I’m not dead or anything. This week is finals for me and I have been very busy lately. I’ll try and squeeze in what drafts I have at the soonest convenience, so thank you for all the patience. I’m on Skype and Discord if anyone wishes to chat or rp there sometimes.
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I’m alive, just been having a seriously busy week. Sorry for the slow activity here and there! If anyone would like to plan & plot a thread with me, feel free to poke me in asks/messenger anytime. As it sits, I only have 3 things in my drafts, so if you’re not among these listed and I owe you, please let me know.
MY DRAFTS:
@allgrift @hxcuspocus @aloneandlosing
allgrift:
Hector often went whole days in a half-drunk state, his mood up through the roof, his PASSION just as high. Ronny inspired confused feelings lust and cramped frustration. The way Ronny has fastened his hands around Hector’s waist, the proximity they shared: it was overwhelming. “No,” he said slowly, taking a moment to collect himself, to avoid any UNPLEASANT PREDICAMENTS. “I was just going to ask you what you were going to say.” Perhaps Ronny would be frustrated. GOD KNOWS he was, himself.
The radio host had been startled, but not at all in a bad way. If it were lead with something more hostile than a simple shove to a wall, he’d be a little more concerned. His hands at Hector’s waist seem to squeeze there a little when he’s given the sudden and unexpected response. A mock pout is set into place on Ronny’s face and he rolls his eyes slightly. “That all?”
It’s clear that he doesn’t quite buy that, but he shrugs and continues to lean back against the wall. Hey, it’s kind of comfortable. “I was going to actually ask you out to eat tonight, but now that I know you’ve no interest in kisses... Well, I’m rethinking it altogether.” His tone gives away that he’s probably joking about, but about which thing?
pierssureshotnivans:
While it may be an amusing thought, Piers has the self control to wait until a time when they’re not at such a great height to try and entice Ronny into doing something naughty. Panic attacks are never sexy and it’d only draw attention to them. Once they’re on ground level again, though, Piers plans to give Ronny a little taster of what he has in mind. For now, the holding hands and little kisses they’re sharing are more than enough to keep Piers content. Besides, sometimes the suggestion alone is sufficient to get the heart beating faster.
“Well, then,” Piers says, leaning in to receive the kiss. “I’d better get planning, hadn’t I?” Why had it taken so long for them to get to this point? Perhaps it’s no bad thing that friendship had come first. It meant they have a good, solid foundation upon which to build. Admittedly, Piers has been thinking of Ronny as more than a friend for a while now, but managing to keep it under wraps. Sort of. The fact that he enjoys Ronny’s company isn’t any kind of secret. But the depth of his feelings? Even Piers isn’t yet sure of that.
“Or maybe I shouldn’t skip too far ahead. We’ve got the rest of this date still ahead of us, don’t we?” And it could, in theory, all go wrong still. If Piers had his way, it would go very right indeed, though. The wheel continues its gradual descent, pausing every so often to let people off and new riders on. The smell of popcorn grows stronger again, making Piers’ mouth water. “Remind me,” he says, tilting his head to rest against Ronny’s. “Did we decide we were going to get food after this? Because I don’t know about you, but I am getting really hungry.”
Ronny is equally as satisfied and content with just the simple acts of affections for now. There would be plenty of time for something more later on and he’s having too much of a nice time already to ruin it by drawing attention to themselves. They have only been on one ride and already facing temptations, but perhaps they’d make it a while longer before giving into those. Yes, the idea alone is definitely enough to get a subtle fluster rising in the host’s features. “Mm, plan away. I would put some real clever thought into it.”
He flashes Piers a playful little smirk after that and nods his head. “We do have plenty of time. Let’s enjoy everything while we’re here, hmm? I’m also starving. but deciding ‘what’ to get out of all the options is the true issue here.” Feelings had certainly blossomed over some time after the two of them bonded and interacted nearly every day. A friendship that easily become stronger and more meaningful has become something even better. He isn’t too sure at which moment it had happened, but it doesn’t matter so much. What matters is that Piers feels the same way and is interested in acting on these feelings with him.
As the wheel continues it’s slow descent, he squeezes on the hand in his and looks over the edge towards the line-up of people. He can smell the popcorn as well, but it isn’t what he’s craving. Something more meaty or maybe french fries would be good. When aren’t they good, is more the question. Especially coated in melted cheese -- pure bliss. “Well, we’ll be off soon and I assume you won’t leave me to take off running for the popcorn cart?” Ronny looks back at Piers with an amused grin and a raised brow.
Tagged by: @pierssureshotnivans
Seventh Level of Hell
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assassins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischief in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
Purgatory Repending Believers Very Low Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers Very Low Level 2 Lustful Very High Level 3 Gluttonous High Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious High Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy High Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics Extreme Level 7 Violent Extreme Level 8 - The Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers High Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous Low
Tagging: @hxcuspocus & anyone else interested
kyle-fitzpatrick:
Kyle looked thoroughly embarrassed. Ronny had purposefully sought him out– drunk or not– and Kyle had insulted him. Not that he had meant for it to be an insult, really. Just an observation; he’d never seen the other man in such a state of disarray.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean– I just…“ his hands raised palm outwards, partially to motion idly while attempting to apologise, and a bit in case Ronny did fall. Kyle gave up on the explanation in favour of his latter comment.
“Did you… Did you really want to see me?”
Drinking isn’t anything uncommon for the radio host, although most people would never even guess that he has alcohol problems. At least he USUALLY has enough sense to stay in his station when drunk -- just not tonight, apparently. He doesn’t take the ‘insult’ to heart and the smirk growing on his face should give it away that he’s not angry in any way. If anything, he is just picking at him playfully.
“Shhhhh, it’s alright. I know. You’re always sweet to me...” Ronny takes the open palms as an invitation to move closer, reaching to grasp one of Kyle’s shoulders while the other takes a hand firmly. He leans some of weight against him as he clings and sways on his feet. A chuckle leaves him at the question before he’s leaning down to press a kiss right against the disciple’s cheek.
“I did, of course! You’re... not busy, are you?”
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Good Morning! Going to work on replies after my shower.
Drafts: 6
Life in Rapture: 1/?: The Scenery
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Dancers On A String (Reprise) Composed by: Garry Schyman
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send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
aceinthehcle:
Jack hit the floor hard and pain bloomed bright and hot behind his eyelids. There had been a loud, unpleasant crack as his head had hit the floor, and he was pretty sure he would start bleeding there soon (or at least bruise up). He’d be covered in his own blood by the time this fight was over. Fucking splicer–
“Get off me!” Jack’s voice was hoarse from all the pained screaming he had done since arriving in Rapture. He squirmed and writhed under his attacker like a pinned animal, and even started clawing savagely at the floor when it became apparent that his arms were pinned too tightly to give him any leverage with which to throw the splicer off.
When brute strength failed, Jack resorted to plasmids. His hand twitched as he brought out Insect Swarm and he snarled as he released his bees on the man above him. Hopefully, they would provide enough of a distraction that Jack could get out from under the splicer and retreat for a few moments to apply a health kit. Between the pain in his head and the blood loss from where those hooks had dug into him, he wasn’t exactly in tip-top fighting condition.
Maybe in another time, when the host hadn’t fallen into the corruption that Rapture has become, they really COULD have become friends. It may be difficult to see with how he’s changed, but he had once been one of the most social and kind people you could meet here. The host has come quite a long way since then and it all happened gradually with time -- some splicing here and there. I’m not addicted, he had thought. I can stop anytime I want to...
Everything is vibrant red in his vision now and he’s wasting no time in securing his position atop of the fallen Jack. The last place anyone wants to be around a splicer is sprawled out on the floor under one. His lips pull into a wider grin when Jack yells up at him and the pain is oh so evident in that strained voice. Perfect. All of it is perfect. “What’s that...? You want me /closer/?” Ronny taunts down while doing just that as he leans down to hover his face an inch or two above the other’s, while those fingers squeeze painfully around his wrists.
It was foolish for him to forget that plasmids could come into play, but he’s not exactly ALL there in the head, now is he? The host doesn’t realize the attack right away, but he’s soon overwhelmed by the swarm of bees now surrounding his face. “WH-- AWAY!” He yells out as he jerks back and those hands release Jack in order to swat and smack at the horrible insects. Luckily for him, he does manage to get away because Ronny is now on his feet and trying to escape the bees by stumbling and flailing about. “Shit!”
they always preached it was black and white so how come somewhere in the middle feels right, are we too far gone? can we ever be too far gone?
too far gone // sir sly
send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
Archetypes Quiz
tagged by: @aloneandlosing
53% Tastemaker
The Tastemaker is always on top of the trends—or starting their own. Their sense of style is second to none and their taste, impeccable.
29% Caregiver
Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.
18% Visionary
Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.
Tagging: Anyone who would like to do it, really!
@hxcuspocus || Continued from here.
How had he gotten stuck in the middle of this in the first is a mystery to him. One moment everything was quiet and casual, then there’s men yelling and gunfire in his direction. As least that first bullet whizzed by his head and not THROUGH it. That would have been a very tragic way to end his career. He is definitely lucky. Even so, the shot he did receive is causing enough pain to stir up nausea in his stomach as it throbs. Being shot has only happened once before and it was only a scrape on the shoulder -- not a full on penetration.
At least he has his best friend with him and he takes full advantage of clinging onto him when he’s helped away from the hostile area. He grips fingers into Peter’s shoulder and hisses loudly whenever he has to apply that one leg down. “Shit... If I didn’t know a-any better, I’d say you’re excited about this, Peter.” Ronny looks at cottontail from the corner of his eye with a small squint while forcing a little smirk to indicate his teasing. The other’s excitement is pretty obvious and admittedly strange, but he just hopes that he knows what he’s doing. He looks around the small shops, then eyes the place they’re currently sneaking into the back of.
“What’s this place..? I’ve never even noticed it before-- ow...”
allgrift:
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On Ronny’s face, his blood was a shocking crimson. Hector was always shocked by how RED true blood was- in theatre, you used squibs, filled with false blood, dyed so that it was neither too red or too brown. REAL BLOOD was a slap in the face, a distress signal. He fished a somewhat threadbare handkerchief from his pocket. Thankfully, it was clean (and how embarrassing it would have been if it had been stained or dirty already!).
“Here,” he said, hurrying to hold the handkerchief to Ronny’s nose. “Need some help?”
Of all times for him to suddenly sprout a nosebleed, it just has to occur when he has company with him. He knows deep down the reason it’s happening and that regret settles in the pit of his stomach. How has he fallen this much when he’s tried so damned hard to avoid it? Maybe he really isn’t any better than the rest of the greedy Rapture rats.
“A-ah... Thank you.” He reaches up to gently press his hand against the handkerchief so that Hector won’t have to do it for him and he moves to take a seat. “This is fine. I’m sure it’ll stop soon. I forget what we were even discussing now. I’m so sorry.” Ronny is genuinely apologetic as he looks at the other man and he actually feels bad for staining up his handkerchief like this. What a terrible host!
