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WELCOME
Hello, welcome to my roleplay blog. You can call me King, I use he/him pronouns. Pretty much all of my character information is on the Google Site for this blog, which you can find HERE.
Here are my RULES.
Here is the BIO for Josipa, my current primary.
Looking forward to writing with you! ✨
hmm hmm hmm....... gotta work on some stuff here because i’m throwing doom on this blog too........
ALSO. TO ANYONE WHOS EVER SENT ME AN ASK
abittangledup:
she doesn’t feel threatened. she knows what this is. what this display of emotion is. the universal signal of trauma left behind by a vile man. a small amount of sympathy washes over her - though she’s blinded by the anger that she feels from being approached and the fires of rage for kilgrave that have been rekindled. with a heavy sigh she watches and returns to her spot against the railing. arms crossed. “ yes. “ so her suspicions were correct. his family had found her. how interesting. “ i can’t tell you your name but i could tell you were related by your features. he didn’t speak often of you guys or where he came from but he mentioned it in passing. and as much as i’d like to forget every detail he ever told me over the years. i can’t. so. “
she sighs heavily again, as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world to satisfy her lungs. her eyes narrowed and she kicks at a piece of trash on the ground before utilizing her telekinesis to pick it up and fling it into the nearest trash bin. “ maybe he’s not, maybe he is but it’s best for me to stay away from him for as long as possible. i reiterate i’m not going to help you find him. if you get near him when i’m with you any chance of taking him out will be out the window. “
Josipa watches as the girl seems to calm, returning to her spot and picking up trash with telekinesis that she did not previously know she had. She raises an eyebrow, but says nothing of it. There’s a knot in her gut as she listens to her speak, hears the word years slip from her lips. Ah. So perhaps she had underestimated the situation, had underestimated the young woman before her. She takes another look at her, like she hasn’t been watching her through binoculars for a week, like she doesn’t know her face so terribly, terribly well. She looks at her small frame, her lovely features, her fiery hair.
She feels sick.
She has been without a name to strangers for so very long, but somehow in this moment it feels wrong that Elizabeth not know who she is. She swallows, lifting her chin a little higher as if it will give her strength. “It’s Josipa,” she says, strained. “My name. It’s Josipa.” She watches her closely, terrified of seeing recognition in her eyes, of seeing that she knows what Nikolae did to her, to her sisters. “I had thought that he had died when...” She trails off, thinking of her eldest sister’s odd smile, her deadpan tone as she delivered jokes that would send Nikolae into a laughing fit that would bring tears to his eyes. It hurts to think of either of them like that. “I thought he died a long time ago. We have unfinished business, and I refuse to let him hurt anyone else.” She inhales, exhales, another cloud of steam coming from her nose. “I’ll find him with or without you, but...” She pauses again. “Na muci se poznaju junaci. Are you really content doing nothing?”
abittangledup:
GOOD she noticed. that means this woman understood she was a threat. things should go a lot smoother now. taking a deep breath as she attempted to keep her cool. she’d changed so much since she’d met nikolae. she no longer held the rage within her for long. although it did seem to fester and grow only to explode on someone who rubbed her the wrong way. but now she’d learned to channel it. to be stronger. to speak her mind when it came to matters involving him. for all she knew this person was just another spy of his trying to gain her sympathy. pushing herself off the railing she followed josipa’s movements
“ i don’t believe length of time knowing him matters much anymore. we all ignore it because there’s nothing we can do. well, nothing most of us can do. “ she looks away and crosses her arms. “ some of us are a little bit more blessed - or maybe cursed. “ unfortunately her resistance to him was directly connected to how much time she spent with him. with the time he’d been apart from her she was completely susceptible now. her jaw tenses at her words. she’s completely right. liz’s tongue flicks out to wet her lips, pausing now at the realization of how chapped they were in the cold air. a tube of Chapstick was produced from her pocket and she runs it along her lips casually. like the conversation they were having was not about a man who had ruined both of their lives.
“ i respect it. but i don’t believe it’s possible. do you know how many times i’ve tried…. . he’s a cockroach. launching him into space is about the only way i think we could potentially get rid of him. “
Josipa bites back the anger that flares up inside her at Elizabeth’s words. How old was she? 25? 26? She knew nothing of time, of having a seemingly endless lifespan wasted away by her own blood’s cruelty. Her fingernails dig into the palms of her hands as she looks away from the girl, her jaw tight. What could her brother’s ex-fling-of-the-month possibly know about the decades of agony that he had put his family through, of the blood he had put on their hands?
A truck rumbles past, the smell of diesel wafting in its wake.
Josipa inhales sharply, eyes wide.
The smell of petrol. The dead-eyed stares of her parents blurry through the tears in her eyes. Her hands, trembling as she splashed the liquid from the can, watching it soak into their clothes in the dim light of the room. Her own voice in her ears, choked with desperation and sadness. “Žao mi je. Žao mi je. Žao mi je.” Her fingers snapping, producing a flame, just as she had demonstrated to him mere hours before. “Žao mi --”
She squeezes her eyes shut, whirling to turn away from the girl as she presses her hand hard against her clavicle, forcing herself to take long, deep breaths. Na oganj ulja ne lijevaj. Inhale. Na oganj ulja ne lijevaj. Exhale. Na oganj ulja ne lijevaj. She takes a few moments, letting the emotions roll off of her before she straightens up and turns back to Elizabeth, exhaling a cloud of steam. “Has Nikolae ever told you where he came from? His family?” She keeps her tone even, but she can’t bring herself to look into Elizabeth’s eyes. “I promise you, he is not immortal.” And if he is, I will make him mortal, she does not add.
abittangledup:
AH, there it was and very pretty too same intonation. same accent. same features. the chill turns in to red anger in her gut as her hands grip the cold metal of the railing. “ find him your fucking self. if i go looking for him he’s going to think i want him back and i’m perfectly happy keeping him out of my life for as long as possible. i’m also not going to be responsible for someone else crossing paths with him. “ she’d be right. sharing a cup of coffee with her sounded like a sickening idea. her features twitched and the metal began to hum with an electrical energy. it was soft and no more than a static - but that was only because she was controlling herself. if she let the anger get to her core she would surely send the pulse of power straight down the bar, shocking anyone making contact with it.
“ yeah i know of whom you fucking speak. but why do you know him. i think i have a clue… but i don’t really want the answer. so my final answer is find him yourself. “
Josipa has touched a nerve, and she curses her clumsiness inwardly. She glances at the railing that she’s leaning against, feeling the prick of electricity, and opts to stand up straight and lose contact. She’s not surprised that Elizabeth Ellison has powers -- Nikolae likes his girls special, and this girl is perhaps not the best at hiding her true nature. She accepts the girl’s bile, taking a deep breath to tamp down her own irritation. “He hurts people, Miss Ellison,” she says, absently rubbing the tips of her fingers together inside her pockets, in desperate need of something to do with her hands. “I am sorry for what I assume he did to you as well, but...” She trails off for a moment, looking over her shoulder out at the water.
“I have known Nikolae for a long, long time,” she says, the name acidic on her tongue. “Long before your parents were born, long before he became what he is now.” Čuvaj se mačaka koji sprijeda ližu a straga udaraju. She holds back a sneer at the thought. “I ignored the depths of what he had inside of him, now others play the price.” She looks back at the young woman, guilt nipping at her heels. “I know that you want to be left alone, but surely you’ve realized that there is no peace to be had while he breathes.” She thinks of Natalija, her beloved older sister, so thoroughly wrapped around Nikolae’s finger that only a bullet could free her. She gnaws the inside of her lip. “I want to end him, Miss Ellison. Surely you bear respect for that goal.”
abittangledup:
there’s a moment of hesitation but it doesn’t show in her features. only in the pause she takes between the mysterious woman speaking and her answer. the chill her tone sent up her spine was enough to make her want to turn and walk away from this entire meeting anyways. there’s a serious look on her face as she keeps her distance from the stranger. “i have a feeling i know what this is about. mysterious people only approach me for one reason and it’s not to ask me out for a cup of coffee…. though i could go for some coffee if we’re being honest. “
“ so you have ten minutes. if i say that the conversation is over after that, it’s over. i don’t waste time anymore discussing things that i don’t want to talk about. or people i don’t want to talk about. “ the area around them was empty save for a few evening runners or the odd couple taking an evening stroll along the river walk. there was plenty of room to make her exit if she wanted to. meeting in open areas was a first for her… and for once she felt safer than usual.
Josipa looks over the girl, sharp eyes picking out soft features and a fierce determination in her gaze, a light that refuses to be snuffed out. She doesn’t know whether that is a good or a bad thing. She smiles strangely, flicking the cigarette butt off the railing and allowing it to fall to the water far below. “You’re a sharp girl,” she says, turning to face her more fully. “And very pretty too.” A small smirk, perhaps condescending in appearance, but sad in intent. “I feel sorry for you.” And for more than one reason.
Slipping her hands into her pockets, she adopts a relaxed posture as she leans back against the railing, right boot crossed over the left. “I’d happily take you for coffee, but I feel you might not want that.” Any humor she intended is lost in her tone, and so she gets to the point. “You know where to find someone.” She makes a small tsk, tilts her head. “Mmm... maybe not where, but perhaps how.” She contemplates pulling out her picture of Nikolae (an old thing, taken when he was twenty-seven, the photo paper is worn and the photograph is colorless and grainy, but the face is nevertheless his,) but knowing her brother’s disposition she feels that it is perhaps best to tread carefully with this girl. She does not yet know what wounds she may poke.
“You know of whom I speak?”
božja vatra: 001
@abittangledup approaches from the northeast, the fiery tone of her hair mirrored by that of a strange, tall person staring vacantly out over the water while smoking a cigarette. 6′1″ and broad shouldered, Josipa Horvatinčić strikes an imposing frame with her well muscled body still noticeable underneath the long sage colored trench coat that she wears. Bright orange eyes flicker over towards the young woman as if she has just noticed her, as if she hasn’t been tracking her like a jungle cat for the last week. Taking one last drag, she grinds out the remainder of her cigarette on the metal railing of the bridge as Elizabeth Ellison approaches, the late afternoon sun illuminating sharp facial features that Josipa unfortunately shares with her brother.
“Miss Ellison.” Carried on a plume of thick white smoke, perhaps the girl will recognize something familiar in her name spoken in that accent, even through the strange cockney that’s diluted it. “I will have a moment of your time.”
" i literally can't stand you " - xoxo liz
@abittangledup
Josipa looks up at the young woman from where they sit at the table, polishing their knife and cocking their eyebrow. Perhaps it is a trait that she will recognize from their brother, a thing that will set her on edge - but Josipa is not in tune enough with the similarities between themself and their brother to express such emotional cognizance. “You’re the one who ran without a backup plan,” they say simply, returning their attention to their knife. “Did you really think that he would give up?”
Of course she didn’t. If their brother’s incoherent drunken babbling while he lay among the pile of his broken shrine before they drove their knife into his chest was any indication, Elizabeth Ellison was the object of an obsession the likes of which even Josipa had never seen. “Just be patient and we’ll get you somewhere safe until I can take care of him.” Their words are confident and strong, but there is an uncertainty that nags at the back of their mind. If a train was insufficient to kill him, how many pieces would he need to be in before he couldn’t glue himself back together?
“ did you do this ? “ / fisk for josipa - kingpinfcrged
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Josipa takes a drag of her cigarette, the glow at the end lighting up eyes that have been darkened over the years, a red glow over her sharp features. She looks at the man for a moment before she returns her attention to the three men crumpled at her feet, still and silent. Pulling the cigarette away from her lips, she flicks the ashes off the tip and onto the face of the more scrawny of the three, exhaling a thick, trailing white cloud.
“They’ll be fine,” she says rather than answering, looking at the blood spatter on the back of her hand before returning her attention to her uninvited companion. “Not friends of yours, I hope,” she says in her strange accent that rests somewhere between London, Southern Russian, and Croatian. “They are very rude.” And I had a paycheck to collect, she does not add.
Covid is not over and black lives still matter. Stop trying to “go back to normal” when shit is still happening.
Stop going on trips and going to restaurants without masks.
Keep educating yourself and protesting and calling and donating and signing petitions.
Wear a mask. End white supremacy. Defund police.
I know it’s tiring but it’s not over for either thing even though people are pretending it is. I know the overlap is exhausting. But be safe, social distance, and keep fighting the good fight.
random sentence starters: the third
change around as you see fit!
“ i want to be like you. “
“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “
“ what’s the plan here ? “
“ please just … come home. “
“ all i’m saying is that jurassic park could happen ! “
“ jeez , who pissed in your cornflakes this morning ? “
“ i’m a simple person. i see a cool rock , i pick it up. “
“ you’re so cute and i literally can not handle it right now , so i have to go— “
“ hey , uh , what do you got there ? “
“ we’re not friends. “
“ so , do you come here often or … ? “
“ slow down , i just want to get to know you … “
“ i’m angry at you ! i’m upset ! and you … you don’t even care ! “
“ will you promise to marry me in the future ? “
“ what are your thoughts on having kids ? “
“ oh , come on ! they were literally holding hands and becoming self aware of their own mortality ! it was a sad moment— stop laughing at me ! toy story 3 didn’t have to do us like that ! “
“ you’re my best friend. i’ll always have your back. “
“ … do you want to do something stupid with me ? “
“ you don’t have to be jealous , you know~ “
“ sing me a song. “
“ did you do this ? “
“ for once can you please be honest with me ? “
“ lets run away together. anywhere. i’m tired of this life. “
“ are you binge watching that show on netflix again ? “
“ how much britney spears i’ve listened to in the last 72 hours is none of your business ! “
“ god … i can’t look away , it’s like my eyes are drawn to it. “
“ why are you leaving ? “
“ admit it … i drive you wild. “
“ you’re so infuriating. “
“ i hate this town. “
“ i’m one call away , okay ? just one call. “
“ you want me so bad , don’t you ? “
“ i’ll just live in the forest as a goblin. “
“ you don’t know what i’m capable of. “
“ you want a tattoo of what now ? “
“ i can’t believe i’m confessing this but … i really really like you. “
“ look me in the eye when you’re breaking my heart ! you don’t get to look away , dammit ! “
“ i can’t believe we’ve just sat here for four hours and have done nothing. “
“ hey , hey , hey … guess what ? “
“ you are my platonic soulmate. “
“ someone thought we were a couple so like , we totally just hit best friend goals. “
“ the bigger the boobs , the stronger they are. that’s anime logic , at least. “
“ i can’t believe i fell in love … like an idiot. “
“ i’ve never fallen in love before … what’s it like ? “
“ hello ? 911 ? i’d like to report a murder of my remaining brain cells …. “
“ wow , look who remembered my existence. “
“ you want to hear a story ? oh uh … well … uh … l — let me tell you all about how this boy’s life got flipped turned upside down— “
“ … not many people really talk to me … “
“ tell me all about you. anything. everything. “
BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS
i’m going to go ahead and cut you off right there, because i don’t give a shit.
what the fuck, is all i have to say to that.
i was born in the darkness
you have a very different definition of fun
do you think we’re gonna die here tonight?
let’s get the fuck out of here
can you even look at least a little bit worried?
oh, you’ve out dumbed yourself.
you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do.
if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?
when’s the last time you ever walked into the dark woods?
give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous, i would appreciate that
one of these times we’re gonna die
i just heard a scream
well, if we just make it seem like we’re in on it, like… we’re here for the cult stuff
we’re here for the cult stuff, we saw the ad on craigslist!
you need to chill, you need to chill out
as we snuff these candles so too do we snuff you from this mortal world, you fucking wimp
you know what? i’m not trying to scare you, but i got a bad feeling about this one
you wanna play? let’s fucking play
do try to kill me
are you even human?
sound like a fair deal?
Manhandling symbol starters
Send one for your muse to…
★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
Add as much or as little context as you’d like!
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remember the things you used to love? Am I on that list?
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