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catharsii:
He took a deep breath.
“Please, do not hate me for this.”
His eyes closed then, and the ground began to shake around them until soon two large chunks of earth floated on either side of Vanya. He opened his eyes again, looking to Alex and waiting for his reaction.
Hate him? Why would he hate him?
It took him a minute to make the connection between the tremors and Vanya’s statement. He nearly grabbed Vanya before realizing he was the source, and was now holding pieces of earth beside him. In an instant, his fear turned to awe.
“Hate you? God has given you gift, my Vanya. Why hate you for what is making you special?”
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“I… have not been complete honest with you. There is… something I would like to be telling you.”
Alex eyed the other man warily, tensing slightly. There were a lot of ways this could go poorly, but he trusted Vanya. He’d hear him out, at the very least. He told himself there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Yes? What is wrong, my Vanya?”
10-13, 15-18
10. One bad part of writing in general?
Making my brain do the thing. I always want to write, and I have ideas, but getting them from my mind to wherever I’m writing is hard as hell. I’m sure everyone feels that way, but yeah, definitely that.
11. One bad part of writing alone?
Starting. I hate starting so much. When I write essays, I write my body before my introduction; when I write stories, I generally start in media res and then go back to add context.
12. One bad part of writing with others (roleplaying)?
I’m terrified of what other people think of my writing. No matter how many people tell me they like it, I’m always convinced that I am just the worst.
13. Something you don’t think you’re good at writing and why.
Action sequences! I don’t watch many action movies or read action books, so when it comes to writing something like a sword or fist fight I have no idea what to do.
15. One thing that draws you to a character to want to roleplay them?
I like characters with big hearts. I’m a sap. Pretty much all of my characters are family first, and most of them (OCs and CCs) would sacrifice their needs for other people’s wants. Which is not a good thing, and I am aware of that! It just tends to be a thread between my characters that they all need to recognize and work through.
16. One thing that draws you to a character to make you want to roleplay WITH them (as your partner’s character)?
An interesting personality. Like, if all your personality is is “this thing happened to me”, that’s not interesting. Hobbies, likes, dislikes, things outside of the “motivating factor”; those interest me a lot more.
17. A character trait you think is overused?
I’m sure there are some, but I can’t think of any right now? I could say “tragic backstory” but that doesn’t bother me if it’s explored well (I mean, Jesus, look at Alex. Look at almost all my characters). Like I said, it’s when either you claim a character has a trait and then show no evidence of it or a thing that happened to them is their ONLY “personality trait”, that bothers me.
18. A character trait you don’t see often that your muse has.
I don’t know how common bipolar II is? Alex specifically has that. I mean, characters with mental illnesses is not uncommon, but the specific diagnosis he has.
Get inside the Mun's head: Uncertainty Edition
1. A headcanon you're not sure of yet.
2. A question you're surprised no one has asked.
3. A favorite picture of your muse. And explain why.
4. A favorite picture of your muse's face claim BUT that you don't think actually matches your character too well. And explain why.
5. Gifs or icons and why?
6. Top 3 favorite fonts for Photoshops?
7. Formatting or no and why?
8. Sidebar themes, yes or no?
9. Themes where the scrolling part is a center rectangle and there's a still picture outside. Yes or no and why?
10. One bad part of writing in general?
11. One bad part of writing alone?
12. One bad part of writing with others (roleplaying)?
13. Something you don't think you're good at writing and why.
14. How do you keep your blog organized?
15. One thing that draws you to a character to want to roleplay them?
16. One thing that draws you to a character to make you want to roleplay WITH them (as your partner's character)?
17. A character trait you think is overused?
18. A character trait you don't see often that your muse has.
19. A character trait you don't see often that your muse does NOT have and why.
20. Something your character doesn't know but you do and how this effects how you roleplay them.
“I see no problem in using every food we have as pizza topping.”
“Best. Best best best. Fuck yeah.” Alex is DELIGHTED by the idea.
Random starters
“I just got fired.”
“We have two options here - run, or give up. Which will it be?”
“I see no problem in using every food we have as a pizza topping.”
“Green isn’t really your color …”
“Truth be told, I’d rather get stomped on by a herd of cows than meet your parents.”
“I don’t care how it’s been before, but there are people depending on you now, so you need to get your shit together!”
“Hey, our outfits match!”
“Wanna hear a joke?”
“I always knew I couldn’t trust you.”
“Can you come to my place at 9 p.m. dressed as a mailman? I’ll explain later. Oh - and bring a shovel!”
“Let me braid your hair.”
“I warned you, didn’t I? Said you should be careful. Why didn’t you listen?”
“I gotta say, I’m really jealous of your eyes. Like they’re so pretty it looks like you have make up on even when you don’t.”
“Any reason you have 12 sixpacks of Red Bull in your fridge?”
“I’ve never seen you dressed like that before. You look … really pretty.”
“We need to get out of here quickly! There are people after us!”
“Ever since I met you, I’ve been having very shitty luck.”
“How can you come here after everything you did to me?”
“You ruined me.”
“My offer still stands.”
“I can stop if I want, I just don’t want to.”
“So … what’s someone like you doing in a place like this?”
“I can fit like 16 strawberries in my mouth!”
“Why do you always do exactly the opposite of what you should?!”
“Can you please stop interrupting me with your puns? I have something important to tell you.”
“I think you’d look really good on my bed, or the sofa. Seriously, you’re exhausted, go take a nap.”
catharsii:
He hadn’t exactly wanted to come here in the first place. But sometimes these things were necessary, when trying to build a bigger name in the business. He’d spent the entire day in talks with a potential investor, and somehow, one way or another, it had ended up at the strip club.
And here he’d just been thinking of how Alex might be upset if he learned of this little trip.
Once the set was done, Vanya sauntered over to his boyfriend, smirking as he pulled out a fifty dollar bill and slipped it into the waistband.
“Hey, good looking. Give me lap dance?”
Oh.
Oh.
“Of course, handsome. Would be my pleasure.”
He no longer had to force the grin on his face, fingertips delicately pressed against his boyfriend’s shirt as he moved him back towards his chair. Alex enjoyed his job, he really did. The attention, the admiration, and knowing that none of them could touch him without his explicit permission (and even then, the boss would be peeved).
But this... this was a level above. He settled over Vanya’s lap and began moving to the beat of the new song, eyes locked with the other man’s. Normally he preferred closing his eyes, pretending to be lost in the music, or giving sidelong glances. Vanya was different. Vanya he wanted to know every little reaction to the sinuous movements of his body.
$ [vanya]
My character is doing their shift at a strip club and your character sees them. Send me a $ for my character's response to finding your's or # for my character's response to your's confronting them
Alex faltered in his routine for only a second, charming smile dropping in a moment of surprise. He wasn’t ashamed, exactly; it was a good source of income, and no one who knew his kids knew where he went at night except for Cassandra, who would never tell them. Vanya... well. He probably wouldn’t judge him for this, but would he want to still be with him?
Now wasn’t the time to think on that, though. He still needed to get paid. Forcing a smile back onto his face, he winked at Vanya as he continued the set, trying to ignore the ice crawling down his spine.
My character is doing their shift at a strip club and your character sees them. Send me a $ for my character's response to finding your's or # for my character's response to your's confronting them
highkey wanna tie a boy down and edge him with a vibrator until he’s a squirming, moaning mess and begging me to let him cum
catharsii:
For a moment he was lost to his anger, the ground continuing to shake and tremble until he heard Alex speak his name. Then it all stopped, and Vanya stood, moving to take Alex’s hands in his.
“I… I am sorry. It just… made me angry. I could not control. Are you alright–? ”
“Yes, I... yes. I am okay.”
He lifted Vanya’s hands, pressing soft kisses to his palms.
“You do not have to worry for me. It is in past. Father is in Russia still.”
catharsii:
He couldn’t hide the horror in his expression as Alex admitted that fact to him. Nor could he hide the anger that welled up inside him. The ground started to rumble beneath them, it all too much now to keep under control.
“He… does not deserve to be called your father.”
“No. He does not.”
Alex glanced around them, a vague sort of nervousness welling up inside him. He wasn’t worth all this, not really. Not to his mind.
“Vanya...? Is this...?”
catharsii:
“Good.”
He leaned in then to press a kiss just above the mark, before looking up at Alex with a gentle smile.
“Do not apologize. You know… I am not running away. I am staying, with you. Scars and everything else, is part of you.”
He stared down at Vanya, eyes wide. Not running away. Staying.
“...My father.”
It was blurted out before he could stop himself.
“My father did it.”
catharsii:
He noticed how Alex had grown tense, and immediately pulled his hand away. Whatever had caused that scar, Vanya was sure the story behind it wasn’t a good one. The mere thought of Alex being hurt in that way made him angry.
It was a good thing he had a good handle on his abilities, else he may have caused a small earthquake over it.
“I am sorry. I did not mean to… does it hurt, still?”
“No, no. Well, sometimes. But not now.”
He relaxed slightly, recognizing that Vanya was not about to mock him for it. Not that he thought the man would, just that it was possible. Worse things had happened.
“It was long time ago. I am sorry.”
✘ [vanya]
Alex stiffened slightly, turning to face him. “See something you are interested in?” He forced himself to keep his voice light, trying to pretend it didn’t bother him.
Send “✘” for your muse to run their fingers along mine’s scars!