i really miss roleplaying squalo! if i revamp this blog, would anyone be interested in writing still? is khr fandom even alive at this point?
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i really miss roleplaying squalo! if i revamp this blog, would anyone be interested in writing still? is khr fandom even alive at this point?
relogged to get the info for my old zen blog & got hit by a wave of nostalgia holy shit--- hey y’all
Moving Blog---
@molotovisms will be the blog that follows you. @rainstcrms will be where squalo is---!
Account Inactive | Perma Hiatus
might go perma inactive on all of my accounts, might not!
at this point the handful of people that talked & interacted w/
me have removed themselves from my contact lists, unfollowed,
etc for whatever reason—which is fine—y’all do you—but i do
have these lovely bouts of anxiety that have done me in.
i always tell myself i won’t bother interacting w/
people oocly outside of plotting & then i do. i might just remake my
accounts & start over. i don’t know.
either way—it’s been real, y’all.
my personal is @equestrinope if
anyone wants to get in contact w/ me.
Account Inactive | Perma Hiatus
might go perma inactive on all of my accounts, might not!
at this point the handful of people that talked & interacted w/
me have removed themselves from my contact lists, unfollowed,
etc for whatever reason---which is fine---y’all do you---but i do
have these lovely bouts of anxiety that have done me in.
i always tell myself i won’t bother interacting w/
people oocly outside of plotting & then i do. i might just remake my
accounts & start over. i don’t know.
either way---it’s been real, y’all.
my personal is @equestrinope if
anyone wants to get in contact w/ me.
RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
i gotta haircut & a cute cat
( it’s not ‘munday’ but i don’t give a fuck )
“I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Cleaning bloodstains out of his hair, that is.
Could he cut it? Yes. Is he going to? Hell fucking no.
Send me a url and I'll write some positivity for it.
the salty af munday meme
Because, like it or not, we're not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.
☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?
♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?
♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?
♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz
♚ How many people don't like you?
⚜ How many people do you not like?
✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?
☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?
☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?
☼ How long do you stay mad?
☀ What's your rp pet peeve?
☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn't have?
☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn't have been?
☢ What fads/trends are you so over?
☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?
♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?
❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?
✿ What do you think about public call out posts?
✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?
✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?
✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?
✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
❦ Has someone been jealous of you?
❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?
✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?
♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?
❣ How salty are you feeling right now?
Send ♠ if you ship our Muses together.
Twist; Tell me what made you ship them in the first place.
My muse cannot lie ! Send :
( feel free specify a context for each symbol )
💓 - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. *** ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. *** ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them. ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂- For one of the worst mischief they’ve done. ₪ - For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎ - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing.
His smile twisted into something less pleasant for a moment, but he sighed nonetheless. Nodding and standing from his chair, Dino walked carefully to a table set with several different bottles of liquor and began to pour two glasses.
“Alright, alright, you win. I admit, my men were being antagonistic. I suppose I was so upset because one of them that died was very promising.” Sighing again, Dino walked back to his desk and set down two glasses of whiskey.
“Care to join me? This was sure to have been the last thing you wanted to do today.”
“See? Why can’t we have nice things?” Squalo snorts loudly, folding
his arms across his chest. “I can think of a number of things that are
far worse than this.” After looking the other up & down, deciding that
Dino still meant him no ill will, Squalo sits. “Get me sloshed enough &
I just might switch sides.” A joke, of course.
Reborn glanced at the box that Squalo slid onto his desk, not moving to touch it or giving it a second glance.
“You’re getting uppity, Superbi,” Reborn replied with a smirk, amused by the remark concerning his age. “Worried that you wouldn’t survive my training?” Perhaps he’d show the Varia’s second just how little age mattered when it came to lethality–and how much Squalo had yet to learn.
“Look.” & the little bit of therapy Squalo has been attending, something he
has taken up in private, at the urging of Lussuria, has begun to show through.
A hint of irritation flashed across his visage, but settled into something calmer.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life---and I’ll readily admit I don’t know
much---it’s that the older generations have never been reliable to me.” He
drew up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ears, frown deepening.
“& I’m sure you all ready know it’s not death that I fear, Reborn. So surviving
would be of no consequence to me.” A shrug. “I’m going to rot in hell either
way.”
"Please don't hate me."
How could he possibly hate them? The one that has been supportive& kind for years whilst Squalo fought tooth and nail to find some senseof normalcy; the one that has kissed him & braided his hair---made himfeel loved. Even now, Squalo remains surprised that he has been ableto live to forty-two years of age. If not for Lussuria he knows he wouldhave been dead a long time ago. ‘I can’t do this---I can’t be what you need me to be.’The words hang heavily in the air & silence becomes a veil to protectthem both. Two decades ago---hell---even a decade ago, Squalo wouldhave been enraged. Screaming. It’s all he knew how to do back then. Nowhe remains still, breathing even as he looks over to them, countenanceremaining neutral save for a flash of sadness in his grey-blue eyes. Whenrain begins to fall & the sound of it pattering onto the roof fills the room, theirony does not evade him, but Squalo does not laugh.No, he nods, bangs falling over one eye. “I understand.” Neither of themwould settle for something that felt only half done; neither of them wouldsettle for being unhappy to save the other’s feelings. “& I want you to behappy, Luss. So be happy.” A small smile is all he can muster. Even thoughhe is calm & serene, the words still are a knife to the chest. Those wordsSqualo had been waiting for---had been praying to not hear. But he did. &now he knows that this really is over.“I’m going to teach in Germany for a while. It’ll be good to put some distancebetween one another for now.” In the end they will not settle down, they willnot be happy as a single unit, so this is better. It’s better to move on---hehopes. As the rain comes harder & louder, Squalo touches Lussuria’s cheek,pressing a kiss to their forehead for the last time. “I love you, Luss. We hadsome good years.” He does not linger; he feels like he’s being torn in two.Despite this, the serenity continues, the grace continues---and Squalo feelsold. “Take care of yourself, Luss.” Squalo has never been good at goodbyes,so he gives them a nod before leaving, hair swirling behind him. If he looksback, he’ll be lost in the grief & rage. ---in the end, the rain remains an inferno.