#;roleplay

[bowlofyatos]

BACK FROM HIATUS!

Hello hello! I will be back for approximately two weeks before I'm off for a while again but I'm ready to get back at it!

[devotionbled]

@betrayingcrown from here!

Dirt is a familiar taste in the warmth of her mouth; resting upon a tongue and shackles upon the wrists is more wonted. It is foul how she's been here before, judgment in the eyes before her. This is not new to her; heaven or hell, she has been here before.

This realm is new to her. There is a plague of stars and foreign names; it is waves that overwhelm her lithe body, the sea of unfamiliarity dragging her under.

She had felt something entirely new.

When she woke up in these lands, she was so, so cold without the furnace of the Phoenix. It is odd to no longer have fevers, and a body slick with perspiration.

Long did she wander in a daze; before the reign over her body ended, horror and dread found in a man. He drew his sword first. It was only right that she twisted the knife in his gut, ritual slaughter in how she wrote the language of the Undying upon flesh just as she was taught.

Chan fhaod an rud a tha marbh bàsachadh gu bràth.

What is dead may never die.

So here she stands before a King. She is not afraid even when he weaves and demands obedience with such a voice that commands respect.

"I am Jote, Knight of the Undying--my liege," it is foreign to roll the honorifics over a tongue for a pretender. She does not know if he is a King at all, or if he is real. She will dance and play the part of compliance while this false dream tears at her mind. She is proud, spine tall as she gazes at him; she will not look away.

"I killed him, it is true. He was a lamb to the slaughter, an offering. If it provides any hope, any mercy upon me; he will be reborn again."

[cryptid-ocs]

Welcome to the Woods

;Hello, my name is >CRYPTID<

;New OC RP Blog [And technically a singular Canon]

;Not new to Tumblr, but it’s been a while

;Open to Canon and OCs

;Ships will only be MxM

;Smut and Angst welcome

;NSFW will be ;NSFT [Not Safe For Tumblr]

;Potentially triggering subjects will be ;NSFTE [Extreme]

;I might be forgetting some info, so this post might be edited in the future

[jihxvn]

You have pretty eyes. But why is there a mask covering the rest of your pretty face? Makes me wonder what you are hiding. - Ace

Jihoon had to bite back the urge to scoff at the other's words, eyebrows raising some as he did before staring the other in their eyes defiantly and hooking his finger into the top of his facemask and tugging it down so the other could see his face properly. "Better?" His tone was laced with sarcasm as he spoke. "I'm not severely burned over 50% of my face, Nor am I hiding anything else as you can see." Jihoon tugged the mask back up over his mouth and nose to properly conceal them and sighed with a soft chuckle leaving him in irony.

[jihxvn]

sxcheon

— “is it though?” kichul asked softly, eyes searching the other’s features to see if he was telling the truth. “is it easier to e without friends and family, without support?” he inquired, “because that sounds lonely and burdensome, it sounds quiet.” he listed, lips tugging into a frown at the thought of being alone. 

The words alone had a sort of venom to them, The words spoken by a person who was wounded-- Somehow though, The other's words softened his facade and he sighed, visibly wilting in his spot but silently; The other's honesty was like that of a child but it was still something that he could appreciate and it seemed to speak to him better than any other words as he pursed his lips tight and swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat. For once, Jihoon didn't know what to say but he blinked back his haze and stood up taller as if that would show that he was strengthening up his resolve and his image, hiding away the soft response that seemed to have peeked through the facade. "Sometimes-- ..." his voice came out a bit louder and unsteady that he hoped and he softened it, "Sometimes quiet is better . . . You don't get hurt."

[jihxvn]

sxcheon

— “who? me?” kichul laughed, “definitely not,” he shook his head, “ah, if you were looking for a quiet time, i’m definitely not the person to be with,” he joked. kichul was a boy who can’t go seconds without making some noise.

Jihoon couldn't help but sigh softly, the other was so proud of this factor too as he seemed to be beaming of it and he was joking around with his words but easily, Jihoon could tell that there was an obvious verity and subsistence to his words; just as there was to his.  "So you're never, ever, e v e r -- Quiet?" He questioned with disbelief, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand as he eyed the other. "Not even when you're asleep? not even in the library?" he was playing around now, but he was sure that he'd gander some sort of funny response from the other even with this.

[jihxvn]

“Nice save on tripping there. Yep, I saw it.”

The tips of his ears were taking on a familiar flushed colour as he pursed his lips tight into a fine line awkwardly, He had a few choices here-- Continue to feign ignorance or come clean and admit that he'd nearly fell out in a public space; and he could tell that his body was going against him at this time as he was attempting the first option before slipping into the next. "At least I didn't actually crash and burn ?" Voice weak, an attempt to make a joke with the inflection torwards the end of his sentence and eyebrows raising in question with it as a soft chuckle rumbled through him.