☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed
🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write
🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me
prompt: my experience in the roleplaying community, @amatorial
🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me.
there's a few blogs that inspire me that i have gotten to write with, and it's just because i am enjoying the content that's being put out. there's also a lot of people here who are just so downright creative whether that pertains to character graphics, the way they write their characters ect. @sm4llville (once again sorry for the callout big, is one of those people who really gets that clark kent interpretation, y'know?? also i have only gotten to know them briefly but @loisl4ne with her interpretation of THAT lois lane from that show?? we love smallville here, i will tolerate no hate. jks you can be critical of the show but smallville has importance here.
going over towards the marvel side, it's been really cool seeing all these different takes, the way people have tailored all these characters in a way that's true to them but also adding a touch of themselves. gonna say just say point blank that i am still new to comic books so the mcu has honestly been my gateway to marvel but seeing @startaxian (astro) and @kingspartax (eli's) take on peter quill / star-lord has been such a joyride. i really love peter quill and i'll always get excited about new portrayals that take him further and beyond with what the mcu originally did for him because he such a fun character that deserves the world. @fntstic, @soulbarer and @diam1nd are also always just a positive space on my dash. like i said, don't know much about marvel characters outside their visual media appearances so i have been learning a lot just through their portrayals and dior (i really am loving all the fluffy shenanigans booster and emma are going through even if they are really slow and drawn out from my end)
taking it over to the dc side of things, @rotinto's take on poison ivy is so much fun with all their aesthetics and the prose being used in their writing. there was a lot of thought there with your portrayal and she's just so great, cunning, sultry and all those things i love about her and i do love the little horror you have incorporated all around. i am just having a blast with the little thread thing we have going on. it's campy, and a very booster coded encounter. few blogs that i also follow / have just started following but will get a shoutout because: @supurman, @identitysolved, @themiscira, @bruz3r i actually dont follow many dc blogs?? rip. the fandom is pretty tiny.
and finally these are just the blogs that are just really fun, have characters i really enjoy / have interest from my end but are also just lovely people: @warplanet, @print17, @bdazzled / @serendpitous, @darehearts, @ronins, @cqnna, @strangewonderful, @wldwst / @xitmusic, @f1llgraves / @redcr0ss, @unhalloweds, @amatorial, @bycain, @bychuck, @fireho3s, @fablelike
*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: ───💍 Hands shook violently as she she paced. They were all supposed to be her family, the real one, the one that would love her and this game had fucked it all up.
Daniel had been the only honest one. Alex, he tried to help but Jesus the tables had turned so quickly. Fuck-- Charity had almost killed him.
Frame bent down to rip off another section of her dress before moving to start tying it around his shoulder. Another hidden space in their never ending hell hole of a mansion.
❝Your wife is really fucked in the head, just saying.❞
Insensitive, but after everything she was certain she was off her rocker completely and kindness didn't matter. She killed her, she is pretty sure she had at least. The gun went off a second time and she didn't stop slamming her head.
Her hands move to press harder against where he had been shot in the shoulder from the way Grace shoved him. She got lucky, he did too but this wasn't the end. Between the two of them they were leaving trails of blood all over the house.
❝I don't think Alex is the one who's gonna get outta this shit hole place with me. I think--❞
She doesn't want to say it but something felt like it had shifted in the last few hours. He had been taken out and it seemed like whatever happened in this fucked up family changed them on a cellular level. But maybe not Daniel, and if it did, it changed him for the better. But, despite how this night had started, how he had almost sold her out there is guilt. He was hurt because of her, he nearly died by his wife's hand because of her.
This was so fucked.
❝Are you ok? I bet that hurts, fuck. I'm sorry, this is all my fault Daniel.❞
La bellezza di una cosa, una persona, un oggetto, si può percepire in diversi modi e forme. Quello che dona una scintilla, quell’emozione sul petto, però, sono i dettagli.
E’ la sublimazione di tutti i meravigliosi particolari che, se non fossero tali, non creerebbero un grandioso complesso d’emozioni.
thought i should stop by, see if you were okay. / nat @ remy
gambit found himself situated in the corner of an empty room, shirtless & surrounded by myriads of necessities. in one pile there sat discarded & bloodied bandages; on his opposite side were fresh bandages waiting to be used. before him, however, sat the most important ingredient of them all, liquor. though his wounds were treatable, it was his shame that caused the deepest pain. in this recent mission featuring both avengers & x-men, his shortcomings had led to the mission's failure. most would say he wasn't to blame, yet remy lebeau knew when to let shame pull his chin down. ❛ gambit's doing just fine, chere. ❜ he winces, attempting to finish wrapping his bandages. ❛ i've been dealt worse hands before. ❜ a beat, sighing as dark eyes focus on the ground beneath him. ❛ just frustrated it's my fault things didn't go our way, tu sais? ❜ another beat. ❛ as much as i appreciate the check up, i'm betting you came to tell me to sit the next one out? ❜
❛ who said anything about talking? ❜ the rougher edges of his voice were smoothed down by his demeanour, shimmering white tones strolling through the empty room & behind natasha. upon reaching her, marc places the bottle down beside her before following it with two glasses, all of which were definitely not swiped from elsewhere. ❛ although, as someone who's been to therapy, nat ... ❜ he jokes before pausing, sliding onto the chair beside her before leaning forward & pouring both drinks. ❛ it only gets easier when you talk about it. ❜ a beat, sliding one glass towards her. ❛ i learned that the hard way. so how long are we going to sit in silence? i'm fine with all night if needed. ❜
kliff has seen hundreds of temporary companions on each road in his life. some had not lingered for long before their paths diverged. others hadn’t spoken to him at all, BUT PREFERRED TO STAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PATH, cold as ice and unfriendly. those, he did not mind. but this one seems little bound to avoiding his footsteps or, perhaps, kliff is little bound to avoiding the knight's footsteps.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ seems we’re headed in the same direction. ❞ he breaks the silence with little fanfare, voice lowered against the quiet hush of the wind. ❝ we may even be traveling to the same place entirely. care to share ? ❞
" i didn't know you were so hungry for melodrama these days, " rory quips, trying her best to keep things light despite the circumstances that face them. neither woman is the best with change. rory is certainly better at masking it though, but the tears that threaten to well in the corners of her bright blue eyes certainly aren't masked today.
despite all odds and premonitions and, frankly, cold hard facts at the time they met, somehow the duo became a duo. they were roryandparis although paris would certainly insist on going first, both for entitlement and alphabetical reasons. but, dear reader, this is rory's inner monologue right now. if you want the paris version, take a left up at the corner. you can't miss it!
" you're going to be fine without me, i promise. " it's a reassurance to herself too. she's not quite sure what a life without paris looks like anymore. not that she'd ever really be without paris. but physically without her. it's new. it's terrifying. she's going to miss her greatly.
" don't call terrence too much. remember, i'm still here to talk too. " without a second thought, she wraps paris in a tight hug — one she's not sure when she'll ever be ready to let go.
