#compulsive-virtuoso

[nithhaiahh]

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"Would you like to borrow my lipstick to paint on your hand so you have someone to kiss?"

The banshee stared as a couple of tears formed down her eyelashes but also a smile covered her lips.

"I don't know if I should cry or laugh. Both are good."

[jinxid]

closed  starter  @compulsive-virtuoso​​

powder  doesn’t  realise  they’re  done  until  the  room  falls  quiet.      she  glances  up  and  her  worst  fears  are  confirmed.     she  winces.     three  sets  of  eyes    -—     all  on  her,     all  anger  and  bitter  resignation     even  violet.      she  looks  away  again,     squeezing  her  eyes  shut.     ‘  i’m  sorry,  ’    but  her  words  are  smoke.    she  says  them,     they  hang  in  the  air  for  a  moment,     and  then  they  just      ...     disappear.     nobody  cares  if  she’s  sorry,     ‘cause  sorry  isn’t  gonna  fix  all  the  mistakes  she’s  made.     it’s  lame.     it’s  all  she  has.     two  words  and  nothing  else  to  show  for  herself;     i’m  sorry.      as usual.   

‘  right.     we’ve  heard  that  before.  ’

an  argument  breaks  out  around  her  and  she  groans,     slamming  her  hands  over  her  ears  to  drown  out  the  noise.     it’s  too  much.     it  isn’t  𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘙.      she  needs  to  get  out  of  here.     she  says  she’s  going,     mumbles  it  more  like,      then  legs  it  up  the  stairs  before  anyone  can  stop  her.     they’re  gonna  talk  about  her  anyways     -—     gonna  talk  about  how  she  messes  everything  up  and  causes  nothing  but  problems.     she  doesn’t  need  to  hang  around  and  listen.     she  doesn’t  know  where  she’s  going,     but  that  doesn’t  matter.     that’s  the  𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘛  of  her  problems.     

𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗.     stupid,     stupid,     stupid.      what’s  wrong  with  you,     huh?      you  dummy.     what’s  your  problem?     she’s  been  walking  for  a  good  while  before  she  stops,     turning  into  an  alley  and  resting  her  heaving  shoulders  against  the  wall.     she  kicks  blindly.     assorted  junk  and  spare  parts  go  skittering  across  the  stone  floor  and  for  the  briefest  moment,    she’s  satisfied.     she  stands  in  the  resulting  quiet,     hands  pushed  into  the  pockets  of  her  shorts  and  lip  sticking  out  in  a  cracked,     bloody  pout.     

then,     the  anger  creeps  back  in.     it  always  does. 

she  starts  to  tremble.     she  feels  like  she’s  going  to  scream     -—     to  scream  so  long  and  hard  it  breaks  her  open.      there’s  enough  𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗘  inside  her  to  bring  down  the  whole  damn  undercity.     for  a  moment,     she’s  sure  of  it.     for  a  moment,     she  wants  to.     she  balls  her  hands  up  into  fists  and  slams  them  against  the  nearest  wall,  punching wildly  and  sobbing  and  shrieking  until  her  knuckles  bruise.     only  then  does  she realise  that  someone  is  standing  at  the  foot  of  the  alley,     watching  her.     she  steps  back,     sniffles,     and  brushes  the  tears  from  her  cheeks. 

‘  ...     what  do  you  want?  ’

[goldenfists]

stay away from jhin she's not good enough for you

in    the    silence    of    his    soul,    he    paid    heed    to    the    lurking    shadows    arriving    with    an    unwelcomed    notice,    taking    in    the    howling    of    flames    that    surrounded    his    chamber    ⸻    it    was    as    if    those    flames    could    burn    up    his    inner    rage    [    a    sentiment    that    was    fueled    by    the    nonsense     coming   from    those    who    were    camouflaged    behind    masks    ],    as    if    his    frustrations    and    ire    were    the    fuel    turned    into    obsidian    ashes.    he    felt    the    heat    drying    his    sun-bathed    complexion,    scorching:    there    was    beauty    in    that    luxurious    decoration,    glowing    embers    that    reminded    him    of    who    was    the    king;    of    who,    regardless    of    countless    attempts    made    to    steal    his    throne,    was    the    one    who    ruled    the    pits.

there    was    no    need    for    a    mask    of    docility    ⸻    after    a    moment    of    silence    to    digest    the    warning,    his    golden    spheres    met    the    mist    of    the    unknown.    ❝    and    who    are    ya    to    tell    me    who    is    enough    for    me    or    not,    stranger?    ❞    guttural    vocals    echoed    throughout    his    chamber.    ❝    who    are    ya...    to    come    here    and    tell    me    what    to    do?    did    i    ever    ask    for    your    opinion,    anyway?    ❞    there    was    a    dagger-shaped    canine    exhibited    beneath    the    mantle    of    his    malicious    smirk,    menacing.    ❝    i    don't    think    that    my    business    is    your    business    too.    so...    leave.    ❞    a    gesture    was    made    towards    the    gates    of    steel.    ❝    leave    now...    or    y'    might    not    see    the    light    of    the    day    again.    ❞

[biolightning]

Do your IRL friends know about your RP?

Do you prefer groups or 1 on 1?

nope! roleplaying is a hobby i've always been pretty embarrassed about, to be honest. it's not something i'd be comfortable talking about with my friends, not even the more fandom - inclined ones.

funnily enough, i did start my roleplaying hobby with irl friends, though! we were still kids, somewhere around 10-12 years old, and we had a notebook which we wrote in and passed around in our little group. good times.

as for groups versus one on one, i do like both as each has its own appeal, but groups are a bit too much of a commitment to me nowadays so i tend to stick with one on one writing! more freedom to be flighty that way, lmao. also it's just logistically a lot easier.

munday prompts / @compulsive-virtuoso

[summoner-renzus]

"Treat all your ladies like this?"

"Only the psychotic killers."

Renzus kept the barrel of his chrome-lined pistol firmly pressed against the back of Jhin's head. It had taken a miracle for him to get this close, which almost made him wonder if Jhin was allowing him to do so on purpose.

"I'd like you to come quietly, even if I know you probably won't."

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[talesofruneterra]

Rissu breathed deeply, listening to her surroundings. Another series of killings. Four bodies, all posed. There was no mistaking it. This was the work of a certain masked killer infamous among the Kinkou, and now, it fell to her to track that killer down. Rissu waited with still breath, certain that the killer wasn’t far. She only needed a trail to follow...

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