#flowersandtragedy

[zombieparadeimpulses]

Logged in after years n years and I do have SOME messages. Yeah, unfortunately probably won’t be back here. Anyway, if anyone wants to roleplay Dishonored (1-2) I see that the 2nd game did bring on a new wave of people wanting to roleplay.

I’m glad everyone loves a series that I’ve loved so much all these years!

If anyone wants to roleplay with the OCs I’ve put in the tags (check out their blogs! I’ll never delete them because so much character development I’m so proud of!) you can always DM about it. 

[voidartixt]

flowersandtragedy fight me

[neath-a-bower-of-lilacs]

Character aesthetics → Arabella Delaney (flowersandtragedy​)

The Witch – Daughter of the mists and downpour, come to set roots so far from home. She blooms amidst blood and decay, far from a fairytale

[voidartixt]

flowersandtragedy

“So, how’s your girlfriend?”

The innocent smile and sweet tone aren’t nearly enough to mask the barb beneath the phrase, mocking what she knew very well to be a hopeless crush.

“Seen her lately? Are you going to sing another hopeless love song next time she comes by?“

[wolf-of-dunwalla]

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             Daud trudged through the green mire of Brigmore, knee-deep in peat and vibrant chlorophyta slicking off his boots. He struggled to be released from the bogs grip, pulling himself out of the slough with a grunt as he finally reached grass. Only problem was, he had entered witch territory.              It was where he needed to be, but still concern knotted within him. Delilah’s coven was competent, and Daud could possibly be overpowered by enough of them. Not to forget, there was a lot which was at balance, powers and forces which Daud could not even comprehend. 

            Still, he trekked on- only pausing out of instinct upon noticing movement in his field of vision. Something or someone had materialized in a blink far before him. Daud’s first thought was that they were one of his men, only the figure lacked a masculine frame, but had instead a slender and feminine one. One of Delilahs. 

             The assassin braced himself for a potential encounter, drawing his blade and cautiously stepping behind remnants of a derelict building for some amount of cover. He’d prefer to stay hidden this time. 

[flowersandtragedy-archived]

About the mun

tagged by ratofdunwall

B A S I C S

Name: Nessie, Ness Pronouns: She/Her Zodiac sign: Libra Taken or Single: Single Three facts: Heteroromantic Ace, I like music and chocolate.

E X P E R I E N C E

How long (months/years?): I think... three years or so altogether? Two years out of tumblr and it will be a year on september on tumblr. Platforms you’ve used: Skype, Gmail, Tumblr Best experience: Dynamics between characters :D How some plots can be so serious yet you have others be so ridiculous and match, makes the story interesting.

 M U S E   P R E F E R E N C E S

Favorite face: n_n”” I’m pretty okay with all fcs I have for my mains. Least favorite face: Since I’m still not used to fcs, I’d say none.

W R I T I N G   P R E F E R E N C E S

Multi or Single: I have yet to do multi but I’m open to the idea. Fluff, Angst or Smut: Hum. I’m particular with whom I rp smut or anything nsfw, otherwise fluff or angst is great :D!  Plots or Memes: Both, really. Long or Short replies: Whatever is your style, I just want it to roll. Best time to write: In the afternon, when I have the time and do all my things, when I’m most active too.  Are you like your muse(s): A bit, you take a part of yourself and put it in them to make it real. They grow from that and become their own people then and it’s out of your hands, you use that tiny bit just to pull yourself into them.

I tag whoever wants to do it. Also thedreamingvoid, collectorofstories, thekhurtinfamilytree, heretical-aristocracy and religiousshitbaby :)

[whalerwitch]

flowersandtragedy liked this for a starter.

Billie wasn’t technically allowed to be snooping around Brigmore Manor, but Daud was out for the entire week on a mission outside the city, and she was free to do as she pleased. Her freedom had been intended as leeway to keep the other whalers under reign, but she hardly cared a word for what her commander bid her do nowadays, and had taken the opportunity to poke around instead.

Her foray had taken her deep into the mildewing depths of the building, stooping to duck under fallen beams and using every trick she knew to keep out of sight of the witches and their hounds. It might be considered foolish to push her luck with the faction that already knew her as a plotting turncoat, but her curiosity knew no bounds. Billie was confident enough in her abilities to assume she wouldn’t be spotted.

That was, however, only until a rotting board gave way under her, and she was sent plummeting to the water below. She hit with a splash but was unharmed in all but pride. Quickly, she slunk back into the shadows, all the better to watch and see if any witches would investigate the noise. If luck favored her, maybe they’d even neglect to cast any void sight about.

[vvhisperways-archives]

"You almost looked peaceful. Except you're lying in a dirty alley." - flowersandtragedy (Adrian).

█ ▌ "Correction: I am sitting in a dirty alley, and 'peaceful' isn't quite the word I'd use to describe my current state of being."

Indeed, the Whaler sat cross-legged with his back propped against a grimy brick wall, muttering a string of choice curses as he pressed a gloved hand to his right eye. Evander abruptly paused as he realized a moment too late that what he'd believed was a 'good hiding place' had been discovered. Sighing, Evander shifted his head to look up at the stranger, uncovered eye squinting critically."I take it you're not here to bloody the other side of my face, else you would have done so already. Unless you're appreciating my remaining good half before you ruin it?"