#fxrechild

[penguinpositivity]

i'd like to take a second to appreciate the absolute wonder that is @fxrechild. such an absolutely phenomenal character, paired with the sweetest mun i've ever met!

[terrifiesthem]

❛ you’re creepin’ around like NO ONE KNOWS. ❜

( @fxrechild ! )

[cenizar]

@fxrechild | sc!

“You too, huh?”

His masked head tilts back and to the side--just a bit--as he studies her. Her costume seems to be just that--a homemade costume--and he can’t help but wonder if she manages to keep it from burning somehow, or if she has stacks of the same outfit somewhere, ready to go when this one burns up.

Cinder is lucky to have the connections he does, and he takes a moment to appreciate that. Buying new clothes--not to mention new covers for his prosthetic--constantly hadn’t made much financial sense.

Offering his fellow pyrokinetic a hand--a hand cloaked in a low, crackling flame--he asks: “You got a name, kid?

[fcrgedstrength]

@fxrechild ~ continued from X

Bucky could feel himself getting caught between not caring what was happening - he was and had been a soldier; he'd shared quarters that were just as uncomfortable as this or worse - and caring far too much - she was a woman, after all, and it wasn't as if he was in the habit of sharing a bed with someone of the opposite sex. Regardless of how history books - idiotically - chose to paint him, he never had been.

He shrugged, not sure what exactly to say about it all. "Sure. That, uh, would be fine with me. As long as your fine with it all? Really, I would be more than fine on the couch. I've slept on much more uncomfortable surfaces than a couch, I promise. There's no reason why you couldn't just have your bed to yourself as normal. But," Lest he seem argumentative, which he knew he didn't want with her. "It's whatever you're most comfortable with."

[losingsiide-archive-blog]

eyyy so ya boi made it to 200!! i think these are still cool? who knows, i’m not hip with the kids. but i made this blog just a few months ago and hit 100 in a few weeks, and now i’m here. honestly coming back to rp after?? god knows how long?? was one of the few good decisions i’ve made. i mean, granted, i made plenty of bad ones afterwards ( skipping class to talk about headcanons, writing 2500+ words in a little under an hour, like 90% of the stuff that makes me cool ) but it was well worth it. i came into the sherlock rp community cautiously, honestly expecting to leave within two weeks, but i’ve made some really good friends who are incredibly important to me. i love them a lot you guys.

RAIN MARS INSERT SHITTY JOKE HERE,

so. i’ve talked about kacie a thousand times, i know i don’t have to. you guys know how much i love her. but i say it because it’s important. kacie and i built a friendship off of loving each other and rolling our eyes at everyone else; at the end of the day, she’s who i have. she’s my best friend, my soulmate, my partner in far too many bad decisions but all of my good ones, the only person who call my on my bullshit and encourages me to be my saltiest self in the same breath. for three years, i’ve gotten nothing but love and support from her. so please excuse my outward affection, all the appreciation posts, all the replies on her munday photos and every ooc post, how i yell about rain to people who don’t even know who kacie is, i’m just trying to make up for three years of her doing the same for me. nobody else can make me laugh like she does, the kind that leaves me gasping for air and smiling so hard my entire face hurts, and nobody else can make me go from angry and annoyed and frustrated to flopping over onto my bed and pressing my face into a pillow because her anger at whatever is bothering me, no matter how small or how little she knows about it, makes my chest hurt from all the love. so just, like, let me have this. even though she’s gonna read this and call me gay, and i’ll tell her i’m just gay for her, and she’ll send me a heart and i’ll send her one and know i made her smile, and that will be enough // @fxrechild​

MY ENGLAND MOM, MARTHA,

i guess i should probably start at the beginning. sophie was my first friend in the fandom. my rp blogs don’t last long without partners to write with. i get bored easily. so to everyone who likes my blog, everyone i met after sophie, you have her to thank for my being here. sophie let me rant to her about headcanons i had barely developed, back when i had even less of a grasp on sherlock than i do now. she was my rp partner, and then somewhere along the way she became a lot more than that. she’s a teacher. if there’s one thing i’ve learned in all my years, all sixteen of them ( guys help i’m so old ), it’s that teachers are very much born. it’s not an occupation, it’s a type of person. sophie just happens to be employed as a teacher as well as being one. i know i’m not making sense so let me explain: few people are capable of the warmth that sophie displays, and even fewer are capable of directing it towards someone so far away, and then, once you have that, you have to actually be able to teach something. for sophie, it’s how to care. sophie is, without a doubt, the first person i think of when someone says compassion or kindness or love. she’s there for me when i’m anxious, sad, upset, but she’s there for the good times too, for all the smiles and the laughter, and she never misses a beat. i said once that she was family and that still stands. some people are just too important to simply say ‘friend’ // @adler-thewoman​

MY ANGST QUEEN SUPREME,

i’m half-tempted to leave it at that, actually. i swear, allison has made cry as many times as she’s made me smile. allison is incredibly involved in her character. she understands abigail in a way that shocks me every day, but it makes her wonderful to talk to. her dedication to her character is, in short, absolutely beautiful to see. allison is absolutely beautiful to see in general. she’s chill as hell, which is great for days when i’m too tired to do much else but talk about sherlock and abigail being cute together. she doesn’t get nearly enough sleep but that’s okay; it means she’s always awake when i need her. allison is, in every respect, one of the best listeners i have ever had the pleasure of being friends with. whether it’s long-winded headcanons about our muses or just my irl problems, she’s here, ready to talk. and when i need time alone, she understands. i can’t explain how important that is. being able to listen, to understand, these are skills i’ve struggled with my whole life and allison makes it look easy. when i’ve had a long day and i want quiet, chill time, she’s who i go to. my gratitude for her patience and time can’t be expressed in words // @suumuxor​

MY ACTUAL IRL ANGEL,

i don’t actually write with jack all that much. jack isn’t someone i have to write with to maintain our friendship. there’s genuine affection here. when i come home, when i’m sad, when i wake up, he’s the person i go to. i couldn’t tell you why to save my life. i’ve tried a thousand times, written jack novels about why he means so much to me, but it’s the kind of thing i can’t put into words. but i’ll try one more time. half the time he’s making a joke, the other half he’s being one of the most affectionate people i’ve ever met. i can’t think of what i could have done to earn his singular love, so i assume he’s like that with everyone. as funny as he is, as much as he makes me laugh and roll my eyes in equal measure, it’s that ridiculously thoughtful, caring part that fascinates me. i still haven’t quite figured jack out, but i’m gonna. i guess until then, that’s my excuse to keep talking to him // @psychopatx

MY PERSONAL RAY OF SUNSHINE,

every day i call her my sunshine and every day she tells me i’m wrong. i wonder when she’s gonna figure out that i’ve never been so right about anything. zoe is an amazing person. incredibly strong and determined, intelligent as hell and passionate about what she does. she loves mary like i love her, and that’s saying a lot. even without knowing i’m in a bad mood or in a bad place, she cheers me up, and has never failed to do so. being around her is like being outside in the perfect weather in your favorite place. it’s impossible to not feel better when you talk to her. she’s such a beautiful person, insanely caring and always ready to help her friends. she cares so deeply for the people she chooses to surround herself with, and never fails to make me feel loved, which is hard to do. if i can be half of what she is to me, i’ll consider myself a success // @traiinedassassiin

&& MY PARTNER IN MY SLOW DESCENT TO HELL.

sometimes michelle is indistinguishable from john watson. i haven’t told her this yet, but sometimes she says things or does things and i sit back and wonder if that’s why she’s so good at writing him. here’s the thing about john watson: sherlock pulls a lot of bullshit. he does a lot of stupid things, he’s a ridiculous man with mood swings like hell, but john puts up with it. not only does he put up with it, he loves sherlock. and that’s a lot like michelle. i do a lot of ridiculous things. i get anxious for no reason, sad over small things, i have mood swings like hell, but michelle is right there. always calm, always telling me to talk to her about it instead of letting it get all bottled up. michelle is balancing on that thin line between caring and commanding, which can really throw me off sometimes when she tells me to talk to her and yes, i want to, but she’s also very hard to say no to in general. so maybe that’s why i keep writing sin and further cementing my place in hell. it’s here i have to point out that while writing this, michelle saw fit to send me absolute filth from a johnlock fic, so she’s going down with me. but back to my point. michelle is the most patient person i have met. she deals with me at my worst and somehow comes out of it still sane and wanting me around, and i don’t quite think i can express how important that is to me // @julietthotelwhiskey

and a note from the author. i have argued and will continue to argue that roleplaying is about one thing: people. it’s people who like writing, yes, but it’s people. we’ve all fallen into this odd little hobby together, so we may as well make friends. my bias list is short because it’s honest; the people above are people i genuinely care about, and i will continue caring about them as long as they allow me to, or as long as i am meant to, whichever comes last. i have five ( yeah, fuck kacie ) IM conversations open right now. little icons on the side of my dash and i can’t tell you how big my smile is when one of my friends messages me. so let yourself make ridiculously close friends through this dumb little hobby, because knowing that someone cares about you for you is one of the most rewarding things in life, far better than having good graphics or formatting or hell, even being the best writer.

that’s all, folks. <3

[offendreason]

( @fxrechild )

           neverland had been BORING recently, which was a rare thing for the boy to think. captain hook and his crew had been silent recently, leaving peter and the lost boys to their own devices. the treasure hunts have become ROUTINE and they needed much more. so he was in search of STORIES, but the boy was coming up short. it was like people didn’t tell STORIES to their children anymore, people never left windows open either. the times were changing, and peter was BEHIND on that change. after all, time was different in neverland. so the boy was SHOCKED when he came across an open window on a cold night. he hesitated for a moment before slowly floating towards it, looking around to a dark room. everyone seemed asleep, so he figured he’d take a look. he hovered into the room, bare feet resting gently on the floor as he landed in front of the window. slowly he walked forward, looking around the room. a small NIGHTLIGHT was on, but obviously the light wasn’t bright enough. the boy stepped on something, a loud hiss leaving his mouth as he did so. he froze, ready to fly out of the room or do whatever he could. he hoped it wouldn’t WAKE the person that was sleeping in the bed in front of him.

[tastelcsshaze-a]

@fxrechild | starter call

“After everything with Hannah I’ve kinda done all that i can to check on people, you know? Especially the quiet loner types. Not that i think you’re a loner or anything just      you were alone.”

[phccnix-blog]

continued from xx

@fxrechild

Micah pulled the sweatshirt sleeve down over the mark on his forearm and shook his head. “Mom says I’m too much trouble, Rain.” The boy was fidgeting, the way he always did when he was getting anxious. Which, to be honest, he always was. Even though a deputy had managed to get him out of that house he was still always anxious. “I get into stuff I’m not supposed to, and I make too much noise and I-” He was going to go into a spiral if he continued.

“I’m trouble. It’s not good for you.”