#heroicks

[demonslayvr]

it’s weird…. how a jacket can be more reliable than a father. / lady.

meme | accepting / poetry starters.

                >> 🔥 <<     ❝         IT’S KINDA CLOWNISH   actually   –   okay that was  . .  a little in BAD TASTE   but y’get what i mean,  lady.  clownish,  stylish ‘n   UNSURPRISINGLY   reliable than most fathers.  sure demon’s get their   GUTS   on ‘em but least y’can dry clean it.   CAN’T DO THAT   with fuck all dads.        ❞

[theharellan]

15, 33, 36

15. How has rp changed you personally? | also asked by @hopewrought

i’ve been rping on and off since i was about eleven so... it’s hard to say, really? it’s something i’ve grown up with and a hobby that’s apart of who i am as p much anything. looking back i got into it around about the time i got too old to play pretend games, but still kind of wanted the creative energy that comes with writing collaboratively. i’ve never been into writing fanfic b/c rping was always just more fun for me, and most of my attempts didn’t get past a chapter or so.

i guess if it has changed me it’s probably improved my ability to work with people and collaborate. as well as improve my communication skills, which still aren’t the best, but would probably be absolutely miserable w/o rp.

33. How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

i welcome it. i have rules specifically for them in hopes of familiarizing some with the etiquette of tumblr rp, b/c it’s different than regular tumblr and i can’t blame fandom bloggers for not intrinsically getting that. i have a fair amount of personal blogs/fandom blogs following me and it’s nice, although i do wish more would engage with my writing rather than the pictures i reblog, or my drabbles over my headcanons. it is what it is, though.

also sometimes some of them rb stuff explicitly labeled “do not reblog” and at that point there’s just... no excuse. u clearly did not read. it’s embarrassing when ppl who have rules about not reblogging roleplays who are rping with me have their threads reblogged by my followers. but that’s not limited to just solas tbh, on my personal blog if i make graphics of solas and ian (a nb lavellan) i explicitly say “don’t tag m!solavellan” and what do i get?

“#m!solavellan”

?????? pls read things it’s right there in the description

36. What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you? | also asked by @archontem & @apocryphorum

mmmm i struggled w/ this tbh but i’m gonna go with callout posts, although with the caveat that i think receipts are important. sometimes the dash ends up filled with callouts of sb i’m sure most of us don’t even follow which can get strange, but also given there are multifandom multimuses i can still see why sb might feel it important to spread the word to darp-adjacent blogs. and obv the callouts themselves i don’t begrudge.

[demonslayvr]

                >> 🔥 <<      tmw you get get back from hell with ur shitty brother and the girls have the deed to your place and renovated.

[enastrcsarchived]

{ @heroicks | sc } (Alistair)

“Your Royal Highness.” Lasair rises from her own throne to curtsy deeply before the Fereldan king. “Welcome to Skyhold. I’m so glad you could make it up here.”

[everlightblessing]

“ When you look in my eyes, what—what do you see? ” / for pike from vax !!

                “Aside from the darkness of the deepest levels of your soul?” Pike looks over her shoulder, grinning at her own joke. It takes her a beat to notice the seriousness in his tone, the doubt, and once she does she shuffles closer. Eyebrows furrowed, determined. “Okay, okay, okay, okay, do you want a real and serious answer? The very same thing I’ve seen since the first time I met you– a lot of mischief, a lot of strength, and a lot of heart. Now please tell me you’re not worried you’re different now because…” Because of the Raven Queen and their deal. She sighs, resting a hand over Vax’s and smiling. “Nothing in you has changed, trust me.”

memes | always accepting.

[lunarwoven]

❛ That’s the way it goes. ❜ / from vax !

｡○✧☽  /  accepting  /  @heroicks

     Molly’s chest heaves, the strain of the finally ended fight weighing heavy on his shoulders as he takes a staggering step forward. his sword slides from his grasp, clattering to the ground in front of him as he barely manages to keep his footing. The dead bodies of their defeated enemies lay motionless on the ground, but Mollymauk’s eyes fixate on the one that stood out among the rest, tattered clothes, the victim, the one caught in the crossfire.

     “We didn’t save him,” the tiefling just manages to wheeze out, the weight of that hitting him on top of the exhaustion to cause him to crumple to his knees. “He’s…”

     Dead.

     Mollymauk can feel the bruises formed in various places across his lavender skin, and the blood seeping out from equally various cuts and bites, but none of the injuries stung harsher than the unfortunate realization that the fight had taken a life that was completely not involved. He almost didn’t know what to do.

     “What the fuck,” he breathes out, his voice shaking as reality sinks in.

[lunarwoven]

｡○✧☽  /  @heroicks​

𝐀  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊  𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓,  𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒;  in  an  odd  turn  of  Vax’ildan  finds  these  traits  far  more  distracting  than  the  striking  lavender  hue  of  the  tiefling’s  form.   Eye-catching,  to say  the  very  least. (  he,  on  the  other  hand,  lives  in  shadows,  thrives  by  the  corner  of  someone’s  peripheral,   one  moment  glimpsed  and  gone  again;   a  knife  in  the  gut ). He  was  made  to  be  subtle.

❝  I  suppose  it  would  depend  just  on  what  that  someone  created.  ❞  The  rogue  mulls  over  his  own  ideas  carefully,  digit  coming  to  a  curled  rest  upon  the  end  of  his  chin.

 ❝  And,  have  you?  Do  you  believe  you’ve  made  something  beautiful?  ❞ Is  it  enough?

     A sort of chuckle, maybe more of a scoff, lulls out of the tiefling. He sits back, comfortable, his legs straight out off of his chair for him to be able to recline within the seat. It nearly looks awkward, but he neither seems to notice nor care. Mollymauk lifts his arms, carefully crossing them behind his neck to rest against them like a pillow.

     “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Molly replies very matter of factly, though the faint light of something, uncertainty perhaps, in his ruby eyes perhaps tell the story of something different. “Creation is godly, creation is life and love and living- we all will commit acts of such things, and that is what makes us... us.”

     He pauses for a moment and then smiles over at the rogue. “My life is a canvas, my deeds and decisions are the brush strokes. And what I leave behind when I die will be beautiful.”

     Molly’s demeanor then changes; his face becomes solemn as he looks Vax’ildan straight in the eyes, nearing on intense. “And what about you, then?”

[noxpraelia]

Lone raven sits by her window, snowdrop flower clutched gently by stem within his beak. Bulb shaking as he taps the pane to gain her attention, each knock louder than the last. By the time window is slid open, /if it was/, the bird takes to the sky, leaving flower where he once resided. A gift given, The Raven Queen’s favour. Death the root of all life, the binds of every fate-touched, but ascension to godhood had always proven more difficult. And besides, the champion digs her aesthetic. /vax

   { ☩ }—; Damn, what a fucking cool little guy. There was an itch to gently stoke that beak as a means of thanks but hey, there he went. Off to neverland. Or his Master. 

   The Otherworldly Fighter isn’t one to shy away from kind gestures (or romantic ones, a slide of glacial eyes to the book of two lovers she just sat down) but she had her suspicions. This wasn’t the green man, nor the fae, no witch or warlock; a mystery all the same.

                       But the flower...

    She twirls it ‘tween slender pale fingers, chipped black nail polish stark in the light of the evening sun. Hmm, hmm. Her knowledge of flowers could only go so far save for the ones about poison or healing from the Green Ward in The Legion. Whatthefuckdoesthismean.

            ❝ Ah, shit. ❞