#hubmuses

[roidesvoleurs]

Tbh I LOVE your portrayal! I know most of our threads are on your multi between nadja/laszlo and Guillermo but I feel like you really capture remy’s voice so easily and with good humor too!

1-800-how’s my portrayal?

heheueheeheh, gawrsh! Thank you so much for dropping by here even though we interact more on my main blog (that i've kinda...well...abandoned for this one T^T). That's so goshdarned sweet!

[deadlynightshcde-archive]

" please don't look at me like that. " @vulosp for sally from jack skellington

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 / accepting !

IT WAS DIFFICULT FOR SALLY TO MASK HER EMOTIONS. how could she not be concerned? her premonition had shown her what was destined to happen. this whole christmas was a farce. the holiday didn't rightfully belong to the citizens of halloween town. and it was wrong for them to even try to replicate the hard work of this santa claus and his minions. the ragdoll's lips curved into a keep frown as she finished the last touches on jack's outfit for the evening. he certainly looked the part, though that didn't stop the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. she almost felt complicit for helping him with his costume. ❝ jack, ❞ sally uttered softly. ❝ please think this through. i know you want to try something different. but is this really the right thing to do? i'm saying this as your friend. your friend who just wants you to be alright. ❞

[archaeval]

I LOVE OUR INTERACTIONS between nadja and ruby. You make her sound SO FUNNY and I can see her fitting into the wwdits universe so easily. Our girls are absolute queens and I love their shenanigans. ❤️

Positivity <3 // @hubmuses ;;

Same here, I LOVE writing about their nonsense with you! Nadja and Ruby are the funniest, best duo and I need them to be canon forever honestly.

[magioffire]

"What have you got in your hand? Something to bash me over the head with?" @vulosp from ozfer!

hannibal sentence starters ; accepting

@vulosp

"It is a shillielagh," Valeriu said bluntly, holding the short staff firmly in his hand. A gnarled piece of heavy blackthorn wood, ending in a leaden knob. He stared down the stranger fae, eyes narrowed, lips peeled back to reveal sharp fangs, his chitinous mandibles peeking out from beneath his cheeks. "It has a lot of uses, a cudgel is one of them."

As if to accentuate those words, he swung the stick lackadaisically, back and forth. He felt the weight of it in his hands, in his shoulder, before finally coming to a stand still so that he could simply lean on it.

The voices needled him with their incessant whispers scraping his ears. They spoke of betrayal -- it must have been the book-keep, or the butcher, one of them must have told. Or perhaps the spies of the Wild Hunt hid in the form of birds, of grasshoppers, of bats, following him from haunt to haunt, cave to cave, abandoned house to abandoned house.

Everything was a potential threat. Especially those who looked like his kin. Where once Valeriu saw beauty and peace in the forests, he now saw a sea of eyes. Where once he felt kinship in his fellow fae, he saw only potential enemies hiding in the shadows. The thrumming sound of gossamer wings on the wind filled his nightmares. The sight of one so close to his kind sent his hackles on end, his mind reeling with possibilities, and he took stock of each before the stranger fae. A spy? A bounty hunter? What connection did they have to the Hunt? How close were they? Surely, they were closing in -- day by day, the walls closing in more and more. The noose tightened. The derelict house providing him sanctuary was quickly becoming a trap for him to become cornered in. He should have left a long time ago. Standing there in the doorway to the derry, he felt like an arrow caught along the tension of a bowstring ready to loose, down to the minute shaking of his hands. He tried to hold steady, but blood was rising in his ears, the voices rising. Valeriu swallowed his fear, his bloodlust, his paranoia -- for now. If this one was a spy, they were a quite sloppy one, barging in on his 'home' like this.... and that itself was a enough to stay his hand from spell or weapon. "Tell me why you are here, and if I'm satisfied with your answer, maybe I wont bash your head in for trespassing."

[eclipsecrowned]

☠️ !! // @hubmuses

Sophie Morgan! Kadi's first OC account, iirc. A historical/Outsiders OC that was... Ehh, not exactly popular, but prolific. I had a lot of fun with her, especially as she was more slice of life normal girl than a lot of my muses have been since. I think I still have some followers from this era even, but uh. Fandom was a cesspool. It was the 2010s and people were just openly hostile to LGBTIAQ+ themes, me and some other roleplayers calling out transphobia and racism was shouted down as bullying while being told to keep ourselves safe, fandom was full of dumb kids who UM EXCUSE ME YOUR OC CAN'T KISS DALLY I KISS DALLY, stupid shit like that.

She shipped with another roleplayer's take on fan favorite Dallas W. and Katie bar the door, I got waves of how this white guy in the 60s wouldn't be into a brown girl. Did I, as a person of dubious ethnic background in the Southern United States, know about a little thing called SEGRAGATION? Checkmate, this fictional teenage criminal only kisses white girls like OP now. I eventually got sick of the girliepop bullshit and just abandoned her blog. I had moved on to my next fandom by that time and was having a way better time without having to fight uphill against non-RP fandom.

I somewhat revived Sophie as an NPC in another period drama teenybop piece, but this time in the 80s as an accidental friend to my ST OC Rio. She's another muse I really loved but her lifespan on tumblr has left the worst taste in my mouth. I am also grinning like a maniac when I remember racist's fav Dallas is a black man in the stage adaption.

[ecoterrcrist]

from sideblog @vulosp // “So you’re not mad that I’m here?” ( from the joker ) HI HI. I SAW YOU POP UP DHRDF.

❦     -     Pamela chuckled, it is a silent almost inaudible chuckle as her green eyes flash in a sharp green glow for a half of a second before focusing on the clown in front of her. Her arms move to fold across her chest as she shifts her weight to one side.

 ❝ Mad? No. But I’m already deciding which vines to strangle you with if you don’t leave. ❞

@vulosp

[therelentless]

what other platforms have you used to roleplay? +

what year did you join the tumblr roleplaying community?

𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌 ;; @hubmuses

+ that's a long list, though. i started writing on chats, moved to messengers (a tons of messengers), then I believed I wrote for like a couple of weeks on a forum, but that wasn't for me so I left, then myspace, but then myspace died and there was this other site called rpsomething something, and i tried twitter as well, but nah, then i moved to LiveJournal, and i think that's the last one before i appeared on here. i have been all over the place, tbh.

+ I think it was around 2008 or 2009

[tavuskusu]

( from sb @sheantipaxos ) ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

@hubmuses // @sheantipaxos

Everything had been feeling too overwhelming since her arrival. Those camera devices in front of her, the change of scenery, the whole vampire thing, and her husband not being the Nandor she remembered, honestly? it had been all too much, and all she needed now was to be alone for a bit to make sense of things.

Her head turned when she heard Nadja coming in. She liked her, and something about her made her feel less out of place in this house. "I... I apologize. I didn't mean to say the things I did, or act the way I acted. This is just a weird weird place."