#justdiffcrcnt

[tragicblood-a]

Man I really hope I didn’t butcher him but Azazel for @justdiffcrcnt

[tooxldtorememxer]

( @justdiffcrcnt​ wrote || ❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ ) 

His eyes narrowed at the small demon, trying to figure out what bloody hoodie he was talking about. “That hoodie is probably worth more than your life. What have we said about stealing from your fellow man, Azazel?” He spoke calmly. 

He could vaguely remember that he had a hoodie, not that he used it much or often and perhaps it was of better use to the demon than himself. But he still didn’t approve of stealing from him, being used to the demon popping in and out of his home at all different times of day or night.

[yellingmetatron]

@justdiffcrcnt

“Hey asshole.  Been a while since we fuckin’ talked.”  Metatron is in human form, and his tone is much less hostile than his choice of words.

[thxwxlf-archived]

Continued from x.

Kekipi snorted a little when directed the soft “punch” to her gut, making her dramtically fall back a little before laughing. “I would have if I didn’t run into some trouble,” she said. “Would have used you as my punching bag,” she teased him, returning a soft punch right back at him, directing it to his arm. 

“Nothing really much to talk about it though. Just ran into some people I’d rather not run into again... Though, they do seem to find me no matter where I go,” she huffed a little.

@justdiffcrcnt

[wrathfulmercy]

18. What makes for a great roleplay partner in your opinion?

Questions for the mun from here

Tbh I appreciate everyone on this planet who is creative in any way, no matter if through writing (whatever!), painting, creating music, crafting, acting etc. I love all art forms but I’d say I’m best in writing so I chose that for myself. But that’s why I consider every rper as great :)

But I’m a bit picky who to write with, cause I can’t keep myself short and search for people who give me enough to work with ❤️ the way they portray their character and how complex they write them is also important! I wanna feel and see the other character I play with in front of my eyes and I can’t do it if I don’t get enough insight about their emotions or expressions or thoughts (that’s why only dialogue writing would be a problem for me, you know the typical chat and * style).

And last but not least: the mun must love their muse. Sounds simple but I love when people writing have headcanons in their minds and talk about it or post aesthetics to describe their muse. All of it shows you really love your muse and that’s the most important to get emotionally invested ❤️

Muses should have flaws and be deep and complex as life is, I don’t like perfect hero’s who are just picked cause their character is cool and they are played as almighty. I wanna experience muse and mun together, that’s what makes it great cause you also can talk to many of them ooc and win amazing friends 😊 I think it’s important to talk about your own limits or ideas and express your love for your characters and the story that way, it connects you so much more with the other muse :) I love that but I appreciate each and everyone of you ❤️ just have fun and be kind to each other 🖤

[rgthcnd-a-blog]

justdiffcrcnt replied to your post: “Simon, you got a pen?’ "Yeah” what an asskisser

pen, scissors, tape, string - things simon carries probably

3 different lighters, nail clippers, a screwdriver, two packs  of cigarettes, and  a lucky rock.

[drvgrunncr-blog]

@justdiffcrcnt , continued.

Derek knows that he is lucky to be alive and the amputation had everything to do with it. The blond has been in and out of consciousness for a good few days and whenever his eyes open he asks a new question. Some of them have been repeated but today’s is new -- brought on by the new sensations of having an arm when he clearly didn’t. “Yeah it --- it’s like it’s on fire, but I swear I’m touching you.” Derek stares at the space on Benjamin’s arm where his hand should be in quiet awe, but then he asks. “Will it ever go away?”

[tooxldtorememxer]

After some initial groaning and mandatory huffing and light tongue lashing he had put on some of his more flattering clothes that were clean, whole and a lot more form fitting than any flannel or old t-shirt and hoodie he owned. He even put on his best jeans and shoes and combed his hair back, away from his face to make it look like he’d actually made an effort to look good. It was a huge effort for him, actually and he blamed it all on Egil that had shown up and whipped him into gear to take him out for his birthday. Just a random day he’d picked a long time ago, really.

But now that they had arrived and scoped out the place, surrounded by the smell of alcohol, drugs, sweat, pheromones and overall joyus emotions that hit his empathy hard, he couldn’t help but being sucked into it a little bit and had a good time. He had been promised dinner and a show (probably not in those exact words), so he never let himself sink too deep, they were hunting. Or R was, he knew Egil didn’t exactly approve but he had taken R out for it, now he had to be part of it.

“Oh come along princess. I forbid you to just hang in the bar area all night.” A cheeky grin at the older vampire as R pulled at his arm, his drink that he’d ordered to blend in half empty and forgotten on the bar. “You dragged me here, you dance with me.” He knew he didn’t have to speak very loud for the other to hear him, even tho the music and the noise was amped up a bit for the vampires. “When was the last time you danced?”

// @justdiffcrcnt - Egil