#mistfade

[cappa-cappa]

“Who are you?”

“A memory.”

If any of my fellow players somehow find this, don’t look at this text aldjskjd

The murderer and former husband of my PC, Sage, made his first appearance last session.

The campaign is a post-defeat of Strahd campaign where it’s 60 years after Barovia returned to the original plane. Sage is a reborn with no memory beyond what would have been a handful of years prior to her death, which was long before the current day lol

DM truly gave me the brain worms with a single scene.

Rahadin, you toad eating motherfucker. Haunt the narrative some more, why don’t you. /hj

[weatheredworn]

          CLAIRE FOUND HIM.   by the grace of god,   she found him.   she had heard about the incident that transpired between shaun   &   glassman   &   needed to find him.   she wasn’t even sure how to approach him,   not in this state,   but she pressed on as carefully as possible.   ‘   shaun ?   ’   she speaks softly.   he doesn’t answer her questions most of the time,   however,   she tries anyway.   ‘   what happened ?   ’                          @mistfade   ♥’d

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          she hadn’t been in the mode to go out and entertain , struck with sickness of home . she chose to stay in his chambers --- now belonging to both of them since she was officially his by choice . she had decided to pass the hours sharpening and polishing all her weapons ( one would be more than a little surprise at the outrageous amount she owned , mostly different types of blades ) . even that didn’t take her long . once they were done she had nothing else to do while thy dried ---- except sit in front of the window and meditate .

[fdsfdsfsdfs]

                                              ❛❛  JESUS  CHRIST  MOM  ….  ❜❜                         Jackson  knowing  that  his  mother  comes  from  a  GOOD  place;  though  that  place  tends  to  be  more    SUFFOCATING    than  anything.   ❛❛  I’m  older,  Tara  isn’t  a  THREAT.  ❜❜  Even  as  he  says  her  name  he  knows  that  his  MOTHER  is  already  aware  that  her  son  has  FORMED  some  kind  of  attachment, ❛❛   I’m  not  the  KID  I  was  at  SIXTEEN  …  ❜❜  PAUSES  as  he  looks  into  the  INTIMIDATING  gaze  of  mother,   ❛❛  she’s  just  tryin’  to  HELP  Abel.  ❜❜  INHALES  as  he  goes  to  remove  hat,  and run  fingers  through  LONG  blonde  tresses,   ❛❛  I’m  not  gonna  become    ALL    fucking  INVOLVED             not  again.  ❜❜  TONE  full of  conviction  for,  he’s  done  without  TARA  for  YEARS  now,  and  she  isn’t  the  END  all  be  ALL  that  his  mother  CLAIMS  she  is,  ❛❛  DON’T  YOU  TRUST  ME  ?  ❜❜ 

STARTER CALL : @mistfade

[socialpariah]

❝ I WAS JUST - - - ❞ he had started to lie, more used to doing so than telling than truth, but when he DARED to catch a look at gemma’s eyes he knew he’d be worse off continuing. ❝ i didn’t have anywhere else to go && i only took the room cause i knew no one else was using it, promise. if they had i would have- - - would have gone back to where i was staying ❞

while he couldn’t quite lie to her, he didn’t have to give her the ENTIRE truth either && if he had he’d be telling her that ‘ where he was staying ‘ had been behind bars && dumpsters since his dad had gone to prison. ❝ PLEASE . . . don’t tell clay. i’ll do whatever, alright? ❞ // @mistfade && PLOTTED

[pxlxtixr-blog]

“I thought I would never see you again…” from daryl! WRECK me with that caryl fam.

RP starters: Concern.

   Blood seeping from open wounds staining her clothes, a battered and bruised woman managing to ghost a weak smile on her lips for the man she cared about so deeply. His words causing more pain to her than any of her wounds. After all they had suffered through together, the worst thought to her was of him worrying about her - she never wanted to hurt him, never. And if that meant staying alive when she was bleeding out, then Hell be her witness she would pull through that shit.     “S’okay Daryl. I’m here.” her words were faint but there, managing to snake her arms around his middle and pull him into a hug. “We’re safe.”