#past interactions

[laviedevivi]

― closed stater with @iriscge in 2015

"Você não escutou uma palavra do que eu disse, hein?" ela só percebeu que iris estava em outro universo, qualquer um que não envolvesse Vivienne e seus discursos, depois de enunciar todos seus argumentos. "É sério, Iris!" tocou no ombro da morena, na tentativa de trazer sua atenção para si. "Eu já conversei com o padre, ele aceitou benzer a Kappa Phi antes dessa festa maluca. Acontece que eu deixei escapar que eu não tinha autorização para isso, mas não tem problema, né?" O mais correto talvez seria conversar com a administração da universidade, mas Iris era uma figura tão preeminente que recorrer a ela parecia mais lógico.

[wanderingbards]

jay can take the braincell all she wants, chip’s still the only mf there who can read 😔 —enderspawn

@enderspawn you are so true and right but also consider he can read a book but not the room.

He made himself submissive and breedable. And then was surprised when the amalgamation wanted to fuck him. Like??????? Why was that the instinct????

[craftinthecloset]

A tarot spread I made a few days ago!

It is for use in determining the purpose and outcome from an interaction that was started by the other party

**Please do not repost my original content**

[i-am-retired-blog]

Character Realizations;

Vane: "What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Eleanor: "You made me look weak. Standing beside you I was your lesser. I was a girl. From the moment you met me you must have known I'd never settle for that - for being less than." Vane: "I thought I loved you - and you destroyed me."

This was an important scene from the Black Sails brought to my attention by @mercutiomalache because the two Vane & Eleanor do act much like Mercutio & Diaage did in times past. 

The one reason why she never enjoyed her husbands - and at sometimes Mercutio - was that in their discourse they made her feel lesser. When she stood beside them - especially her second husband - wanted to use the power she had acquired and wanted her to submit in public and be the “proper little wife”.

Now Mercutio never truly wanted that for Diaage, especially when he wanted her free from Lord Valadil’s chains - but at times he did make her look weak. It’s a sign of true relationship to the struggle between Mercutio and Diaage that both have usurped the other in past interactions. Whether it be romantically or business. 

It’s a unique relationship that will always be memorable to the character and the player and I truly look forward to more interactions in the future. 

[nuellen]

Site Write: Day 8

Write about the power (or lack thereof) your character felt when they told someone no.

“Where is my Dragonhawk at?” Nuellen looked up from the papers on her desk when she heard that ever familiar voice.

“What do you want, Ranger-Captain?” She was trying to sound professional, but ultimately, the annoyance couldn’t be hidden. He was always calling her by that nickname.

Alorinis smiled as he walked into the doorway to her quarters, hands folded behind his back, “I have a mission for you.”

She sighed and pushed her chair back from the desk, turning to better face him and draped a arm over its back. She kept a straight face as she looked up at him, “Is it an actual mission, or are you trying to set me up with someone again?”

“Oh,” he brought a hand to his chest to feign a look of shock and hurt, “This is the reaction I receive from you, Ranger, after one blind date goes wrong. But that wasn’t my fault! You’re the one who punched the poor lieutenant in the face.”

“He made an untoward suggestion to me, and then made the assumption that the date was just doing you a favor, Alorinis.” She snorted and shook her head.

“Fair enough, I trust my Little Dragonhawk to have her own judge of character.” He nodded to himself.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Nope.” The Ranger-Captain grinned when she let out a petulant sigh, finally getting to the point when she was finished, “So do you want this mission?”

“I don’t think I do, no.” Her arms crossed over her chest, ready for him to leave her to finish her reports.

“Well it’s not another date, at least.” He shrugged and turned to leave her quarters, running his hand through his hair. She noted it was bright blonde again. “I suppose I’ll have to ask the others to see if they would like to go scout out the movement of some humans visiting the southern border.”

“Wh– Wait, hold on..!” She scrambled to stand and keep him from leaving, at the cost of hearing another chuckle.

Tagged for mention: @chemicalbydefault​ @thesunguardmg

[laviedevivi]

― @edouardlermite  said: ❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜ in 2015

As luzes do laboratório falharam subitamente, roubando a atenção de Vivienne da tela do computador em que transcrevia suas impressões sobre Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. O computador, já desgastado, foi-se embora junto com as luzes. A garota soltou um suspiro frustrado, pensando em como teria que digitar tudo novamente. Seria mil vezes pior se ela não fosse precavida e estivesse fazendo o trabalho com duas semanas de antecedência. "Édouard, para." Disse em um tom risonho, na tentativa de disfarçar seu medo, ao único companheiro que dividia o local com ela. A pergunta lhe fizera desfocar do trabalho e lembrar de onde estava. É, ela deveria ter escutado os conselhos de não utilizar o laboratório de informática do corredor 203, as más línguas diziam que além dos computadores estarem cheios de vírus, a sala ainda era mal assombrada. "Você não pode falar sobre isso agora, vai atraí-los."

[laviedevivi]

― @devilindisguisc  said: ❛ i wish we had more time together. ❜ in 2015

Vivienne finalmente tinha conseguido roubar um pouquinho do tempo de Angélique para si. Havia convocado a amiga para a missão de ajudá-la escolher um vestido para um jantar. As memórias da infância de quando elas podiam passar a tarde brincando em uma pracinha qualquer pareciam muito distantes agora. Já era de se esperar, afinal, ambas estavam ocupadas no universo acadêmico, cada uma com suas respectivas responsabilidades e não tinha mais o mesmo tempo livre e inocência de outrora. "Eu também, Angel, mas você está tão ocupada andando com as meninas populares da fraternidade" apoiou o rosto nos braços cruzados, focalizando sua visão na amiga. "Precisa colocar um espaço para mim na sua agenda." Não seria Vivienne falando se não houvesse uma pontinha de drama.

[depressed-sock]

Just had to cash in on this great fic writing; Steel with neutral!MC getting into a dangerous situation against a villain back in the day and figuring out how to get back out of it.

Fallen Hero; Steel & n!MC; 2nd perspective; past

I hope you like it!! (Refrences woo. Also The villain may have turned out to be creepier than what was originally planned >->)

It hurt to breathe, you think maybe that last hit broke a rib or two. Shit. This was not going good and fucking Ortega wasn't anywhere to be found. You're without a doubt bringing back the nickname Rubbleguy because he deserves every ounce of embarrassment you can throw at him.

"LitT..le b.iRd, wHerr.e ha.Ve y…Ou fL..own?" The garbled mechanical speech feels your every sense and it makes you shudder in fear. You crouch further into the corner you've hidden yourself in. You don't know what he is and that scares you more than anything else.

His mind is real, you think, but it echoes his words and nothing else. How can you sidestep him if he doesn't think, if he doesn't feel?

His feet clack against the floor and you have to close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. At least you can feel Steel's mind starting to stir as he gets closer to conciousness but he still feels too far away and you don't know for sure how much damage he took.

A hot breath puffs against your face, and you do your best to remain still as you open your eyes. His face is inches in front of you, eyes wild and the tech sticking out of his face at odd angles gives him more of a horror vibe than villain.

You swallow as his smile stretches almost inhumanely long. You instinctively react; punching him in the face and attempting to spring past only to be caught around the waist and thrown into the wall.

"BiR..diE bIr..d hehehehe," he punches his hand into your stomach. You scream in pain and he laughs joyfully. "Se..E h.Ow iT scI..nGs." You gasp in a breath and yeah those ribs are definitely now broken.

He than slams your head into the wall several times, you can feel yourself almost lose consciousness but you hold on by a thread.

You groan as his face begins to come closer. His teeth sharper than you remember."Thanks," another gasp in, " but I'd rather hear you 'sing'." Your leg swings forward and you knee him in the groin. He let's out an almost inhuman screech as he backs away only to stop as he thumps into a very awake Steel.

Wow you don't think you've ever really seen Steel pissed before. His glare has an intensity you really hope never gets directed at you one day.

Steel grabs dark and scary, tossing him easily across the room; the guy hitting a wall with a resounding thunk right next to a window.

"Thanks," you breathe out clutching your side. "Almost thought you weren't getting up from that last attack."

"Not out yet," he cracks his neck, wincing a bit, "Are the bombs still active?"

"Yeah, I've been a bit busy," you comment pointing your thumb as dark and scary starts to move. "Fuck, you know how to deactivate bombs right?"

Steels gaze shifts to you and he eyes you up down, "Yes, but so can you." His eyes narrow a bit. Nows probably not a good time to tell him your concussion is worse than his and you wouldn't be able to keep your focus straight enough to cut tiny wires. That's what you do with bombs right? Fuck maybe your concussion is worse than you thought.

"Alright, you defuse bombs I'll take dark and scary for a ride!" You lightly hit his arm before turning and running full force into the guy and through the window. The last thing you hear is Steel yelling your name.

….

Steel is pissed, not as pissed as he was with dark and scary but you're pretty sure that he might be tempted to also punt you into a wall.

"You went through a window," his hand has yet to leave the bridge of his nose and you think that he might have a headache or maybe that's your own head?

"Yep," you pop the p, leaning back on your hands. You really like the feel of solid ground beneath you.

Steel let's out an exsaperted noise, "What made you think that would be a good idea?"

You shrug your shoulders, letting out a giggle. Man for some reason this whole situation just feels ridiculous now. It also makes you feel better that dark and scary is now more terrified of you than you are of him.

Steel shakes his head mumbling that he was going to call Ortega to come pick you up.

"Tell Rubbleguy he's an asshole!" You let out another giggle and wave as Steel gives you a worried look.