DON'T STRAY.

He's got the whole world, in his hands, He's got the whole world, in his hands. He's got the whole world, in his hands. He's got the whole world in his hands. Don't be frightened, child. Everything is going to change. ((This is a Bray Wyatt RP Blog!)) ((Blog is unaffiliated with Bray Wyatt or the WWE. All images are used without permission and are copyright of their original artists. The amalgamate character portrayed is entirely fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is unintentional.))

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Hehe, why’d ya call everyone lambs mister? Are you like a Shepherd? You sound like my Sunday school teacher kinda.

I am very capable yep! II’m six and a half! I can tie my own shoelaces and stuff now and I know how to take the bus, but I guess you’re right about the baby part? Papa always calls me his ‘Babydoll’. 

I’m sure they’ll come back and visit if they love you! My mama and papa aren’t living together no mores but Papa is still my Papa and he visits all the time! Sometimes I visit him too if mama lets me.  It’ll be okay mister!

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With another jovial boom of laughter, Bray slaps his open hands on his knees, shaking his head.

Something like a shepherd, pup -- yes, I suppose that's true! 

He pauses, and there's a subdued little giggle; he speaks slowly, as if tasting the words, peeling back his lip in a pleased little smile.

Me and all my little lambs. Ho ho.

After a pause, he sits up, brightening, and there's an uncleish sparkle of lofty, conspiratorial, secrecy in his face as he laces his stubby fingers. 

But I should say I can teach you things they won't dare teach you in Sunday School, pup.

For just the skin of a second, the toothy grin looks like a row of gravestones, and his hushed, husky, voice is like trapped wind through rotten shutters.

A great many things.

His sunken-beetle eyes glitter.

Why, I could teach you magic.

One hand snaps forward with freakish, snakelike, speed, and in the time it takes to draw in enough breath to cry out, two of Bray's fingers close around something just past the soft shell-curve of Joelle's ear, in a blur of utterly confident movement like the teeth of an alligator snapping shut.

In an instant, the cloud over Bray's expression passes, and there's a broad, beaming, grin on the bearded patriarch's face as he produces a silver dollar between his first two fingers, baby-blue eyes alight with boyish mischief as he draws his hand back far enough for the girl to see.

With a cry of surprise and dismay, Bray flutters one hand to his cheek like a startled maiden, flicking his fingers as the coin dances across the knuckles of his other hand, and subjects the girl to his most theatrical scrutiny.

Good heavens, have you been washin' behind your ears, pup? How long has this been back there?

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It’s always such a delight to have the pitter-patter of little feet nearby.

Makes the place feel… homey.

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Awwwww mister that’s sad about your Brother Erick! How old is he? Does he visit at least? You must miss him a lot huh?

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Why, bless you, pup, what a kind thought! Dear Brother Erick's practically grown by now - where does the time go? - but no matter how big he gets, I suppose he'll always be that same little lost lamb to me.

It's a bit like how your papa will sometimes forget that you're not a baby anymore, even though you're obviously a perfectly capable young lady!

My word, it seems so many of my brothers and sisters have left home by now, out into the big world, and I do miss them, of course, but I also know that all the little wayward lambs I love -- Erick and Luke and Daniel, and all the rest -- why, they'll just come right on home one day, when the time is right.

I have faith. 

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itsvedatime:

Her green eyes widened, watching the man with a hint of amusement behind her obvious confusion. 

I… get what you’re saying, yeah. 

Veda nodded, pursing her lips to hide a bit of a smile that wanted to break out at his zaniness.

Totally believe you, man, don’t worry. You’re very passionate about tales, huh? Heh, I heard you were a bit weird, didn’t think it was very true but alas, you prove me wrong twice in the same conversation.

Bray flashes another sparkling smile, and there's a hazy, almost-dreamy, look on the bigger man's face as he gazes wistfully just to the left of Veda's ear, hairy jowls propped in the palm of one hand like a swooning schoolgirl's cheek.

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. 

Tales are what separates us from the beasts, darling child.

He erupts in a little fit of boyish giggles.

That's 'tales' with an 'E', mind -- 'tails' with an 'I', why, that'd be quite another matter.

His nose wrinkles, and his voice drops a little, as if conveying some vital secret.

But what makes all the best tales, after all, is that kernel of truth. 

Bray's voice is still quiet, and there's still that little twinkle in his eye when he says it, but there's something manically sharp about it; a twinkle of light off the serrated edge of a bandsaw.

The truth always finds a way.

He brightens up again, and agreeably bobs his head in a little nod, looking amused at the suggestion of the entirely accurate gossip.

Is that what they say? My word. 

His face wrinkles theatrically, like a child told he won't be leaving the dinner table until he's finished the sprouts left on his plate.

What a lot of old hens.

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It's always such a delight to have the pitter-patter of little feet nearby.

Makes the place feel... homey.

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((46 and 53--hi Crow! 'Tis me, Elf! owo/))

((HELLO THERE BOOBOO. :B))

46. What’s your favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?

ADJECTIVES.

Just rolling around in a giant money pit of imagery like Scrooge McDuck. It is the best and I apologize to anyone who has to wade through the marshes of my wordbarf trying to get to the plot on the other side, but I can’t stop won’t stop.

53. What’s a trope or plot you’ll never get sick of roleplaying?

Oh, gosh, I love lots of types of stories — I love bromance, I love stories exploring black-and-grey morality, I love tragic flaws, I love Xanatos pileups, I love flirty banter, I love courage that isn’t the absence of fear but the acceptance of it.

Lots of things!

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And lo, did the brigade of fireflies storm the black battlements of the sky, and in their fleeting bravery and beauty did rend the veil of darkness, like an ocean of stars!

Have you heard the good news?

Something wonderful is coming.

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2, 4, 7, 10!

2. What drew you to rping this character?

I did already answer this one, but in retrospect, it seems an incomplete answer without —

YOUUUUUUUUUUU.

SO MUCH BLAME. IF I WAS NOT SO EXCITED AND DELIGHTED I WOULD BE SUPER ANGRY.

MAYBE.

4. What’s something you dislike about how you write or wish you were better at?

Hrrrrgh, so many things!

I wish I were better at speaking in character, like a really distinctive voice! I wish I had a bigger vocabulary, I wish I didn’t fall back on run-ons and adverbs so much, I wish I was a braver writer, I wish I didn’t read so much of it out loud trying to see if it sounds right because I think the neighbors might wonder about me.

7. What’s a negative thing about your character that you enjoy writing?

Pride. It is my very favorite fatal flaw. Ee-hee-hee.

Also, I get to describe more or less all the time how Bray also has no respect for personal space, blathers on about his imaginary friend, dresses like he got barfed on by a gay space clown, and talks like a fortune cookie.

Plus he’s kind of evil and weird, so there’s that.

10. What’s the hardest thing for you to write?

Deaths. I can write them, but they wreck me up inside. 

(Porn is kind of hard to write without wanting to giggle because I’m totally the kind of ridiculous pornomancer who’ll lay out some absurd purple prosey romance that will make angels weep, and then unironically use the verb “fucking” during the process, because tee-hee-hee.)

(Also, dicks are funny.)

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2. What drew you to rping this character?

Kooky charisma, I think. I mark out so hard for Bray Wyatt it’s kind of ridiculous; I think the only reason I resisted writing him for this long is because saddling him with my writing would have shamed a sensible person.

So in that sense, it’s actually the fault of a lot of Red Bull and sleep deprivation and poor weekend decision-making capabilities. 

Also perhaps because writing Bray Wyatt means you can just sort of start writing and then never have to stop once he gets going.

Bonus points include the fact that it’s actually super-easy to make things sound creepy coming out of Bray Wyatt (imagine him saying “cheese-stuffed manicotti” or something; tell me you don’t get the heebie-jeebies), downsides include reading over posts before publishing them and thinking “wow, that was kind of creepy, I’m kind of a creep. ):”.

11. Do you think you’ve gotten better at writing anything or any type of thing or situation since you started writing this character (or roleplaying in general)? 

I think I’ve gotten better at transcribing the sound of banjos.

BLERNG BLANG A BLANGA RANG

TWERNG TWANGA DING DANG

12. Why do you roleplay?

I love to read and love to write. Roleplaying is both, and roleplaying wrestlers means not only fireworks and cadence and fascinating, exaggerated, touching, hilarious, personalities — but also a lot of people use faceclaims and a lot of wrestler faceclaims don’t wear shirts.

Tee-hee.

38. Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?

There’s a Shawn Michaels roleplayer who will forever be responsible for me wondering what feels weird about him when he shows up on RAW and doesn’t have boobs.

Also, a lot of people go out of their way to give even seemingly one-trick personalities a lot of depth (without necessarily just tacking on a lot of needless angst or immediately shacking up with other characters for the purposes of borrowing a personality); I’ve seen it done with Roman Reigns and Bayley recently (who would both be very easy to reduce to single qualities — like ‘bigness’ or ‘ditziness’ and, to my endless delight, aren’t). 

52. What’s a trope or plot you think is overdone in roleplay?

Passivity.

Write conflict! Get into a squabble, agree for different reasons, tease, banter, establish your limits, be sassy! Take what look like irrevocable chances! Blandness and agreeableness makes an okay coworker or an inoffensive acquaintance, but it’s murder to read. 

55. What do you like to do as you reply to threads? Listen to music? Have TV on? Complete silence? Dark room? etc. 

I love to have music! It varies from scene to scene, although once I get in a groove, I’ll usually just start looping whatever song it starts on (which is how you end up listening to “Jolene” by Dolly Parton for four hours, incidentally).

Also, I like to jump in the shower first. You’d be amazed at the ideas that bubble up in there.

60. Who’s a roleplayer (or writer) you think you have learned a lot from?

Gail Simone, Terry Pratchett, Stephen King, Jim Butcher, John Lasseter, Joss Whedon, Chuck Jones, Bray Wyatt.

See what I did there.

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Mun-Directed Questions About Roleplaying!

If you had to change your character’s FC for one day, who would you pick?

What drew you to rping this character?

What’s something you like about how you write?

What’s something you dislike about how you write or wish you were better at?

What’s something about your character that you’d like if you had to spend time with them?

What’s something about your character that you wouldn’t like if you had to spend time with them?

What’s a negative thing about your character that you enjoy writing?

What;s a similarly you have with your character?

What’s a difference you have with your character?

What’s the hardest thing for you to write?

Do you think you’ve gotten better at writing anything or any type of thing or situation since you started writing this character (or roleplaying in general)? 

Why do you roleplay?

Do you write fiction ever other than rping?

Do you like fanfiction more or less than reading rp threads between characters?

Do you like or dislike OC/Canon character interactions in principle?

What’s your favorite thing about rping a canon character?

What’s something you dislike about rping a canon character?

What’s your favorite thing about rping an original character?

What’s something you dislike about rping an original character?

How much time do you spend roleplaying on average a week?

Do you think about your threads and your character when you aren’t roleplaying? How and for how long on average?

Do you like lots of headcanons or few?

What’s your take on AUs?

What’s your favorite AU?

What’s your least favorite AU?

What’s a ship you really like rping?

What’s a ship you would never rp? For what reason? 

What do you like about roleplaying angst?

What do you dislike about roleplaying angst?

What do you like about roleplaying fluff?

What do you dislike about roleplaying fluff?

What do you like about roleplaying ships/romance?

What do you dislike about roleplaying ships/romance?

NSFW rp — yes or no? Why?

Do you ever read other people’s NSFW rp threads? (be honest!)

Do you ever read rp threads you aren’t involved in? What type of thread does it usually have to be to interest you?

If you do read threads you aren’t in, do you usually let the other authors know, or keep it under your hat?

Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?

Do you like to title threads or not? 

Do you like to plot or improv?

Do you like to make open starters?

Do you like to answer open starters?

Do you usually prefer chat/short replies, or long/para/novella replies?

What’s your favorite thing about rping a chat/short style thread?

What’s your least favorite thing about rping a chat/short style thread?

What’s your favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?

What’s your least favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?

Do you prefer gifs or icons when roleplaying? Or no FC at all?

Do you roleplay with people whose characters aren’t from the same dimentional universe as yours? (For example, if your character is drawn or anime, will you RP with people who use actor face claims/play-bys?) 

What’s something you like about FCs/Play-Bys?

What’s something you dislike about FCs/Play-Bys?

What’s a trope or plot you think is overdone in roleplay?

What’s a trope or plot you’ll never get sick of roleplaying?

What’s a trope or plot you love but you’ve never gotten to roleplay or never gotten to roleplay in completion? 

What do you like to do as you reply to threads? Listen to music? Have TV on? Complete silence? Dark room? etc. 

How did you learn about roleplaying? How did you get started roleplaying yourself? 

What was your first roleplay character? 

What’s your newest roleplay character?

What/Who is a character you think you would like to roleplay? What’s currently stopping you from roleplaying them?

Who’s a roleplayer (or writer) you think you have learned a lot from? 

(via heavenspariah)

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((YES INDEED. THIS FEEL. I know it.))

((Wonder Twin INSECURITY POWERS, ACTIVATE.))

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All the world is a stage, beloved: the grandest stage of them all, in front of the cruelest, largest, audience anyone has ever seen, to hear a message you can only perform once. But not all fiction is falsehood.

You’re welcome, child. Be at peace.

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I was with you for the first part of that. Truly inspiring, you’ve got that down. However, all fiction is falsehood, sir. Falsehood is literally a synonym for fiction… 

Ok… yeah, this is gonna haunt me forever, likely.

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If Bray's offended by the seemingly-gaping hole punctured in his argument, he doesn't show it, smiling indulgently, mustache curled up at the corners.

Ah, but if a bottomless lie can masquerade as the truth, darling child, sometimes the greatest truth will appear as most fanciful fictional fantasy.

He opens his hands like a street magician displaying that there's nothing up his sleeves.

After all, have you never found truth in the simplicity of good and evil, never found solace in a storybook?

Never been shocked or prodded or made more aware by a metaphor, never been touched by satire?

Have not men whose existence is nigh-mythical hearsay centuries after their deaths inspired more men to brave acts, to shameful confession, to breathtaking works of beauty, to war?

He shakes his head, with another ghost of a secretive little smile.

All falsehood, certainly, is fiction, child, but not all of fiction is necessarily false.

He bounces his eyebrows.

Do you believe that?

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Bayley: Hi Mr. Wyatt sir! We might need to keep this on the down low, since Tyler keeps looking at me like I'm crazy whenever I mention saying hi, but I'm just trying to be nice! What he doesn't know won't make him freak out, right?

Bray’s mouth forms a perfect, astonished, “o”, and he flutters one hand over his chest.

Oho! What a wicked conspiracy you’ve concocted, little darlin’! Didn’t your mama ever warn you about dancing with the devil?

He maternally clucks his tongue a few times, but solemnly taps the side of his nose, before leaning forward on his toes and tipping Bayley an enormous, theatrical, wink.

But I won’t breathe a peep, darlin’ dearest mine. Not one peep. 

His voice abruptly drops to a gravid stage whisper, and his eyes never leave Bayley’s as his index finger floridly describes an “x” with two inwardly-trailing tails, just over his shirt pocket.

Cross my heart, and hope to die. 

He brightens up again, practically beaming, bouncing on his heels, sunken eyes twinkling and merry again.

No need to be shy, little darlin’. Somethin’ about which you might have wanted to bend an old man’s ear?

He piously laces his fingers, with a broad, genial, smile.

I hear all confessions, little darlin’, all kinds.

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So, love is strong enough to let do us great things, whether good or bad. Love can be a moral force, but it’s up to your heart to tell you right from wrong?

She suddenly snaps her fingers, a smile spreading at something he said making sense.

You’re saying love is like a candle being used to light other candles! Candles will burn through their wax pretty regularly, but it doesn’t make a difference how many other candles you light with it.

Her face turns a little more serious as she continues contemplating what the preacher-like man had told her.

If love never dies with how much you share it, then it’d make sense to love as many people as you can. Thank you!

Her eyes glitter with gratitude and enthusiasm, as if what he said had really changed her life. His sermon barely answered her question about protecting people, but the fact he did answer it -in a way- was all that mattered to her.

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Animated with sudden, boyish, delight at the comparison of the candles, Bray gives a jovial, expansive, laugh that makes his belly bounce, and a fervently enthused little smattering of applause. 

Just so, little darlin’! And what a clever metaphor! 

He beams again.

Just like candles, darlin’! Like a line of little fireflies in the darkness, lightin’ each other’s way.

Bray leans over, scooping up one of Bayley’s hands just long enough to give it a dry, bristly, smooch, tipping up his hat up in apparent farewell with his free hand.

You remember that little candle, darlin’, and you’ll just be right as rain. 

He straightens the lapels of his ludicrously-loud shirt, righting himself with the wobbly, lopsided, grace of a bobo doll bouncing back, and - with a balletic little pivot on his toes - swishes his fingers to conduct an invisible orchestra.

Because it’s true, what they say, you know — ‘this little light of mine’…!

As he launches fully into song, one thing does become immediately apparent, if it wasn’t before — for a weird, lumpy, swamp hobo with an invisible friend and the fashion sense of a flamingo; Bray Wyatt has the singing voice of an opera house angel: all rich baritone and sweet, soaring, confidence.

'I'm gonna let it shine; let it shine, let it shine, let it shine…!’

Bray chuckles, and spreads his arms wide, theatrically doffing his hat with another little pirouette that looks entirely too smooth for a man his size.

Off you go, little darlin’, brighten up the world like a little sunbeam!

He replaces the hat with both hands, and bobs down the hallway like an untethered balloon, humming to himself.

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itsvedatime:

Oh… I-

Okay, I don’t think ‘follow the light’ is ever great advice And I’m not sure what buzzards are, but I don’t know that I want to follow them either…

You should be like a playwright or something, though. You’ve got a way with words. Also, thank you?

All the world is a stage, beloved: the grandest stage of them all, in front of the cruelest, largest, audience anyone has ever seen, to hear a message you can only perform once. But not all fiction is falsehood.

You're welcome, child. Be at peace.

[ringsidecommandos]

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It was a darker world in which your elder once walked, lamb… one gets the impression he never really left it, even today.

Trudging blind through daylight, rank with imagined smoke, leaving fingerprints of unseen gore, bent under the invisible bodies piled on his back…

Ah, but perhaps one day the scales will fall… the transformative power of a light to follow in such a darkness is mighty indeed.

All things change, lamb, in time. Change is coming. Have faith.

[ringsidecommandos]

……………..How did you figure that Claudio was ex-military? Wait, no, that doesn’t—-I mean yes I believe it was stated perhaps a long time ago when he was first here but it isn’t as though anyone has made mention of it since but you. You know things„„„about what happened? Did he uh, did he tell you?  And wait wait wait—-what is this change you’re talking about? What’s going to happen? 

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Bray's smile is oddly vacant, gaze glassy, as if deciphering an image a long way away, and he rolls one shoulder in an airy, unconcerned, shrug.

No man's burden is truly invisible. 

One needn't peer behind a man's closed doors to see what clings to him like a shroud.

Ignoring the fact that this effectively answers nothing at all in a sensible fashion, Bray hesitates, like he's digesting new information, eyes still on an expanse a thousand miles away, and a thoughtful, weary, frown that adds ten years to his weirdly boyish face gradually overtakes the lined features.

... he lacks faith.

Bray sniffs, and rolls his other shoulder, shifting as if to dislodge something on his own back, and when he speaks again his tone is gentle, almost beatific, as if soothing a child. There's something of an apology in the words as he dips his head in a little nod.

It would ... not be my place to discuss another man's affairs.

He seems dissatisfied by this, but fastens almost immediately on the invocation of the talismanic word 'change', and the effect is like watching old, weathered, skin slough away to reveal something childishly bright and gleeful underneath, as his face splits in a crooked-toothed Jack-o-Lantern grin that looks almost too big for his head.

His voice is low, trembling with excitement, baby-blue eyes sparkling, and he's rubbing his palms together with a sound like sheets of parchment rustling.

Why, the season dwindles, lamb. The long harvest ends, with sickle and trough and reaper's blade.

The old year dies in fire, and the brittle bones of the old ways are bathed in the light of revelation, sundered by a mighty beast.

There's a smile as white as stars or cyanide, and Bray's voice seems choked with emotion.

Something wonderful is coming. 

[ringsidecommandos]

I know, I know…..I just think he….worries a little too much sometimes. Soldier’s coda and all that.  I mean, I know he’s seen some very terrible things but I’ve never believed that the world is necessarily out to get you at every corner, Mr.Wyatt. 

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It was a darker world in which your elder once walked, lamb... one gets the impression he never really left it, even today.

Trudging blind through daylight, rank with imagined smoke, leaving fingerprints of unseen gore, bent under the invisible bodies piled on his back...

Ah, but perhaps one day the scales will fall... the transformative power of a light to follow in such a darkness is mighty indeed.

All things change, lamb, in time. Change is coming. Have faith.

[ringsidecommandos]

Sigh

So apparently I am grounded for the next three weeks and also my best friend’s browsing history has him perusing child harnesses on EBay.

He has no children.

I can’t decide whether to be touched by the concern or insulted by the idea that he may see me as a screaming five-year old in a mall. Perhaps both. Is that what true brotherhood feels like?

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Such a fuss. He loves you, you wicked thing!

I think it's sweet.

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{open} TEXT: Veda → ____

[MSG]: I feel like a loser and I need instant validation that I’m not. Tell me I’m a winner on the inside or something. :(

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Sweet child! Poor soul.

Fate, sometimes, can be terribly cruel... but to be lost does not make you a failure, child. All of us are lost, just... blind fingers, clutching, in the dark.

But there is light in you, sweet child, a tiny point of light in a sea of stars, stretching out to cast its glow on the divinity, on the truth of things, a truth that will show you where to be found, found in a way that will mean never being lost again! Follow the light. 

Or follow the buzzards.

They know the way.