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@bruumes
LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING A MOMENT.
you don’t need fancy icons to roleplay with me.
you don’t need to write in small fonts to roleplay with me.
your theme doesn’t have to look like you gave your soul to photoshop to roleplay with me.
i won’t rp with you if you don’t read my rules.
i won’t rp with you if you have a sucky attitude.
IT’S 2017, LET’S LET TUMBLR ELITISM DIE.
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| [ riley ;; ] |
’ ——- REALLY ? ‘
❤ ┆ ▌ IT’S NOT EVER DAY —— OR EVER that anyone called his fears & his cowardice valid. Everyone always laughed when he screamed & cried. Each & every voice called him so many awful, awful words ! ’ Coward ’, ’ Crybaby ’, ’ Crazy ’, —— those voices never, ever stopped ! It’s been long since he had begun to believe in those words. It was only in that moment that the boy spoke did anyone dare to say that he was right; that he was sane; that it was perfectly OKAY to be scared.
HE’S QUIET; as if he were taken aback by the words that he was given. Then —— he finally speaks to the other.
’ —— T-Thank you —— I-I’ll try not to let them say things like that. It happens a lot but —— I-I’ll TRY to ignore it. ’
’ —— Does anyone make fun of you being scared of old ladies ? ’
“ they would if they KNEW. but i am too quiet, ” freek would have laughed if he was good at it. “ they do not know. my music man sometimes tries to make me feel better and brush it off, but it does not work. ”
freek stopped in front of a small, plain, sea-foam green house with black shutters. “ this is my house. please take your shoes off when you go in. ” he knocked on the door with his little fist. “ papa! PAPA! ”
“ hold on one second! ” a man’s voice answered, slightly annoyed. when the door opened, a young man with shaggy blond hair and a matching goatee looked down at freek and riley with bright blue eyes, which softened. “ hey, jimmy. who’s this? c’mon in, both of you. ”
| [ riley ;; ] |
❤ ┆ ▌ AFTER THE THANKS WAS NOTHING; nothing more than an almost eerie reticence the filled the air as the two of them walked. The silence wasn’t something he would have called creepy —— but it was certainly UNNERVING. It seemed like an eternity before the other child would speak again; asking a question that —– he should have seen coming.
’ why was that boy hurting you ? ’
’ he pushed you and wore some mask. ’
‘ and that made you scared. why ? ‘
WHY ? Why was he so scared ? Why was he such a crybaby ? The boy knew his reasons —– but they were such STUPID reasons ! Would the other laugh if he told the truth ? The child hesitated; anxiety clouding his mind before he finally spoke.
’ —— The masks —— are something I’m SCARED of. ’
’ There’s some machines that DADDY built —– & the mask looks like one of them. I’m scared of those machines. Everyone makes fun of me for it but —— I KNOW those monsters hurt people. No one believes me though —– everyone thinks I’m crazy. ’
“ they are scary, ” freek agrees. “ they PRETEND to be like us. but they are NOT. and it is scary. ” he is usually not as perturbed as others he’s seen, but the animatronics at freddy fazbear’s make him UNEASY.
“ i do not think you should be made fun of. look at me. i am scared of old ladies because one took me from my music man, ” freek admits after a small pause. he fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve. “ everyone will tell you it is silly; they are not real or they are nice! why are you so SCARED? but you know better. do not let them say things like that, ” he turns to look riley in the eyes. “ you know better. and you have a RIGHT to be scared. ”
| [ riley ;; ] |
❤ ┆ ▌ WAS THAT —— A SECRET ? Was that a precious secret that he was entrusted with ? For a moment his eyes are wide in shock, wondering —– just WHY this child had not only defended him; but gave him a secret to keep ? Of course, Riley would seal his own lips & take it to his grave 「 hopefully, he doesn’t die SOON 」 —— but wasn’t he just some stupid crybaby ?
THIS BOY WAS JUST FULL OF SURPRISES.
HE DOESN’T RESIST MOVEMENT; allowing the child to help him stand & even give him a few pats on the head. Usually, he’s just pushed to the ground ——- but that’s NOT even what catches him by surprise.
’ W-Wait —— y-you want me to go to your house ? U-Um —– ’
WOULD DADDY MIND ? WOULD DADDY GET UPSET ? Well —— maybe as long as he returned ——
’ A-All right ! I’ll follow you —— & everything will be a secret ! Promise ! ’
“ thank you, ” freek says, and he begins to walk towards his home, beckoning for riley to follow.
the walk is relatively SILENT for a while, and freek HOPES that it isn’t awkward to riley. he just isn’t much of a talker. “ why was that boy hurting you? ” he begins when they turn the corner. “ he pushed you and wore some mask. and that made you scared. why? ”
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whoops.
well, shit. my activity has really gone down, huh. on ALL of my blogs.
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《 BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. italicize WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. 》
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. the ocean. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning.suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
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| [ riley ;; ] |
❤ ┆ ▌ IN A WAY; THE OLDER KID’S WORDS DO MAKE SENSE —— why go through all the trouble of defending him if the older kid was just going to curse him instead ? Such was what any reasonable person what have thought —— but PARANOIA was the first emotion to plague his mind on its own. What if this big kid just drove the other away to take the easiest of pickings ? What if this big kid wanted the victim all to himself ?
HOW SAD ! The boy’s mind was just so skewed; just so warped from all the HELL he’s had to go through. It’s not until the other proclaims that he wouldn’t cause harm does the much younger child begin to relax & listen.
’ —— Th-thank you —— I-I —— I’m RILEY. ’
’ Y-You’re —— you’re really a sorcerer, Jimmy ? I-I —— I thought those were only in stories & stuff —— ’
“ yes, i am a sorcerer. i was born with magic in my blood, and my music man is helping me perfect it. but you must KEEP QUIET about it. nobody knows. i like it that way. that means nobody expects it, ” is that a SMILE on the emotionless boy’s face? maybe. he gently grabs riley and pulls him up to standing. he pats riley’s head twice, the motion WOODEN, but TRYING to be comforting ( he was not very good at it ). “ there you are. come to my house. my music man will help you. that other boy will not hurt you again at my house. ”
| [ boy ;; ] |
❤ ┆ ▌ HE’S TRAPPED IN HIS OWN DELUSIONS as his sickened sights twisted the image of another kid into a grotesque monster. How misfortune it was that the other children didn’t know just how ILL he was —— or perhaps they did know. Perhaps those souls were so cold & so cruel that they made him see the claws & the teeth all over again. Hadn’t he had enough ? Hadn’t those beasts reaped enough blood & pain & SANITY from him ?
OF COURSE NOT. It was never enough; it would never be enough for the monsters.
SCREAMS & SOBS BURNED LIKE FIRE AT HIS THROAT; never once stopping as the nightmare lurched over his being. He’s going to die. He’s going to die. HE’S GOING TO DIE. HE’S GOING TO DIE ! ! !
& THEN—— reality broke through. Teary, reddened eyes look up; still stinging & still barely able to see. There’s another shadow; one that didn’t tower over him but rather —— seemed just as human as he was. Through the fear does he blink —— & slowly does the glaze go away. Before the bully & himself was another boy just like the two of them. His first instinct was to shy away yet again; hands over his head as if he was afraid of being HIT. He doesn’t look; he doesn’t dare to look. Not until he hears the other boy speak.
’ LEAVE HIM ALONE ’ —— was he hearing things right ? Was someone —— no, it COULDN’T be. No one wasted time on him; much less try to defend him. The child cowers more; his whines growing just a bit louder as the bully continues to torture them until they both stop. Foreign words muttered so softly just barely managed to reach the air —— but once they did, they were DEAFENING. What was that ? What was this kid saying ? Whatever it was —– it scared the monster away; leaving nothing more than the fading pain of a shove. He’d get over it though; he’s more worried about what he was left with.
’ A-ah —— w-why —— wh-why did you SAVE ME ? ’
’ A-Are you gonna curse me ? ’
CLEARLY, the child doesn’t trust too easily.
the older boy tilts his head QUIZZICALLY, eyebrow cocked. “ why would i CURSE you if i drove away that other boy? ” his confusion is GENUINE. “ he was hurting you. unless you tell me that you hurt him in some way, i would not curse you. you are hurt. i do not like seeing hurt in this world. ”
tentatively, he walks over to the other boy. “ my name is freek livius polensky, and i am a sorcerer. if you are good, nobody will harm you anymore. my music man tells people to call me JIMMY, but you can call me either jimmy or freek. i do not care. ”
| [ sorcerer lady ;; ] |
{ ★ }
“ the magic of friendship, OBVIOUSLY. “
actually, three hundred years of absorbed wintery goodness, but it was basically the same thing. holly made a dramatic flourish with her hands and a snowball appeared in one.
“ ta daaa! “
ah, so she was a SORCERER of some sort, just like freek! well. the boy nodded. “ that is not friendship magic. that is ice. i can make ice, too. ” he casts the spell RAY OF FROST, and sends it hurtling towards a tree.
I ARRIVE AT THE GRUMPSPACE > tutorial: skipped > game: failed > dick: out
i am forcibly escorted from the grumpspace
an RP done entirely with letters, sent or unsent. Potentially romantic but not necessarily.
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| [ continued. ] |
@gamethecry
| [ matvey ;; ] |
The vampire was in his ’STUDY’, working on a small little detail he had left when a small hand reached up and tugged at his shirt sleeve. His scalpel was already on the body, so he decided that he would do ONE of his precise cuts before placing the bloodied utensil on the edge of his table. Muddy eyes moved down to bemet with empty eyes that made him grin wide and kneel down so he was eye to eye with Freek. His voice was soft as he spoke to the child.
" YES, freek? “
" i am tired. i want to sleep, ” the boy said quietly. he moved into the room, looking up at matthew. “ matvey... can you tuck me in? ” his eyes were WIDE and his tone VULNERABLE.
| [ strange lady ;; ] |
@bruumes
{ ★ }
“ just because there isn’t snow on the ground doesn’t mean we can’t have a snowball fight. “
the boy stared at her, quizzical and a little ANNOYED. “ how? ” was his simple question. if she was so ADAMANT about a snowball fight, what could she do to make it happen? he wanted to see.
