[I’m still standing, after all this time]

What is old? Can it be new again? And what goes out? Does it come back in?

every day i think abt the rp community–

“You can be as MUNDANE as you like…”

INDIE & SEMI-SELECTIVE RP/ASK BLOG FOR HOWIE HONEYGLOW FROM EPITHET ERASED

9 Years of RP Experience

OC/Canon Friendly

One-liners, Para, and Novella

Mostly SFW, Mun is 18+

Discord upon request

so i found some old rp doodles

“Ramsey!”

And suddenly— suddenly both her hands are on his face, but holding it still, forcing him to look her in the eye as her blue eyes turn to an icy glare. It softens just a little after the initial shock, but—

“You think this is your fault?! What did you tell me when I lost Parapet?!”

(She means what almost happened when she lost Parapet, but she’s sure he knows that.)

She doesn’t wait for a response. “You told me not to apologize. And that was when I’d made a poor decision knowing that my epithet would return to me. You—”

Percy shakes her head, realizing they really didn’t understand how deep this went. There was so much to it even SHE didn’t understand, she wasn’t like her mother, but—

“You soulbonded with two people in one day. Well— technically we’d already bonded, but Zora and I bonded as well and since you’re bonded with both of usit’s essentially as if you formed another bond yourself— anyhow! Immediately afterwards, both of us LEFT you. Two parts of your SOUL were removed, you were left with foreign pieces of ours— Zora, she didn’t know what was happening, I can’t blame her for bailing, but at least I should’ve known better.” She doesn’t realize how hard she’s gripping him now, her hands moved down to his shoulders and clenching them in self-imposed anger.

“I shouldn’t have left you. I’m supposed to protect others, and now especially you, but I walked out. Because I was AFRAID.” A laugh escapes her, and it’s a bitter, jaded laugh that doesn’t at all fit into her corner of the triangle.

“Ramsey, I know you’re a good liar. But don’t lie to yourself about this. The blame lies mostly with me, and I apologize for it. That’s why I’m here.”

[ @percival-queen ]

Something catches in his throat as she grips him by the face. He swallows thickly, his breaths coming at a faster pace.

“You think this is your fault?! What did you tell me when I lost Parapet?!”

“I shouldn’t have left you. I’m supposed to protect others, and now especially you, but I walked out. Because I was AFRAID.”

Ramsey shakily exhales, trying to fight back the sudden stinging at the corners of his eyes.

“Ramsey, I know you’re a good liar. But don’t lie to yourself about this. The blame lies mostly with me, and I apologize for it. That’s why I’m here.”

“Perc’, I... yeah I was left alone, but that didn’t... that didn’t mean I had to leave them alone, too.”

He bites at the inside of his lip, something so horribly sad flickering through his gaze. The single, golden crack through his iris ever-so-briefly seems to flicker.

“I fucked up, too. As much as you don’t want me to put the blame on myself... you can’t take all of it, y’know? Not for me, not for Zora.”

Ramsey pauses, his shoulders slumping even as he brings his hands up, resting them on the back of her own. 

“And Perc’, I appreciate the apology, but... I’m sorry, too. We both fucked up on how we handled... all of this. Not just you.”

He sighs before leaning his head into the palm of her right hand. Exhausted. He’s so exhausted. But she doesn’t deserve to completely push the blame onto herself after everything that had happened.

“...But we’ll figure this out. Or, at least... we’ll handle this together.”

Another soft exhale. It’s steadier, now.

“Seven? That’s…. my. I knew there were such large families, but I wouldn’t have pinned you as belonging to one. You’re quite the… free spirit, so to speak.”

Ramsey pauses to chew on his lip, letting out a small, weak laugh.

“Hah… yyyyeah, we were kinda all just… left to our own devices, for the most part, so. Not super tight. My parents didn’t. Uh. Get what they wanted outta the first two kids, so. Thhhhey had more.”

Something bitter briefly flickers through his gaze before he shoots her an apologetic smile. “Nana was… she was great, though. Kept all of us in line, but made sure we had fun after whatever fancy bullshit parties our parents dragged us off to… also damn, nine adults?”

He pauses again, a hint of something familiar lingering at the back of his mind. “…Lots of aunts and uncles, huh?”

{@goldbricker-ramsey}

“Hah… yyyyeah, we were kinda all just… left to our own devices, for the most part, so. Not super tight. My parents didn’t. Uh. Get what they wanted outta the first two kids, so. Thhhhey had more.”

A crestfallen, yet not entirely surprised, look flits across Percy’s face at that. She doesn’t know exactly what he means, but she doesn’t want to push the issue.

…Her grip on him tightens a little.

“Nana was… she was great, though. Kept all of us in line, but made sure we had fun after whatever fancy bullshit parties our parents dragged us off to…

Fancy? Somehow, she’d always assumed he hadn’t had so much money growing up. Maybe it was the clothes, which Percy knew were cheap because she passed their identical copies on the few occasions she went to the clothing store for new socks.

“I’m glad you had someone to watch after you, at least.”

“…Lots of aunts and uncles, huh?”

Percy nods, attempting to switch her train of thought. No point in dwelling on the past, and she doesn’t want to press for any details Ramsey might be uncomfortable with.

“Yes. You, ah… actually remind me of one of them.” She finds herself blurting out the words even as she’s thinking them— something that only seems to happen around him. “…I suppose I don’t like seeing you when you’re sad; I worry—”

She cuts herself off, shaking her head. Almost instinctively, she reaches up and presses one of her palms to Ramsey’s jawline, running over it and feeling the scratch of his beard. “But, you’re stronger than him. And… you have Goldbricker to help you.”

(She still remembers the first time she realized that.)

“Yes. You, ah... actually remind me of one of them.”

He quirks a brow but continues to listen as she continues to speak.

And it isn’t hard to put the pieces together— that she worries when she sees him sad, the way she trails off...

And really, is she not justified in worrying about that? After what he nearly...?

Ramsey sighs and leans into her touch, a comfortable, familiar chill running up his spine as she rubs her hand along his jawline. He melts ever so slightly, the feeling already soothing away some of his more troubled thoughts, though... well.

“You have Goldbricker to help you.”

Ahhh.

There it is.

The guilt.

He swallows thickly, unable to bring himself to respond for a solid minute.

Stronger, huh...?

(The presence in his chest is apologetic. It shouldn’t be. He doesn’t deserve that and they didn’t deserve any of this bullshit, either.)

Ramsey lets out a shaky huff, even as his fingers loosely twine through Percy’s hair.

“...I’m sorry,” he manages quietly, before letting out a feeble, half-hearted attempt at a laugh. There’s no joy in it.

“I... after what I did to you, to Goldbricker... Perc’, I...”

The words catch in his throat. Why is it so hard to say what’s been on his mind these past few weeks? Yeah he’s not alone anymore, but it’s suddenly so hard to talk, to breathe...

“I don’t... deserve...”

Either of you. I really don’t. Not after I fucked up so hard that I nearly...

“Seven. Not all of ‘em were… outstanding, really, but. I think you’d’ve liked a few of ‘em. You?”

Her eyebrows shoot up at. She’s possibly more shocked at this factoid than the confirmation that Australia exists.

“Seven? That’s…. my. I knew there were such large families, but I wouldn’t have pinned you as belonging to one. You’re quite the…” She pauses, looking for the right words. “Free spirit, so to speak.”

“As for me— I was an only child.” After a moment, she adds with a slight smile, “I had nine adults, though. Does that mean I ‘beat you’ where large families are concerned? —Although, I suppose if you count your parents and Nana, that’d be eleven.”

[ @percival-queen ]

Hm, she was an only child-- it made sense, really.

“Seven? That’s…. my. I knew there were such large families, but I wouldn’t have pinned you as belonging to one. You’re quite the… free spirit, so to speak.”

Ramsey pauses to chew on his lip, letting out a small, weak laugh.

“Hah... yyyyeah, we were kinda all just... left to our own devices, for the most part, so. Not super tight. My parents didn’t. Uh. Get what they wanted outta the first two kids, so. Thhhhey had more.”

Something bitter briefly flickers through his gaze before he shoots her an apologetic smile. “Nana was... she was great, though. Kept all of us in line, but made sure we had fun after whatever fancy bullshit parties our parents dragged us off to... also damn, nine adults?”

1. Name three things that make your muse happy.

2. What is the last thing your muse smiled about?

3. Are there any scents that tie to a specific happy memory for them?

4. How do they show their happiness?

5. Write a drabble of one of their happiest memories.

6. How often are they happy?

7. What will usually put them in a good mood?

8. What would make them happier? Winning a ton of money or meeting their potential soul mate?

9. Are they effected by other peoples good moods?

10. Describe something they have done for someone else that made them happy?

11. How optimistic is your muse?

12. Is there anything that can instantly break their good mood?

13. How does your muse smile when they are happy?

14. Describe your muses laugh.

15. Your muse just got good news! How do they celebrate?

16. Does your muse have smile lines?

17. Are there any seasonal things that your muse is always happy to see?