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@hiddenferocity
"–but that rage. Your 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 didn’t wear that rage."
"You’re right–"
“–this rage is the one thing I get from my 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.”
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Now, let's be clear. Did the thought occur to him that he could simply keep the jacket and get what he wanted too? To have the cake, and to eat it? Yes. Was it a close competition to decide which outcome he wanted? Yes, without a doubt. However, kinder heads prevailed and Zephyr let the jacket slip free from his grasp and into Kate's arms
The blade slid back to its resting place with smooth familiarity as he spoke, "I can only imagine what you want it for. It's so big it may as well be a sleeping bag, if you wanted it for that." Striding up to the now disarmed singer, he helped the jacket around her shoulders in the meantime. "Though, sleeping in the middle of the fog probably wouldn't be ideal, hm?"
Scanning the looming trees and grasping branches, he hummed. "Then again, you're not very heavy, and I've carried you plenty of times already." A broad hand dusted off the shoulders, straightening how it sat on her, despite the droop.
"I could always carry you to a campfire while you decide to use me as a traveling sleeping place, hm?" He snickered again. Knowing Kate, he'd offer and she'd take the opportunity to sit on his shoulders and croon away the whole time, a personal songbird to his long strides. Not that he minded, but its the swaying that throws him off, and over sometimes.
Her eyes rolled again at that offer. “Just cause ahm short and ain’t that heavy don’t mean ya get t’ carry me around like a sack of potatoes there, slick. An’ if ya try I will bite ya.” And that would be the least of it. “’sides, I got me two workin’ legs and I can walk there myself, thank ya kindly.”
“And I was gonna be usin’ it as a blanket. It’s nice and heavy and keeps out th’ fog.” Not that she would actually sleep sleep. “Let’s get goin’.” The walk wouldn’t be that long, not unless the Fog decided to shift and make it longer than normal. The Entity did like to be a right inconvenient cuss at times, so it would come as no surprise if the walk back took twice or thrice as long.
“And if ya misbehave at my campfire, you can bet I won’t need no dang knife t’ do it,” she drawled. After all, there were boots to consider.
"Oh please," He brought a hand to his chest, the other out to the side with splayed fingers, a subtle bowing forward, all in mock offense and mild outrage. "I wouldn't be carrying you like I do in the trials, darlin'. Consider me something of a gentleman when I'm not..." Tilting his head back and forth, he considered his disposition during the Trials, at least during the ones where he's hunting, and not hunted. "...of a more aggressive proclivity. Besiiiides,"
Stepping astride of Kate as he fixed his vest and shirt beneath, he hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans, "It's not like I'm overtly cruel to ya when I'm like that. At least, not all the time. I have some decency, you have to give me that." Keeping pace with her, he kept his eyes on the area around him. It could shift at a moment's notice, as he's seen. Not that he'd exactly mind a change of scenery. "I'll behave though, you have my word," He was wearing a smirk when he says it, however.
"Y'know. Gotta wonder: How do you find me so easily? I know it's probably just due to experience, but I'm not exactly putting myself in the same spot every time. Do you just... lurk and hunt around until you find the tall, dark, murderous idiot every time, or is there a trick to it?"
Kate elicited a small snicker. It wasn't the greatest pickup line in the world, not that he intended it that way, but it did sound like one once he thought about it again.
"Oh, and asking for my coat isn't? Tsk tsk. Quite the hypocrite, Kate." Zephyr replied, chiding her with the same tone she gave him a moment ago. He cared very little about the knife at his throat; he's dealt with this sort thing time in and time out, over and over again, he has a hard time caring in the least. Besides, though the bite of the edge felt sharp, he knew that whatever realm he was in really wouldn't let him die. He, and his proclivities and fears, were a tad too valuable he estimates.
"Let me make a counter offer," Raising the hand opposite from the side she was holding the weapon from, he began to slip his arm out of the sleeve of the coat. As his hand was halfway out of the leather sleeve, he curled his fingers into the thick material and grabbed the threat at his neck, securing it in an iron grip through the coat.
Wrenching it away from himself, but not out of her grip entirely, he twirled away from her grasp. Handle of the knife in her hand, the blade of it (and his coat) in his. "I get my knife back, and you get the coat. Deal?" With how he set them, it'd be easy for Kate to let the handle slip from her fingers as she grabbed the coat sleeve, and for him to catch the knife and twirl farther away allowing her to pull the rest of the garment off him.
So long as that's what she wants, of course. They both had their advantages still. The knife was sharp, all it'd take is a harsh tug and it'd be free of his grasp; and the coat was still around his other shoulder, all it'd be is leaping back and he has it back around himself.
The Songbird barked a laugh at that. There was always something fun when he was around — or unpredictable. Her tongue clucked once, but she relinquished the knife. After all, a big cozy coat was worth giving up a weapon so far as she was concerned. That and the only “weapons” Kate felt comfortable with were her boots. Conventional weapons? Not at all. Convenient, however?
“You got a deal, slick,” she hummed.
Her mind was formulating a few plans with the jacket, though 99% of those plans just involved using it as a blanket or a pillow. With as small as she was, however, she was positive she could use a sleeve as a pillow and the rest of it as a blanket. That would be if she ever slept. Sleep and Kate were not really compatible. She’d survived too many nightmares here to get a proper good sleep, and if Freddy were ever on the prowl… Well, let’s just say she would rather be awake than asleep. Although, she could always use it to sit on while she played guitar. It would be infinitely nicer than the log, especially with as short as her shorts were.
Kate just hoped she wasn’t counting her chickens before they hatched. Zephyr had his knife back and the jacket. He could just skip out on the deal.
Now, let's be clear. Did the thought occur to him that he could simply keep the jacket and get what he wanted too? To have the cake, and to eat it? Yes. Was it a close competition to decide which outcome he wanted? Yes, without a doubt. However, kinder heads prevailed and Zephyr let the jacket slip free from his grasp and into Kate's arms
The blade slid back to its resting place with smooth familiarity as he spoke, "I can only imagine what you want it for. It's so big it may as well be a sleeping bag, if you wanted it for that." Striding up to the now disarmed singer, he helped the jacket around her shoulders in the meantime. "Though, sleeping in the middle of the fog probably wouldn't be ideal, hm?"
Scanning the looming trees and grasping branches, he hummed. "Then again, you're not very heavy, and I've carried you plenty of times already." A broad hand dusted off the shoulders, straightening how it sat on her, despite the droop.
"I could always carry you to a campfire while you decide to use me as a traveling sleeping place, hm?" He snickered again. Knowing Kate, he'd offer and she'd take the opportunity to sit on his shoulders and croon away the whole time, a personal songbird to his long strides. Not that he minded, but its the swaying that throws him off, and over sometimes.
../start
Lo and behold, the plan has come to fruition.
If it wasn't the soft cracking of the earth beneath her boots or the subtle way the oppressing density of the fog seemed to give way behind him, it would've been the scent of her creeping behind him that gave her away. While it wasn't exactly planned to have his own blade against his throat, it was a much easier excuse for Kate to find him after the fact rather than trying to goad her into retribution after the trial. He knew the moment the weapon left the leather scabbard that she was going to get back to him, it was only a matter of when.
So he played coy, witless, focused on the scent of blood and fear, warmth spreading over his palms from the other survivors, even if they did get away. Having her hoisted over his shoulder, hips firmly situated next to his head was absolutely a perk of the whole affair.
Having her teeth worry his skin was another sweet surprise in his book; one that made the smirk spread wider over his face and turned his head toward hers, even at knifepoint. "Did I? Or are you simply to clever for my own health?" He replied, playfully nipping at her cheek in response.
"Mighty clever of you to slip that away from me while I was distracted. What do you plan to do with it, now that you have me?" Even if it wasn't on his face already, the clever, smug, smirk was heavy in his tone. He absolutely planned this, and now she knows he did.
@wanderingsongbird
The eyeroll she gave was nearly audible, and she almost gave into the impulse to bite him again. Somehow, Kate reigned in that impulse and scoffed instead. "If that's yer idea of a pickup line, you got some work t' do, darlin'." The flat of the blade idly traced a line above his collar, almost as though she was mulling a few thoughts over.
In all the scenarios she had played through in her head, Kate had not expected to get this far. She supposed she could bullshit her way through this. Maybe. Or find something that would surprise him.
The blade tapped once more. Twice.
"Yer coat," she decided. "I want yer coat. And no, that ain't me tryinna get you undressed." She'd had enough dealings with him outside of trials to know the thought might cross his mind.
"Sound good?"
Kate elicited a small snicker. It wasn't the greatest pickup line in the world, not that he intended it that way, but it did sound like one once he thought about it again.
"Oh, and asking for my coat isn't? Tsk tsk. Quite the hypocrite, Kate." Zephyr replied, chiding her with the same tone she gave him a moment ago. He cared very little about the knife at his throat; he's dealt with this sort thing time in and time out, over and over again, he has a hard time caring in the least. Besides, though the bite of the edge felt sharp, he knew that whatever realm he was in really wouldn't let him die. He, and his proclivities and fears, were a tad too valuable he estimates.
"Let me make a counter offer," Raising the hand opposite from the side she was holding the weapon from, he began to slip his arm out of the sleeve of the coat. As his hand was halfway out of the leather sleeve, he curled his fingers into the thick material and grabbed the threat at his neck, securing it in an iron grip through the coat.
Wrenching it away from himself, but not out of her grip entirely, he twirled away from her grasp. Handle of the knife in her hand, the blade of it (and his coat) in his. "I get my knife back, and you get the coat. Deal?" With how he set them, it'd be easy for Kate to let the handle slip from her fingers as she grabbed the coat sleeve, and for him to catch the knife and twirl farther away allowing her to pull the rest of the garment off him.
So long as that's what she wants, of course. They both had their advantages still. The knife was sharp, all it'd take is a harsh tug and it'd be free of his grasp; and the coat was still around his other shoulder, all it'd be is leaping back and he has it back around himself.
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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much
../start
Lo and behold, the plan has come to fruition.
If it wasn't the soft cracking of the earth beneath her boots or the subtle way the oppressing density of the fog seemed to give way behind him, it would've been the scent of her creeping behind him that gave her away. While it wasn't exactly planned to have his own blade against his throat, it was a much easier excuse for Kate to find him after the fact rather than trying to goad her into retribution after the trial. He knew the moment the weapon left the leather scabbard that she was going to get back to him, it was only a matter of when.
So he played coy, witless, focused on the scent of blood and fear, warmth spreading over his palms from the other survivors, even if they did get away. Having her hoisted over his shoulder, hips firmly situated next to his head was absolutely a perk of the whole affair.
Having her teeth worry his skin was another sweet surprise in his book; one that made the smirk spread wider over his face and turned his head toward hers, even at knifepoint. "Did I? Or are you simply to clever for my own health?" He replied, playfully nipping at her cheek in response.
"Mighty clever of you to slip that away from me while I was distracted. What do you plan to do with it, now that you have me?" Even if it wasn't on his face already, the clever, smug, smirk was heavy in his tone. He absolutely planned this, and now she knows he did.
@wanderingsongbird
So...
I really should not be allowed to design corsets with Kate in mind. It went from being a potential cute one to "oh... Corrupted Kate? Why hello there~"
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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
Seduce My Muse
Send them pictures, whisper in their ear, show off for them. Do anything and everything in your power to get them hot and bothered and see how my muse reacts.
best trope is when the Really Important Character falls to pieces when they try to do a regular task. she’s the Slayer of Nine Worlds, Mistress of Darkness, Daughter of the Blade of Heaven but she can’t tie her shoelaces. he is the only one who can wield the Sword of Time but he’s useless at starting a fire. they’re the most powerful mage in six generations but they’ve been reading the map upside down the whole time. god’s specialest little guys
Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!
🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees
🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance
🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes
🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely
🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room
💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise
⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence
🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears
⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore
🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away
🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends
🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting
⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way
🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants
🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles
🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away
🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it
🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring
🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water
🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history
💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt
🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home
🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere
👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead
❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering
🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence
🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again
☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood
☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring
🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red
💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it
🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods
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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (an ask game!)
Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:
a trait they have too much of (ex. too much pride = arrogance)
a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)
a trait they express in the wrong way
a trait they’re ashamed of
a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)
a bad habit
something they do that hurts themself
something they do that hurts others
a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR
a way that they are improving on any of the above!
Here’s a joke: my father
