☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed
🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write
🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me
prompt: my experience in the roleplaying community, @amatorial
🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me.
there's a few blogs that inspire me that i have gotten to write with, and it's just because i am enjoying the content that's being put out. there's also a lot of people here who are just so downright creative whether that pertains to character graphics, the way they write their characters ect. @sm4llville (once again sorry for the callout big, is one of those people who really gets that clark kent interpretation, y'know?? also i have only gotten to know them briefly but @loisl4ne with her interpretation of THAT lois lane from that show?? we love smallville here, i will tolerate no hate. jks you can be critical of the show but smallville has importance here.
going over towards the marvel side, it's been really cool seeing all these different takes, the way people have tailored all these characters in a way that's true to them but also adding a touch of themselves. gonna say just say point blank that i am still new to comic books so the mcu has honestly been my gateway to marvel but seeing @startaxian (astro) and @kingspartax (eli's) take on peter quill / star-lord has been such a joyride. i really love peter quill and i'll always get excited about new portrayals that take him further and beyond with what the mcu originally did for him because he such a fun character that deserves the world. @fntstic, @soulbarer and @diam1nd are also always just a positive space on my dash. like i said, don't know much about marvel characters outside their visual media appearances so i have been learning a lot just through their portrayals and dior (i really am loving all the fluffy shenanigans booster and emma are going through even if they are really slow and drawn out from my end)
taking it over to the dc side of things, @rotinto's take on poison ivy is so much fun with all their aesthetics and the prose being used in their writing. there was a lot of thought there with your portrayal and she's just so great, cunning, sultry and all those things i love about her and i do love the little horror you have incorporated all around. i am just having a blast with the little thread thing we have going on. it's campy, and a very booster coded encounter. few blogs that i also follow / have just started following but will get a shoutout because: @supurman, @identitysolved, @themiscira, @bruz3r i actually dont follow many dc blogs?? rip. the fandom is pretty tiny.
and finally these are just the blogs that are just really fun, have characters i really enjoy / have interest from my end but are also just lovely people: @warplanet, @print17, @bdazzled / @serendpitous, @darehearts, @ronins, @cqnna, @strangewonderful, @wldwst / @xitmusic, @f1llgraves / @redcr0ss, @unhalloweds, @amatorial, @bycain, @bychuck, @fireho3s, @fablelike
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*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: ───💍 Hands shook violently as she she paced. They were all supposed to be her family, the real one, the one that would love her and this game had fucked it all up.
Daniel had been the only honest one. Alex, he tried to help but Jesus the tables had turned so quickly. Fuck-- Charity had almost killed him.
Frame bent down to rip off another section of her dress before moving to start tying it around his shoulder. Another hidden space in their never ending hell hole of a mansion.
❝Your wife is really fucked in the head, just saying.❞
Insensitive, but after everything she was certain she was off her rocker completely and kindness didn't matter. She killed her, she is pretty sure she had at least. The gun went off a second time and she didn't stop slamming her head.
Her hands move to press harder against where he had been shot in the shoulder from the way Grace shoved him. She got lucky, he did too but this wasn't the end. Between the two of them they were leaving trails of blood all over the house.
❝I don't think Alex is the one who's gonna get outta this shit hole place with me. I think--❞
She doesn't want to say it but something felt like it had shifted in the last few hours. He had been taken out and it seemed like whatever happened in this fucked up family changed them on a cellular level. But maybe not Daniel, and if it did, it changed him for the better. But, despite how this night had started, how he had almost sold her out there is guilt. He was hurt because of her, he nearly died by his wife's hand because of her.
This was so fucked.
❝Are you ok? I bet that hurts, fuck. I'm sorry, this is all my fault Daniel.❞
La bellezza di una cosa, una persona, un oggetto, si può percepire in diversi modi e forme. Quello che dona una scintilla, quell’emozione sul petto, però, sono i dettagli.
E’ la sublimazione di tutti i meravigliosi particolari che, se non fossero tali, non creerebbero un grandioso complesso d’emozioni.
@amatorial i don't need permission from the dark. / daniel
the small rectangles of mid-american buildings blur together, none yet awake to pepper orange windows into view. violet morning sky broken only by cheap diners & brightly lit liquor stores all BEACONS to weary travelers. ❝ no, unfortunately you do not. ❞ an inhale, december air stinging his nostrils. when he exhales, there is no cloud of breath. only an audible SIGH & the image of stiff shoulders slouching into cream seats. the car, carefully chosen for it's convertible roof & chocolate exterior, would not be missed, now overwhelmed by the sterile scent of daniel's time in st. mary's rehabilitation hospital. & despite the violence with which the wind whipped armand's hair, it did little to dissipate the smell. his absence, another brush with insanity, HAUNTING armand in the form of astringent cleaner. MIRACULOUSLY, or more accurately at the whim of an increasingly paranoid vampire, two cigarettes find flame. inexperienced fingers grip the steering wheel tighter. his nail begins a quickening tap, tap, tap against leather. another needless inhale. the car jolts forward. ❝ but before we indulge your more . . . spirited requests, can i offer you breakfast? it's 6 am. ❞
@amatorial i can smell you before i see you. / daniel
he can see his shadow darken over daniel’s figure, something long & stretched thin, arcing at the concrete. a monstrous & poetic sight, obscuring the details of short curls, the pattern on his shirt, and replacing it instead with the warped silhouette of armand. there exists a desire to RUN from the horrible image: a boy devoured, and yet it leaves him frozen in place. wide-eyed marble. — it is a distinctly american SNARK that cuts armand free from this haze. ❝ funny. ❞ & despite a sharp expression, amusement warms his tone, carries upward the corners of thin lips. a long stride forward marked by the clicking of expensive leather. delicate fingers snake their way onto daniel's back, his shoulder, smoothing fabric as he goes. ❝ & what is it that you smell? ❞ made bold by fresh blood coursing through well-fed veins.
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you need an antidote. you've been exposed to a nerve agent. / nat to remy
life begins to rapidly drain from the cajun's body, knocking the strength from his legs as he clutches to the assassin. dropping his staff onto the floor, one hand clutches his forehead as the pressure builds immensely. eyes blurry. heart racing. remy couldn't even guess how long he had left before the effects only worsened. ❛ & here gambit thought it was just the seafood he ate last night. ❜ he says through gritted teeth, head lifting to find her gaze before his remaining composure leaves him. ❛ don't suppose you've got one tucked away in that fancy belt there, chère? ❜
i was unaware i was under MI6 command and i just chose not to take your advice. / nat @ 007
blurred amongst the myriad of innocents surrounding them, bond stands before the black widow with desperate plea. he was worried he wouldn't catch her before she boarded the plane, leaving him lost as to where she could be found again. james stood cautious that if he blinked, she would disappear. one mistake he couldn't let happen again. ❛ i can see that. ❜ he pauses, narrowing down his best options if this conversation doesn't go his way. carefully, bond stepped closer to her with gentle plea. ❛ look, i'm not here at their behest right now. if they found out i've came all the way here to find you, then ... ❜ another pause, simply eluding to the potential consequences of his actions. even if they've learned to anticipate his antics. ❛ natasha this really isn't the best course to take & you know it. why won't you at least hear me out? ❜
thought i should stop by, see if you were okay. / nat @ remy
gambit found himself situated in the corner of an empty room, shirtless & surrounded by myriads of necessities. in one pile there sat discarded & bloodied bandages; on his opposite side were fresh bandages waiting to be used. before him, however, sat the most important ingredient of them all, liquor. though his wounds were treatable, it was his shame that caused the deepest pain. in this recent mission featuring both avengers & x-men, his shortcomings had led to the mission's failure. most would say he wasn't to blame, yet remy lebeau knew when to let shame pull his chin down. ❛ gambit's doing just fine, chere. ❜ he winces, attempting to finish wrapping his bandages. ❛ i've been dealt worse hands before. ❜ a beat, sighing as dark eyes focus on the ground beneath him. ❛ just frustrated it's my fault things didn't go our way, tu sais? ❜ another beat. ❛ as much as i appreciate the check up, i'm betting you came to tell me to sit the next one out? ❜
