#brutalwillds

unpopular rpc opinions.

faceclaims are not the most important part of a character. if you have an fc that fits your character ? great ! if you don't have an fc because you couldn't find one that fits your character ? also great !

i'm tired of people acting like it's the end of the world if someone doesn't have an official faceclaim for their muse. and don't even get me started on the weird hatred for animated fc's. faceclaims are can be fun, but they are NOT necessary to have a good character.

i'm also really tired of people picking popular fc's and slapping them onto their characters and assuming that their fc will carry them. do yourself and your character justice by making them more than just their fc. give them likes / dislikes, hobbies, an actual personality.

i would much rather write with a well developed character with no faceclaim than an undeveloped character with a faceclaim.

@brutalwillds sent [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body / siobhan for bea!!

"I know this is a super deep moment and you're pouring your guts out to me but that would be sick in a song." Eddie says with a little smile. He swears he's paying attention to what Reese has to say. He had wanted to give her advice and be a shoulder to cry on but he also had to lighten the mood. He wanted to make her smile so he gets off the bed and picks up his guitar.

@brutalwillds asked: 🎁 for Reese! // spotify wrapped meme

30. romeo - conan gray

MAYBE GETTING CAUGHT very obviously emerging from an area of the Pizzaplex deemed off limits should rattle him more, but even with Reese's questioning gaze on him... Michael doesn't react much. How exactly he got his security clearance is questionable at best, but he has the uniform, he has the badge, and he has the experience to back it up ( does it really matter that said experience may not have been at this location? ). Of all the bad signs here, her catching him in the act of investigating ranks low on his list.

@brutalwillds: "Of course i'm angry. Do you have any idea how many times someone should've helped me?" / reese

carried over from deathsbecome

"I probably do, actually," the response is sharp and quick, with Addy wasting no energy trying to hide annoyance at the statement. Addy had worked so hard, she'd done everything right besides fall for the wrong girl and all it had gotten her was bleeding out in the bathroom at the first party she had ever attended. It got her name and story blurred and confused, to fit a Shadyside narrative and to fit a heterosexual one.

"You cant know everything, Hope. He was a damn good liar. It was never your responsibility to protect yourself from him. Dr saltzman should've done his research and NEVER let him in In the first place, let alone anywhere near you." Roman sienna used her and broke her trust in the worst way possible. Saw her as an abomination to be prevented instead of the little girl who healed butterflies just because she could. (Who saw a little boy grieving his mama and knew he needed a friend, even when she had every right not to give a damn.)

"I thought so, before. But.." no amount of mulling it over and considering all the consequences could've prevented him from the reality of what was coming for them, the storm brewing at home, needing only the smallest of nudges to break loose. Even if he had managed to stay in control amidst the overwhelming sounds and sensations, kept it together against the hunger and rage boiling beneath, his very existence was all they needed to point fingers, to justify their needless hatred and gather the vampires against a common enemy.

"I didn't think it would lead to this."

Alaric Saltzman had a job to protect her, but he failed. That resentment had been pushed down so deep that it had never landed on Alaric's shoulders. Instead, Hope kept it all inside, finding new ways to blame herself for parts she didn't even play. Henry had been the one to put it into words for her. Allowed that wound to surface and bleed. But there wasn't time to focus on it. He was a good liar. And that was true. Hope had been young and wanted love so badly that she fell for the pretty face of a guy who sold her lies. Her first kiss forever was tainted with memories of death and betrayal.

They were in the safety of the Mikaelson Mansion. There was no one there but them, which allowed them to speak freely between them. Henry's close, his kiss still on her wrist even though his lips had long since left her skin. It's strange how something so simple can feel so intimate. They sat there trying to wrap their heads around the mess that had been made. ❝ I didn't think that it would turn out this bad, either.. ❞ Hope knew there were people that would fear her and even want her dead. Hell, everyone was on the kill Hope train from the time Hope was in the womb.

❝ I wasn't very good at being supportive. I thought I could help on my own. ❞ The truth is, Hope isn't even sure how to help. She had never triggered the vampire side. Henry was already a scared kid. You can't create something and not take responsibility for it. Her mama had been right. However, her father had not gotten that memo.

"Listen, we may not be the best of friends, but I am also not the enemy, Farrah. I won't kick you while you're down. There are a lot of people I would kick while they were down. You, however, are not Jason Carver... or my third grade teacher, Mrs. Downey." Eddie tries to joke, wanting things to seem light hearted. He gets no laughs, so he lets out a dramatic sigh. He walks over and has a seat next to her, flashing his brightest smile. He's bad at caring for others when they're emotional, and he knows it, but he wants to try.