#meme.day

Everyone needs a little love. For every ♡ I receive, I’ll dish out a compliment.

Oh, M. 

My favorite thing about you is how ready you are to FIGHT. Any time, any place, if something is going down you’re out here dinging the bell. You advocate for your friends and the things that are important to you, and somehow you managed to convert me into a RPatts stan. Something I really never through was possible, but here I am, out here obsessed and in love with one man. 

You always come up wth and make a very dedicated aesthetic for your characters, Winters is really strong, but all of your muses have a very specific style and form to them that makes them both consistent and unique. I love one goth and I am so so proud of you <3

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

Ikaros grinned from ear to ear as he saw his cousin walk casually down the street, where the man’s partner was, the trickster could not say but all at once he lunged towards him. His arms wrapped tightly around Leonidas as he tackled his less attractive cousin to the ground and attempted to pin him down. Teasing as he did so. Quite quickly, Leonidas overtook him and pinned the slighter man down before Ikaros barked some comment about how Leonidas got all the brawn because he was uglier than his first goat-wife’s arse and just as thick. They laughed, and Leonidas let him up only because he said it would be unfair to Eleni to send him too quickly to the underworld. Ikaros clapped back with yet another remark and Leonidas seemed to all at once decide that it was perhaps in Ela’s best interest that she never truly get to know Ikaros. 

Leonidas chased him through the streets of Corinth, the trickster eventually caught up with the other, while Ikaros laughed that it was all fun and games, Leonidas tied him to the top of a flagpole and left him there to be discovered come sunrise. Naked, annoyed, and chaffed, Ikaros made the walk of shame home from city hall shortly after the janitor cut him down. 

…someone my muse hurt in the past.

@gabrielxnikephoros “Not deliberately, obviously. But sometimes best friends do things that hurt the other.”

…someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget.

@callum-marcoh “He’s definitely someone that interests me, it’s odd, he reminds me of a much younger version of myself.”

Everyone needs a little love. For every ♡ I receive, I’ll dish out a compliment.

LAUREN. 

My love for you knows no bounds. I literally joined a roleplay because I happened to read your bio and I went, ‘wow this is someone who can really write.’ Beyond our obviously amazing writing compatibility, I love that we’ve been able to bond about the fact that we’re huge nerds outside of roleplay as well. I could probably spend all afternoon rambling about the different things about you that I love, but my favorite is the fact that you take literally zero shit from anybody. You’re the first person to stick up for your friends... and also the first one to ROAST ME. 

I’m so glad you told me about this group, I’ve met some wonderful people and had the chance to write with some really creative individuals. Please come to Canada immediately, okay thanks, buy bye queen. 

Oh I’ll say some nice things about Gabriel as well, I really like that he’s only a few centuries old and you didn’t get carried away with making him some really old historical character. Oh wait, lol. Okay well I really like that you’re playing him as such a believable top... Oh wait, lol. Okokokok, I really like that he’s a big nerd, just like you :)

Everyone needs a little love. For every ♡ I receive, I’ll dish out a compliment.

I’m secretly a demon whose incapable of expressing/receiving feelings of love, and even I don’t have anything bad to say about you. How am I supposed to roast the sweetest person in the roleplay? Insert cutting statement here. You’re the most consistent person in the group, you’re always replying, engaging, reaching out. You love making our characters cry and I really respect that. 

You craft these really dynamic muses that are so well written and compelling that they really - speak for themselves -. You aren’t someone who needs to make your character an oracle or the leader of the coven in order to make them interesting. You make really interesting characters because you put a lot of heart and thought into your writing. I live for exactly one Lisa, and that’s you <3

Atlas is obsessed with plants, he has a very personal relationship with the natural environment and feels empowered when he’s in the wilderness. Growing up in North Vancouver, our backyard opened up into a natural park that had a lagoon somewhere at the center. It was private, there were trails for horses, streams that were used by trout when they were spawning. My brother and I would spend the entire day out there, wandering what felt like this immense forest of temperate trees.  Had our parents let us we’d have spent our nights there too, building forts off the beaten path. I revisited this particular park a couple years ago with my partner at the time and it was much smaller than what my seven year old self had experienced.. 

Atlas’ love for nature comes from my own love of the wilderness, living between a city and the wilderness felt magical in its own way. From a young age I was very inspired by the idea of hidden magic, and of the thought that there were people living in these old, massive trees. It was a great place to grow up.

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

Big ooph. Can someone please sit Atlas down and explain to him he has to pay his taxes.

Fen. 

You were the best of of us, kind, empathetic, resolute in your purpose. But we were to live above the mortals, to protect them, and harbor them against the dark. Instead, you chose to live among them. I have watched mortals kill each other now for thousands of years and cannot fathom why you chose to join them, especially when they so clearly need our guidance. For years, I looked to you for strength, but in the end I saw that you were crumbling all along, your foundation too weak to withstand an immortal life. 

I never understood your decision to give up eternity for mortality, I too knew love once, yet I returned to my purpose as I was intended to. You chose what a Coven could offer you over your own family, and in so doing you corrupted your very purpose, and forced an era of slavery upon the then newly created werewolves. If there were ever a way to free them of the curse your selfishness laid upon them, I would break it in an instant, and let the consequences be on your head. 

May you rest in peace, brother.