#nvmbcrtwo

Bruises are still fresh, formed from an earlier....encounter. There’s a hand print around his neck that Klaus really should have thought about putting make-up on. Finger nail indents on his wrists from his client holding on a little too tight. His clients aren’t always gentle, they’re rough, and as much as Klaus likes it rough - this one had gone overboard. There are bruises underneath clothing, bite marks on thighs, it makes him feel....disgusting.

But, oh, how the drugs numb that. At least he’s got pills to make him forget about all the dirty things he has to do to survive. Pills and needles and oh the high he’s on right now is fantastic. Good enough to make him forget the bruises are there and he probably should not be laid up on Diego’s couch looking like this. But Diego’s place is the safest place for him to be right now, and a source of comfort.

salty meme for a not-so-salty mun || x || accepting 

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

I get a little annoyed when people assume things about my muse in a godmoddy/powerplay-y/metagame-y way. I’m struggling to think of a good example at the moment since it happens so rarely, but it’s usually stuff in-thread like:

[Character] knew Nathan liked pineapple, so they ordered Hawaiian pizza. 

or

[Character] snapped, “And you never put the milk away after you use it!”

Again, those aren’t great examples lol, but hopefully the gist is there. It’s okay for a character to make assumptions about my muse, I don’t mind, but it’s irritating when it’s done in a way that leaves no room for my muse to contradict it. It just takes these assumptions and forces them to be treated like fact when there is no canon evidence for it and we haven’t discussed it. 

Naturally, there are exceptions, like if we’re really good friends and we’ve been writing with one another long enough that we just know each other and our characters that well. For instance, I think Zeke, Payton, and Ingrid could write any kind of light (or heavy) godmodding and I’d be cool with it because they get me and they get my muse. But that’s super rare and honestly, please, just... talk to me. If you’re unsure about something, ask! If I come to you saying “hey, I loved your reply, but I don’t think my muse would say/do that because x reason”, please try to work with me. If I’m asking, it’s because I think it’s important to my character. And the same goes for me! If I ever accidentally make an assumption that feels godmoddy, tell me! I don’t mind changing or full on retconning aspects of a thread if there was a misunderstanding.

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

This is gonna be a wildly unpopular opinion... I really don’t like the trend of using Google Docs for rules and about pages. I don’t mind navigating away from tumblr to read stuff (Carrd is actually kind of cool!) but I have this impulsive need to keep my Google Docs clean. If I’m no longer using a document, I have to delete it. I hate the clutter. And every time I open someone’s doc, it gets saved on my account as a shared document, so I always have dozens of documents to delete one by one. 

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

Not a lot? I think (anxiety aside) I’m a pretty chill person. It’s just rare for me to get angry, and if I do, I try to step back until I can think more calmly and clearly.

That said! Censorship of fiction within the RPC bugs me a lot. (Spicy take incoming—)  The only difference between a hobbyist and professional writer is that one is getting paid. I think roleplayers and fanficers should feel free to write whatever they please as long as it’s tagged appropriately so that it can be blacklisted. 

Are there some topics that I personally wouldn’t touch and have no desire to read or write? Absolutely! But I understand that it’s my responsibility to curate my online experience by making use of the tools given to me, not the person writing whatever I don’t like. 

I also understand that writing x doesn’t automatically mean that the writer supports x in real life. Two of my favorite genres in fiction are horror and crime, and those genres are always going to contain a lot of nasty, disgusting, abhorrent stuff. Murder, torture, rape, incest... you name it and you can probably find something within that genre that touches or makes that thing the center of its plot. Do I think Stephen King or all the writers of every crime drama I’ve ever loved secretly support the awful things they make their awful characters do? No, of course not. That’s absurd. If that was true of even half the authors out there, then we’d have a lot of bestsellers in prison. 

@nvmbcrtwo​  ||  DAVE  &  DIEGO  ||   starter call. 

❛    I’LL  DRINK  TO  THAT  --------    ❜           amused  smirk  plays  on  the  soldiers  lips  as  he  picks  up  his  glass  of  bourbon  to  take  a  sip.         these  days  when  they  could  relax  were  few  &  far  between  ---------  diego’s  one  of  the  only  men  in  their  troop  that  he  considered  a  friend.         it  helped  that  he  wasn’t  averse  to  dave’s  more  flirtatious  side.        (  the  side  he  was  petrified  of  showing  anyone  else  in  their  troop.     mainly  because  it  never  came  out  around  women.  )            he  only  shows  it  when  he’s  tipsy  ;  when  they’re  safe  in  a  bar  without  watchful  eyes  of  anyone  that  matters.             he’s  able  to  laugh  &  lean  against  diego’s  side  without  fear  of  someone  calling  him  out.           

I present the real way this scene went.

Send ✧ for my muse to talk about their relationship with your muse, in detail (accepting!) 

Klaus’s features tighten with an unusually transparent dose of guilt.

    “Diego’s easier and harder to talk about. I’ve been close to Diego since we were preteens. When we were kids he kinda.....he and Grace, er, mom, were close.  I never trusted her....I’m, I mean, I’m sorry to say it but mom was sorta more of an extension of a need dad had than her own person. I wanted her to be her own person, but he wouldn’t allow it in her programming, so the more Deegs clung to her, the more I kinda wafted over to Allie, or Five, an’ hung out with them instead.  I dunno what he thought of me then and now I’m too scared to ask, because it might. Yanno. Really hurt. Maybe he thought because I was always squirming and running around and lighting shit on fire and talking non-fucking-stop, I would be a mean person and make fun of his speech impediment.  I hate that.  I hate that my...ADD or what the fuck ever is wrong with my brain made him think I’d ever do somethin’ that. Like. Cruel. He shoulda known better, to my credit, I mean, the only kid in the family who cried more than I did was Vanya. I cried every fuckin’ day because of how scrumdiddly-fun my ‘gifts’ were.   

   “Man, fuck that euphemism. ‘Gifts’ my ass.  Anywho.  Sorry, see, I’m wandering off topic right now. And that’s why I think I annoy my brother. Diego’s a laser. He’s very much like the knives he throws. Precise, staying the course. But it’s different than it is with Luther. Diego stays the course because he tunes in to his siblings and really worries about us.  Coupla times after dad locked me in crypts, Diego came and sat with me.  So did Five, a lot of the time, and they...really don’t get along, and never did.  When we were....twelve-ish, we just sorta started hanging out.  And it stuck. Especially after Five disappeared, and Allie started tryinna distance herself from her ‘weird’ addict brother.  I had nobody for a while.  So Deegs became my somebody.

   “He wanted me to...be my best self.  Because he’d worked so hard with his stutter, to be his best self. He believed I could be strong like that, too. I wasn’t.  But he kept thinking I could be.  He was the one that showed up to lift me out of my own...puke...and take me to rehab, that first time.  He was the one who picked me up when I was sober. Over and over. I couldn’t fuck up enough for him to stop believing in me.  I really knew I was at rock bottom the time he finally stopped.  I was high. I wanted a ride...fuck, somewhere. I don’t even remember where now. And he said ‘I won’t watch you almost die one more time,’ and just. Slammed the door in my face.” 

Klaus pauses here, to rub his eyes, and draw a shaky breath. He smiles disarmingly and shrugs.  

12.   do   you   have   a   favorite   au   for   your   muse  ? 15.   write   if   you   think   you’d   get   along   with   your   muse   if   they   were   real 21.  write   what   you   like   about   your   muse’s   relationship   with   the   asker’s   muse