#sclidarity

His son. The boy whom he had given the gift of life to, who was the only family he had left in this forsaken world. His family was gone, the women he had taken as his wife and Jay’s mother was gone. It was the two of them left...And he was so disappointed.

The boy had been sent to Auradon with the rest of his friends to aid in their release, but it seemed he had been lured into this paradise. He, like Maleficent, had taken the opportunity to escape while he could. He had laid low for this long, but no longer.

Jafar moved forwards, his gaze transfixed upon Jay. Each move was deliberate, his body poised as it had been before his fall. He would not become that sniveling man again, grovelling for scraps like he did.

the hella sweet munday meme | @sclidarity

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

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⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

If anybody knows me, they know that I love the small details. So if there’s a small detail in one roleplay, brought up in another ask/meme/thread/even conversation with another muse, I will lose my shit. I love that so much. I love that you noticed the little things and you will literally have all the brownie points because you noticed and you took the time to bring it back!!! 

the moment is quiet—— they’re always quiet with jay. a surprising contrast with the athlete’s loud persona. arthur isn’t sure what warrants the trust that jay has put in him, why he’s allowed to peek at the soft side but he understands that it’s a privilege and he will not waste it and so he’s made it his mission to soothe the kid or guide him or perhaps both. and if he can soothe himself in the process — well that’s a BONUS.

he says the words quietly because he’s been thinking about it and it seems like a good thing to say. lately, his thoughts have been plagued with distant memories and his nights with a pain that he can’t quite understand. he has lived and died so many times but the only life the counts— the only one that left a real imprint on him is his first. he knows what he feels and the nightmares come from that but he can hardly remember. it’s been so long, most of the memories are muddled, a big MESS in his head and all that remains are distant feelings.

this is my rock that looks like every other rock at the beach. but it’s special to me because i found it and i am the only one to have it.

and maybe that’s why having close friends is so special. these are people who love you so so much even though there are days where you wake up feeling like you’re the worst person in the world.

Scotta wasn’t sure what kind of reply she had expected from him, but deflection seemed about right. She couldn’t say that she was particularly close to Jay – they were acquaintances at best – but, from what she did know about him, he didn’t seem to be the type who enjoyed discussing his feelings. Then again, none of the VKs she’d met so far seemed particularly fond of it, so she supposed that it was more to do with the environment of their upbringing than anything else.

However, his next continuation did shock her a little. She hadn’t expected her words to really get through to him at all, but his words suggested that they had at least made him think, and she wasn’t sure what reply would be adequate.

“Sorry, I haven’t gotten to that chapter yet.” Deflective humor seemed to be the best option. Opening up about herself wasn’t something she was too fond of either, so she certainly wasn’t about to pour out her innermost thoughts and musings to a person she barely knew.

      ❛    MY BROTHERS SPEAK VERY HIGHLY OF  you, believe it or not.   ❜  she nods towards the little boys chasing each other on the field.   ❛    they saw you play earlier.  now i think they’re obsessed with joining the tourney team once they attend this place.   ❜