sleepy angels don't exist

alright, it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been on here. but i’m announcing that i will not be roleplaying on tumblr anymore. HOWEVER, i am still interested in roleplaying, and would like to roleplay on discord.

@thefirstalpha

      Rebecca’s expression was a cross between disappointment, sadness and anger. When Jake had first revealed himself as her biological father, hers and Marie’s impression on him had changed drastically, now both full of pain, regret and sorrow. The man who was supposed to be there as Rebecca’s father figure, and Marie’s husband had suddenly turned up alive. 

oh look i made an original [s t a n d o] for rebecca. her name’s renegade

she communicates with its user and others via telepathy, but when actually talking she makes weird, creature-like gurgling sounds 

renegade can also fuse with its user, giving the user an advantage to its use of power

                    Pausing mid-sentence, Antonio glanced up from the book he had been explaining to her. For his LONELY daughter, he felt nothing but pity, & how he would have LOVED to ask Marie to give her a little brother or sister so that she would not be so LONELY. “Well,” it wasn’t the first time he had to explain, “it’s—-DIFFERENT than back Topside. The things you have to learn, I mean. If we ever decide to go Topside again, your mother & I—-well—-we want you to be READY.” There were other reasons, but that made the most sense to him.

                    “Now, I hope you’re ready to read me another line in SPANISH. No mistakes & I might just let you have a couple of those cookies your mama made last night BEFORE dinner.”

    She looked down, thinking about what he said. She always wondered what she had to be ready for, whenever he mentioned that. There was a little feeling of sadness in her, especially as of recently. She could be out there making friends, but instead she had to stay home. She looked back up,

                  {☤}––❝Ready for what, papa?❞

“ OH SHIT. ”

He actually didn’t mean to blurt the expletive aloud- it passed his lips without his thought. He’d always been impulsive, hasty, never looking before he leapt. The people he’d accosted outside his bolthole did not look like splicers. They didn’t even look old enough to get a drink in one of Rapture’s many bars- before everything had gone to shit, that is. 

She’d called his bluff. He wasn’t gonna hurt a couple of kids. Sure, he’d done things he wasn’t proud of (over and over and over and over again- weren’t you supposed to stop making the same mistake over and over again?)

He lowered his hands, and ever-so-slowly, the flames extinguished themselves, like a candle being snuffed out. He still wore his tattered bird mask. He reached up and pulled it down over his chin, so that it hung around his neck. His features were nowhere as attractive as they’d once been: he’d developed the requisite tumors near his temples, the cost of splicing. But it was still better than facing down a lifeless mask, he reasoned. 

“ Of course I’m not going to hurt you, ” he said, his voice still halting. 

“Most of the people who come through here- they’re violent, violent splicers who pick over whoever they find. You should come back here, with me- you’re not safe out here.” 

He didn’t like the idea of taking the girls into his bolt-hole- but at the same time, he couldn’t leave them to be slaughtered. 

    She gave the other a curt nod, looking down at him. There were no intentions of him harming them, but it’s best if Rebecca didn’t entirely trust him. There were times when their hiding spots were not longer hiding spots, with splicers that managed to find them, and almost killing them in the process, had not Rebecca always been quick to avoid. 

     He offered them a shelter to stay in, his shelter. And he was right- violent splicers do roam about and attack anything that moves on sight. Arcadia was asleep on her, and she was getting exhausted of walking for hours, trying to look for food. Perhaps she could take up his offer. If he turned on them, she’d shoot his brains out in a heartbeat. 

        {☤}––❝It’s probably for the best- thank you. My younger sister needs a better place to sleep than on my back, after all.❞

@thefirstalpha

    That Goddamn Alessi and his stand, turning Rebecca back into a child all because she wasn’t too careful. She had to find her parents, and quick- before that sick stand user does something worse to her. She held Arcadia in her arms, who was turned back into a baby, unfortunately. If she could, she would have punched Alessi into Hell and back, but she can’t now, and she needed help.

      She was lost in the middle of the city, and her parents weren’t anywhere in sight. At least Alessi didn’t catch up to her yet. She held Arcadia close to her chest, looking around.