i have the muse in me!

Signs that I, too, am on break and do not want to think about the show:

  • I have put my headphones in. 
    • I’d be lying if I said I didn’t occasionally just pop in some headphones for appearance’s sake.
  • I have left the space.
  • Not only have I left the space, but I have, in fact, walked out of the building. 
  • My notebook and anything else I could use to take notes is still sitting at my space in the rehearsal hall. 
  • I am slowly sipping on my coffee and looking at you disdainfully as you approach me with a question.

Breaks are important. 
And everyone deserves to take them. 
INCLUDING YOU. 
The show will not disintegrate if you stop thinking about it for 10 minutes. 

HOLY SHIT?! The fact that people actually like my content && decide to follow me is actually really goddamn heartwarming? Ever since I started roleplaying on Tumblr back in around July I remember thinking I wouldn’t get far because I was a mess back then in terms of writing ( long story short I had a break from writing in general ) && looking back at the last few months, I have to admit that I have improved and that’s all thanks to all of my mutuals!

215+ of you follow this meme– thank you for sticking around tbh! For a muse who is mostly canon divergent && canon divergent; I’m beyond happy that people like my portrayal && that gets me all mushy.

I’m going to make another post at another date, hopefully sometime this week for mutuals who I’ve gotten to know a lot over these last few months. Nothing better than a special mention for some special folks! 

Without further ado– in no specific order, I’m sorry in advance if I’ve missed anyone out! This is also a little lengthy so– brace yourself.

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                  who wants some starters yo  👏

⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔

90 sentence starters from books one through six of The Mortal Instruments. send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person, but it’s a monster. ❞
I may be a killer, but I know what I am. Can you say the same? ❞
Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing. ❞
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. ❞
If you were half as funny as you thought you were, you’d be twice as funny as you are. ❞
The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞
I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain. ❞
Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound? ❞
If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. It would have been a lot less painful. ❞
Next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞
You could try not being charming all the time. It might be a relief for everyone. ❞
If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. ❞
You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction. ❞
You tore my heart out years ago when you betrayed and deserted me. ❞
You’re skilled enough, but you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted. ❞
I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt. ❞
You think charm is the same as honesty? I used to think so. I was wrong. ❞
I prefer to think that I’m a liar in a way that’s uniquely my own. ❞
Don’t bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this. ❞
Look on the bright side, if they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. ❞
Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. ❞
I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. ❞
I admire your stubbornness. It’s so much like mine. ❞
You never got a chance to tell me the truth. I don’t trust you, I want you to know that, but I thought I’d give you the chance to tell me. ❞
We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. ❞
I’ve heard the word ‘fear’, I simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me. ❞
I’d say it’s been nice meeting you, but, in fact, it hasn’t. It’s been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see you will be far too soon. ❞
I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while. It relaxes me. ❞
I hope you know what I mean when I say I’m sorry you’re here, but I’m glad you’re with me. ❞
You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you. ❞
But isn’t that what love is? Ownership? 'I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,’ as the Song of Songs goes. ❞
Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes. ❞
Every time you almost die, I almost die myself. ❞
You’re not going. If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going. ❞
You were just upset about being left behind, like a child, and you had a tantrum. And now we’re here. Lost. ❞
Go ahead and do whatever you want, regardless of who it hurts. You always do anyway, don’t you? ❞
You could at least pretend you were glad to see me. Even a little bit. ❞
I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish. ❞
I know how you think you feel about me. You don’t, though. You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. ❞ And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse. ❞
I felt like you were someone I’d always been waiting for. I saw you feel it too. Don’t tell me you didn’t. ❞
You think you only want me because you’re evil, not human. You just want something else you can hate yourself for. I won’t let you use me to prove to yourself how worthless you are. ❞
I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ❞
Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you’re not allowed to be mad. ❞
I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ❞
I always figure it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in these sorts of situations. ❞
I want them to writhe and die on the ground. They deserve shame before they get oblivion. ❞
So now what? You’re going to kill me while I’m tied up? Does the thought of fighting me scare you that much?
You keep passing out on me. It’s extremely tedious. ❞
But I thought of you—I saw you there, clearly, as if you were standing in front of me, watching me, and I knew I wanted to live, wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything, if only so that I could see your face one more time. ❞
I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown. ❞
Oh, good. You’re starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That’s not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. ❞
Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good. ❞
It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense. ❞
You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. ❞
You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not? ❞
Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time. ❞
You villains and your creepy eugenics programs are starting to bore me. ❞
Killing them is the most merciful thing you can do. ❞
I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want. ❞
I don’t know why I had to fall in love with someone who’s more stubborn than I am. ❞
God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken. ❞
Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ❞
Let me break it down for you. I’m young. I’m pretty. And I’m willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want. ❞
You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart. Don’t tell me any differently. ❞
Viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ❞
I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings, so full of possibilities. ❞
Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. ❞
Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same. ❞
We are so much lovelier when we fall. ❞
You are mine. You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. ❞
Mercy is a condition of your agreement. ❞
The things you’ve done are too terrible to ever be forgiven, and you don’t even know they’re terrible. I will never forgive you. I will never love you. ❞
You lie when you tell me you’ll never love me. ❞
I’ve given you your chance to come willingly now. I’ve paid in blood and inconvenience to have you with me by your own choice. But I will take you unwilling, just the same. ❞
I only have two reactions to bad news - uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred. ❞
This better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas? ❞
The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us. ❞
I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.’ ❞
It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality. ❞
You must love me. I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you. ❞
I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. ❞
There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you. ❞
I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t. ❞
It doesn’t matter if I hurt you because you belong to me. I can do what I want with you. ❞
I don’t want other people touching you or owning you or hurting you. I want you to be around, to admire me and to see what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. ❞
You have a dark heart in you, and it is a darkness we share. ❞
When I am all there is in your world, when I am all that is left, you will love me back. ❞
Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief. ❞
Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world. ❞
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. ❞

on new interactions

{{ I am genuinely happy this blog is fast nearing another milestone, and there are lots of new people with their unique interpretations on their muses wanted to interact with my derpking. 

However, to keep things manageable, I am no longer accepting new plots and threads as of this time, 01/18/2017, primarily because my month-long furlough at work will end in two weeks, and court hearings and trials resume by February. 

I am sorry to all the new and old followers I have had to turn down.

But fret not! My ask is always open, and if we cannot thread, you can send me all the asks you want, and though activity may slow down soon, I try to get to everything owed by the weekend, or if I have some break during the weekdays.

Thank you and enjoy your stay on this blog!

xoxo,
dei and Noct

Vampires using/wearing things that have ironic expressions on them are my favourite thing. But, also, Slayers doing the same thing is a million times better. 

I’d love to see Faith  in a shredded up shirt that reads ‘Bite Me’ across it in a bold font or Buffy actually wearing a shirt that says, “I’m the Slayer, ask me how.”

Even though he’s not officially a Slayer, I’d like to see Xander in a ‘Can’t Sleep, the clowns will eat me’ shirt, but only because I used to have one.

|| Yes I am online, but I wont be roleplaying. I have no muse for doffy at this moment in time. Ive lost muse because i feel overwhelmed with the amount of people wanting replies from me. I know its horrible for me to leave it but its giving me anxiety. I will get to them soon though, i do promise that. I just– I dont know. im fucked up.

 Ive just been hanging about on twitter being a little bitch. Not even rping. Just being a dick. Lmao. I should be on soon though so heads up, you will be getting me back. sorry about that. 

anonymous asked:

I want to make a malachite RP blog but I'm scared the fandom will hate me and no one will want to RP with me

[ Anon I won’t pretend that isn’t a possibility because fandoms are batshit and love looking for things to bicker about, esp with characters who are evil or have made mistakes (see: my muse), but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to write about a character you find interesting. Yes, that includes villains and characters who have been problematic.

Malachite and everything to do with her is absolutely fascinating from the perspective of a writer who is interested in decoding her. We never got to see much of Malachite’s individual personhood and I think that’s a really interesting subject to dive into because she IS so unstable. She as an individual is probably suffering and dealing with a lot of stress from the cyclical nature of how her halves relate. She could be a lot of fun to write about in a holistic way. Where I would personally struggle is thinking of things for her to be doing aside from brooding in the ocean and yelling at boats.

What you’ll most have to be careful of is making sure your portrayal is respectful of people who have had the kind of experience Malachite represents, but ultimately your portrayal is yours. If you wanna have some crazy non canon AU Malachite that’s totally your business and somebody out there will probably like it. Of course the fandom will always be the fandom but as far as I’m concerned you can write whatever you want.

Also maybe touch the post if you’d RP with a malachite? ]

alittleflowertoldme  asked:

(I tried to send this before but I don't think it did) ♤ for bab Sans and smaller bab Pap and ❤ except actual heart symbol for it

Tell Me Honestly // Selectively Accepting

♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.

Dad had to teach him how to hold it. Sans had never seen a baby before. It didn’t look much different from a bundle of blankets, surprisingly heavy for such a small thing and faintly warm. Dad hovered over him for the first few moments, offering quiet instructions,

                           [ ‘you have to support his head, right. just like that. make sure you use both hands to hold him”. ]

                                       until, seemingly satisfied, his father backed away leaving Sans to awkwardly hold the bundle that was a little too large for his too small hands. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He looked up at Dad for guidance, but his father was wearing an unreadable look, limbs pinched in and hands interlocked, his eyes bright and almost shining.

“well? say hello.” Dad said. He smiled softly. “how do you like your new brother?”

Sans didn’t respond. The question was already on his tongue, 

                                                                    [’whats a brother?”

                                                                                       until he looked down and jolted in surprise. There was a little face peeking out of the blankets! Smooth, white bone and the tiniest hint of a nose, and wide, round little sockets fluttering open. The bundle gave the quietest of coos and Sans nearly jolted as it started to squirm in his hands, making fussy noises. 

               [He was suddenly intensely afraid, dad said to be careful, he said baby’s were delicate, he didn’t have a good enough grip, what if he dropped it, why was it making that sound, what if he upset it, what if he hurt it,]

“daddddy-” Sans started to whine. He looked up for his father to save him when something bopped against his teeth. The fussing turned into soft gurgles and Sans looked down at the tiny hand, joined by a second to explore the edges of jaw. The bundle continued to make that gurgling sound and it took Sans a while to recognize that it was laughing. He smiled. The little fingers caught on the edge of it and the gurgling turning into a delighted little “NYEH” that made Sans whole soul light up.

                                    [Warmth flooded through him, filling him head to toe. It was overwhelming. Overflowing. He didn’t know what the feeling was but it was similar to the kind that took hold of him whenever Dad tucked him in and kissed him good night, the same kind of feeling he got when he was hugged and praised and loved.]

                                                    “i think he likes me,” Sans said with soft wonder. He beamed down at the little face, giggling under his breath. “hiiii. i’m your brother. i’m sans” 

      [Love. That was it.]

            [That feeling was love. Sans knew he was going to love his new brother forever.]

♥ - Something they like about your muse.

There are a lot of things Sans loves about his brother. He loves Pap’s kind, caring nature. He loves Pap’s optimism. His confidence. The way he never gives up. The way he believes in the best of people. He knows Papyrus isn’t perfect, but to Sans, he embodies the best that the world has to offer. There’s not a single day that doesn’t go by where Sans doesn’t wonder what the heck he did to deserve such an amazing brother.

                    i’m sorry. are we currently residing in mexico?  where the water is flooded with aids    and    diseases floating from african rivers thus being the reason you’re denying my right as an AMERICAN CITIZEN to serve me my very uncomplicated coffee order? i mean, did i transport to a third world country where little ethnic kids are tapping my legs    and    handing me a bottle of BROWN WATER and saying it’s coffee or am i merely in new york city dealing with a  pimple-ridden schlep  who, despite their job being to SATISFY their customer, is doing the exact opposite    and,    instead, asking me questions about my triple, venti, two percent foam, half sweet, non-fat, caramel macchiato at 160 degrees? i mean GOD. ’ 

I’ve followed and have been followed recently by so many talented and amazing writers and stories. I love all of your posts, so much so that I would love to hear more about your characters.

Reblog with a simple (Or complex if you wish) explanation of your character and who/how they are as an individual and re-tag me so I can exalt you and your amazing creation! Astonish me! Let me and everyone know your character (:

(If you wish to inform me in a personal message, I will happily accept those as well! I implore you, don’t be shy! )



Tagging: Everyone! 

whelp, the graphic says it all - my work here is done

but in all honesty – like this post if you’d like to discuss our muses’ potential 
give me a canon-based verse ! a canon-divergent verse ! an alternate fandom verse ! just something specific between our two characters ! give me familial pairings ! deep platonic relationships ! frenemies ! enemies ! someone who watches his pet when he’s off on missions ! someone part of his rebel #skwad ! just something specific between our two characters

a special note on romantic relationships: oak does not do love quickly or easily.  he’s already lost two people who he wanted to love for the rest of his life - as a result, he’s quick to form friendships, but they rarely ( if ever ) go on to be something more intimate.  this does not mean i am opposed to romantically shipping with your character ! it just means that this kind of ship will have to be THOROUGHLY discussed, or developed through multiple threads to see how chemistry works.

like this and i’ll hope into your ims !

So i wanna get some of my drafts done but i don’t have all my icons yet. So please like this if i can answer with NO icon till everyones are done. Obviously this will not stop you using one as its only till i get everyone finished. It’s just a little reassurance for me obviously as i have muse but no icons lmao