originally posted on my rp blog

anonymous asked:

So a little birdie told me if I had an itch to scratch (a kastle prompt) you were the person to go to? So here's my shot in the dark. Karen & Frank are caught by some gangster or something and the bad guy is smart hurting Karen to get info outta frank (info frank actually doesn't have)

I’m sorry for the delay, anon! I do have something - I dug up something old and finished it just for you :) It’s more working with the prompt, rather than the direct scene itself - but I hope you still like it!

Frank finds Karen trussed up in the back of a van in Queens.

He doesn’t really remember much about how. There is skin crammed under his fingernails and blood slopped down his front. He is panting, braced somehow against the bumper with a knife in his hand but all he can see, all he remembers, is the expression on her pale, dirty face when he’d pulled open the door.

He hauls himself into the back. His left leg threatens to crumple beneath him, trembling and wobbly and weak as shit but he makes it in and he kneels himself before her, taking the knife to the zip ties.

He tries to go carefully, slow. He doesn’t know what they’ve done to her. He knows it only been a few hours, he knows that they’re dead; he knows that he slaughtered them but he doesn’t know what they’ve done and that thought lodges itself in that thick skull of his, and it scares him more than anything.

He tries to cut the zip ties, but his hands, they just won’t stop shaking.

She’s pushed herself up to meet him. She moves, presses against the knife, and she’s saying something, saying his name, he thinks – but then the ties around her ankles give and he has an armful of warm, alive, Karen Page.

It’s jarring, the sudden, intimate touch. Her head tucks beneath his chin, her arms like steel bands around his chest. He breathes her in, the smell of her shampoo and the dirt and the sweat and when he absorbs that through the haze of his heartbeat and the fear he drops the knife and holds her against him, tight.

“Frank,” he hears her saying, finally, through the storm in his head. “Frank. Frank.”

“You’re okay,” he mumbles, his hands following a pattern down her back. It’s automatic, familiar. He feels her shake in his arms, although whether she’s crying or laughing, he can’t really tell.

Eventually, after a second or a lifetime, she pulls away and tugs him from the van. They half-fall out of it and further into the alley, away from the bodies, her legs wobbly from restricted circulation. As he steadies her he can see the welts left around her wrists, the bruise just visible beneath the sleeve of her blouse. He seems to get stuck again on that, a moment.

There is a rushing sound in his ears. It’s blood, he thinks; it’s familiar, it’s his state of calm, the one that’s carried him through his wars and he needs it now, because this isn’t done, it isn’t close to fucking finished.


She’s asking him another question.

“…are you ok? Are you hurt?”

He looks back at her. She’s moved closer. She’s waiting for a response, he remembers.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” he manages, after a moment. “I’m fine. You, how are you? Did they-?”

“I can handle it.”

He finds himself laughing. She could, yeah, she had a way of dealing with shit even when it scared the hell out of her, when she should be running the other way. He’s fished her out of a van and the evidence of what he’s had to do is all around them and she’s still looking at him, trying to get a hold of his gaze.

She panting, still, and there’s blood blotched on her blouse - from him, he realises, and he’s got blood on her face too. She’s pale and trembling. Christ, she’s still here.

The itch is still there too. It’s growing stronger: it’s not finished, Frank. This is not finished.

He hears a groan from back towards the van. He’d left one of them alive; he’d forgotten that.

“Down the street,” he croaks, forcing the air through his throat. It feels like he hasn’t spoken in a week. She frowns at the non-sequitur, still trying to catch his eye, to read him, but he looks away. He nods down the street. She needs to get out of here. “Red truck, scratch down the left side. Lie low with a friend a while, alright?”

He swipes at his nose, fishing his keys from his pocket, and she doesn’t move.

“Without you?” she laughs, but it’s forced, hoarse, and her mouth tightens after it. “Frank,” she tries again. “It’s over. It’s-”

He cuts through her tumble of words. “Not over. I need – information. I’m going to get it.”

Her eyes flick back towards the van almost unwillingly, and her expression changes, a cycle of emotions that pass too fast to read. “Then I’ll stay until you get it. We’ll bring one of them with us. We’ll go through it together, but Frank-”

I don’t want to lose you again, she doesn’t say, but he hears it anyway.

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. He starts to get it; she needs him now, needs him to be present, but he, he’s got to see this through, he needs to see it through.

“What do you think is going to happen here,” he states, and it’s not a question. She understands what he means. Of course she does. She hardly flinches, though, and he’s not sure if that’s new or not, or if that’s something that’s broken in her, that he helped take apart, all of those months ago in the woods.

Frank.” She says his name again. Without the excuses, the attempted reasoning: simple, honest emotion. “Please.”

He remembers the last time. His little girl, she asked him, she fastened herself to his hand and pulled him towards her room and she didn’t care that she wasn’t twelve anymore, she waved that book in his face and she begged him to come with her.

Regrets and almosts. He almost did it. Lisa almost made it. Karen Page almost didn’t.

He stares at Karen, dumbly, and his words fail him.

“You need to go.” He manages, eventually. He’s repeating himself. He doesn’t know what else to say.

She looks at him another long moment. There’s that multitude of emotion crossing her features – too many for him to read, but maybe something in his voice gets to her because she takes the keys from him with shaking fingers, and then she leaves.

She leaves.

He looks at his hands. He clenches them, watching the way the knuckles stretch the skin, before he fetches the knife and strides back to the alley mouth. He glances back down the street when he reaches it, checking, but Karen is gone from sight already. Good. That’s, good.

Another groan, weaker now. The survivor, half-slumped over the bumper with his hands pressed over his ribs and when Frank turns towards it the groan becomes that little more strained, that little more panicked. Good - he steps forward, he takes it slow, each step calm and precise. The survivor tries to scramble away. It’s one of the ones that had been in the back with her, that had got the knife and not the bullet. Frank feels that chill sink back into place.

The piece of shit was not going to last long. The man’s breathing is already a bit wet; he must’ve nicked his lung earlier, but they didn’t need much time, did they?

Frank’s at the van now and the man slip-slides onto the floor, squeaking as he lands – he has cracked ribs as well, Frank could use that. The man tries to pull a knife and he kicks it away and stomps on his sternum, feeling good when he hears the scream.

He presses his knee into the man’s chest and bends down, close enough to see the whites of his eyes reflected in the knife.

No, he doesn’t need much time at all. 

anonymous asked:

The blog is amazing, and I love all four of you! Can I ask - what do you do for your careers? Do you write or something?

Wow! Uh, well, for me (Raylee).. I don’t write professionally. I actually sell steel. I write for fun, and currently, I am the co-admin of an RP group here on tumblr, if you’re interested in writing with me.

I (Hilary) work at a university library! It’s pretty cool and I do write sometimes in my down time. I was an english major with a writing minor, so writing’s been a hobby for a while! I post the rare fanfic, work on original stories I never quite finish, and am attempting to start an actual legit blog.

Morgan here - I’m actually a 911 dispatcher!  But I did major in writing back in college, so who knows maybe I’ll hit gold some time in the future (I won’t put any money on that, thought).  I currently have quite a few fanfics that are nearly ready to post, and you can check out my ao3 account here!

I (Owl) work at an app company, actually. I’m a product manager, which essentially means I plan new features and boss around developers. I’m pretty good at both of these things, if I do say so myself. I do write occasionally for my job, but most of my HP-related writing can be found on my personal blog.

send me a pairing and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic.
  1. things you said at 1 am
  2. things you said through your teeth
  3. things you said too quietly
  4. things you said over the phone
  5. things you didn’t say at all
  6. things you said under the stars and in the grass
  7. things you said while we were driving
  8. things you said when you were crying
  9. things you said when i was crying
  10. things you said that made me feel like shit
  11. things you said when you were drunk
  12. things you said when you thought i was asleep
  13. things you said at the kitchen table
  14. things you said after you kissed me
  15. things you said with too many miles between us
  16. things you said with no space between us
  17. things you said that i wish you hadn’t
  18. things you said when you were scared
  19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
  20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
  21. things you said when we were on top of the world
  22. things you said after it was over
  23. things you said [make your own]

Original creator of this meme deleted their blog.

Alright it is not very many but these are all the Borderlands related pixel edits including a special one for one of @starrelia ‘s AUs. There where a lot more for the Zer0 edit but they were all pretty much the same. The emojis on their mask just flashed differently for the most part. I hope to make many more of these. They’re fun and look neat.

Edit: Here are the links to the individual edits and yes you can use them if you would like but either credit my art blog here or the rp blog I originally posted them on. Except the pink one. You can’t use that. Only starrelia can use that one.


“Hello, hello my darling little birdies! My name is Alistair! Aren’t you all a little surprised? I’ll be running this little show now!”

“Please don’t shy away from asking me questions! ♥”

Hi! New bendy-fandom ask and rp blog! Got this idea from my beloved boyfriend that I’d gender bend an “alice” and basically kill off original.Bendy and take over the show! His name’s Alistair. Hopefully he’ll fit in fine with the bendy community! If to contact the mod, call me Milo or Haly. Ill be as Haly-Mod. Thank you for your time!

Saltylittleslytherin’s tumblr awards!!!!!!!!

In honor of my birthday being this tuesday, I wanted to do something special for my followers so I decided to do my own tumblr awards!!! You can enter whether you post hp or not, and whether you rp or not. The winners will all get a shoutout from me (message me whenever you want it) and a follow (if I’m not already following you) and a moodboard based on one of their posts. To enter just make sure you’re following my blog and reblog this post (likes for bookmarks only). If this post doesnt get at least 15 notes then we’ll just forget about the whole thing. The categories are:

The Sirius Black award- best sirius black rper

The Remus Lupin award- best remus lupin rper

The Hermione Granger award- best original writing

The Harry Potter award- Best rper

The Luna Lovegood award- friendliest blogger

The Colin Creevey award- best up and coming blog (less than 200 followers, must message me a screenshot of your follower count)

The Ron Weasley award- best oc

The Pansy Parkinson award- best moodboards/edits

The Draco Malfoy award- “saltiest slytherin” award 

The Neville Longbottom award- most loyal follower

Reblog this post to be entered automatically and put what awards you’d like to be considered for in the tags (I’ll consider you for all, but if there’s something special you think would fit then tag it) 

Track #saltylittleslytherin tumblr awards for updates!!!!!!!

thoughts concerning ouat

I’m experiencing very, very mixed feelings about tonight’s finale. It’ll be the end of ONCE as we’ve known it, the end of a lot of stories as they’ve been, the end of the show as it was. Regardless of what happens, regardless of what jumps or changes come about, the show will not (and cannot) be the same. Not without so many of the cast that made it what it was. So either way, it’s a major closing chapter in a lot of ways. A big goodbye and a bigger finale than any season has ever been. It’s a ‘series finale’ in a lot of ways. 

For me, ONCE has always been Emma Swan’s story and the story of her journey. Of her family and her journey towards it, towards finding herself and accepting herself and discovering everything about the true vulnerability in her strength. To opening herself up to love and family and everything. It’s been about Emma Swan and to lose her alone is a blow. That alone is going to drastically change the show, for me, and not just for the reasons of Captain Swan and their story. (Which is a whole other reason for me.) 

So yes, to lose the character of Emma by Jen moving on is a drastic change, though I hope like hell that her ending (or at least whatever place they put her story at) is a good one for the character. They had time to craft it, knowing her contract was coming up, so I hope like hell they did it right–or as right as it could be, under such circumstances. 

Unfortunately, it’s not just the character of Emma Swan the show is losing, and that makes my sadness even greater. To lose so many of the cast as they move on–either by choice or through other creative paths of the show–is upsetting. I don’t know what the show will be come the next season, and that concerns me. I don’t know how it will be. I haven’t really read anything to spoil me, to let me know, so other than “so-and-so is leaving” and “so-and-so is staying” I am in the dark (almost literally) in terms of information. 

I am concerned over this finale coming tonight, because I am concerned over how they are going to end the stories. Is it going to be adequate closure? Is it going to be the ending that works? And if so, why continue at all? Why not just spinoff into something else altogether, rather than continuing a show without such core cast members? 

I will probably continue to watch, more out of curiosity than anything else–at least, that is my plan as of the typing of this post. I cannot promise that I will be an all-consuming obsessive of the show in much the way I have been in the past several years, because so many of the characters I fell so completely in love with, so many of the stories I became so completely invested in, are ‘ending’. 

For a show about hope and happy endings, for a show about love and good things, it sure has brought a lot sadness. The musical episode was a grand highlight for me (and not just because of Captain Swan there, either). It seemed a great episode for so many characters, and a wonderful one for Emma. Accepting happiness, a good one for her journey, for finding her inner strength and love and everything about herself. It was beautiful for so many of them. That episode, to me, was beautiful. 

So yes, this finale has me concerned. The upcoming season has me concerned. The cast members leaving have me concerned. I’m in a very mixed-emotions state of being over ONCE right now, and I don’t honestly know what to feel, and I’ve felt this way over the past several days. I finally figured I needed to get it all off my chest–so here you have my long and rambling post about my thoughts concerning everything. 

Concerning the finale, concerning the cast (and lack of it), concerning the season seven renewal–everything. 

Quick Survey

My fanfiction blog is currently nothing but Undertale.

But would you all mind if I began throwing some of my other fanfiction from other fandoms in with the mix?

This blog will stay only Undertale imagines, as will my rp blog. My original writing will still be my own writing.

But I was just wondering. I do need somewhere to shove all my Gravity Falls and Steven Universe garbage.

Although my first fic of a none Undertale nature will 100% be self-indulgent Villainous garbage because did I mention that I’ve never fallen in love with any show, even a miniseries so fast in my life?

Because it’s true and I have no clue why.

Probably cause I’m a lover of evil characters. Especially dapper ones with no canon, seemingly nonsensical powers, and no motivation other than evil for the fun of it.

anonymous asked:

How would I go about making a muse or a roleplay blog? Is there some kind of masterpost for this stuff? Are there requirements for what a muse can and can not be? I am so confused.

Hi Anon!

I’m sure there is a masterlist of stuff, but I wouldn’t know where to begin looking for one. The simple answer is that there is no ‘wrong’ way to start a roleplay blog because it is your blog. But there are some standard/most common traits of RP blogs that can help.  I am more than happy to give you my thoughts under the cut!

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[ soooo after much careful consideration ( and a little persuasion ) i’ve decided to make my return here by sorta restarting this blog if you will?
basically starting over to what it originally was: an ask blog.
of course that doesn’t mean i won’t be roleplaying through here! BUT before i left i found myself dedicating a lot of time into my posts and basically making it my top priority - so i pretty much burnt myself out.

with that being said, however, i don’t mind doing short threads here and there / maybe continuing the old ones i never replied to before i left ( which i think are almost all smut threads, ~no surprise there~ and that is if said rp partners are still here of course ).

but uh, yeah, anons and such are welcome again! 🙏 ]


DC | “ パラレルワールド ” –– [ PARALLEL WORLDS ] .

鬼 = ‘ oni ’ [ ogre ] .
探偵 = ‘ tantei ’ [ detective ] .

New drawings at last, and a little more of the ‘demon ogre AU’ this time. Originally, these are from a drawing memes I did on one of my rp blogs, but I thought they were cool enough to be posted here, too.

You won’t see anything like this again folks, Aku in a white suit- enjoy you heathens

I’ll remake this at some point, but it was a quick doodle just to mess with a friend because sexy Aku is best Aku. Might do more in the future because he looks good in white.

I originally posted this on my RP blog, so if you’re seeing this for a second time don’t freak out.

Done in photoshop and sketched irl

Note: Aku is ridiculously easy to draw


Here are the Results for the two questions I had asked earlier.

1. Where should I post Jughead’s Novel?

It was a close call but Wattpad won by three votes! So I will be posting “The Mystery of Riverdale” a Novel by Jughead Jones on my Wattpad (@jayde4music) 💕

2. Who should I make a RP blog for?

I originally was going to do a Betty one (as I am Betty in my little Riverdale Family) but everyone started suggested I do Jughead or Cheryl.

I had TONS of votes for this one and Cheryl came home with the crown tonight. Jughead in Second and only 9 votes for Betty.

Now I said I would do a blog for first and second place but as Cheryl won, I will be passing my Jughead one over to @onceuponagladerhead who needed help figuring out what the people wanted to see.

I will give more details on both the book and my Cheryl RP blog when I make them 💕

If you have any suggestions on what I should do with the RP blog or how I should go about the novel, let me know!

Thank you for everyone who voted and I love you xxx

SHIPPING INFO   /  answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.    REPOST. Don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:  -deep breath-  Klaine.  Not even sorry.  They are my original OTP for Glee and they mean a lot to me.  :)  Second runner up is Seblaine!

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:  Pretty much anything you throw at me.  I love slow-burn ships that start out as enemies or friends.  I adore writing ships that feel real with flaws (deep or surface!) and obstacles to overcome.  Angst, fluff and anywhere in between. Quiet nights talking between characters for character and ship growth. Whatever me and my ship partner think of, I’m always going to be game.

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oh, the maid or the mother i’ll be
                                            ( if only the loom and the  t h r e a d  would hold )

[ an indie oc multimuse blog - from the writer of @reodwulf and @unfcrtunatesculs  ]
of age, adult themes, discerning, plot driven & flexible. see info and laws. ]


I caved and made a BNHA oc because I’m trash. 
This is Hotaru Mazaki! She’s the daughter of two pro-heroes with ghostly quirks. (can you tell I have a problem with ghosts) 

Her quirk lets her to manipulate her atoms enough to become ghost like, she can even lower her spirit/soul enough to posses someone - but only 30 mins max.

(I might make an rp blog for her)

Psa: After my return, I have noticed that my dash has kinda died down with activity. Please reblog this post if you are still an ACTIVE Gorillaz roleplay blog, an original character that relates to the Gorillaz, or is interested in interacting with someone in the Gorillaz fandom. All personal accounts disregard this message if you are NOT part of the roleplaying community. That is all. Cheers !