#01. ↣『 ooc 』

[tristese]

oh we posting feel-good animal pics? here’s winnie and her single braincell and the senior dogs she loves to terrorize

[grinsckatzc]

꩜ — Chesha — ꩜

Was ist geschehen? Wo ist er? Wer ist er?

Fragen, die regelmäßig aufploppen wie kleine Blasen in einem Schwefeltümpel. Fragen, die genauso unangenehm stinken. Fragen, die man lieber umgeht; die er lieber umgeht. Denn er kennt die Antworten genau — sie auszusprechen würde ihn bloß wieder zurück befördern, zurück an einen schrecklichen Ort. Einen, der abgebrannt ist. Einen, von dem sie geflüchtet ist.

Chesha sucht sie, findet sie, erscheint ihr. Lebt auf der Straße, ungebunden und frei. Eine bizarre Gestalt, ein sonderbarer Charakter.

own character. mdni! no ooc drama. interactions in english and german, though german is highly preferred. crossover friendly. open for plotting. tw insanity. open for contacts. face: pinkray. blog still under construction.

[eueclid]

charas i am thinking abt adding to my multi below the cut

noctis ffxv

clark kent

kaz brekker

gale dekarios

natasha romanoff

[sig-verse-askblog]

To everyone: Opinions?

›ooc-sorry 4 the late answer >"<

Ducks! What a nice picture :)

→{(most) say that they're cute and thank u for showing them!}

[source-co]

ooc post:

hi!!! wanted to quickly note that ye01s answers to asks may take some time fur me to get round to since motivating myself to draw!!! is hard!!! but feel free to send in asks while hes around and say hi i will get around to them o7

[turpisdeus]

@immortalmuses asked: As she moves to pass him, Peeta reaches out and catches Katniss's hand in his own larger palm. He drops the touch almost immediately, fast enough that she hasn't the chance to pull away from him (again). "You should eat," The boy says by way of explanation, head tipping towards the spread quartered fruit and cured meat. And bread... Always bread, if Peeta has any say in it. Hopeful, the corner of his mouth ticks up in a smile.

Her  gaze  is  sharp  as  she  feels  the  pressure  of  calloused  fingers  and  a  light  hold.  Katniss's  instinct  is  to,  in  fact,  draw  her  hand  back  but  he's  releasing  it  before  she  can.  She  can't  deny,  he  has  grown  intuitive  to  her  nature—disarming  and  unsettling  all  at  once.  She  looks  away  then,  denying  the  flicker  of  warmth  that  stirs  in  her  chest.

Her  instincts  also  tell  her  to  deny  him,  to  find  some  reason  to  distance  herself  from  him.  Verdant  hues  then  lock  into  that  honeyed  gaze  and  catches  that  brief  twitch  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.

Damn  it.

"  Alright.  "  She  acquiesces  quietly  as  she  moves  back  the  way  she  came,  her  hand  knocking  against  his  briefly,  the  touch  making  her  eyes  flutter  but  ignores  it  before  she  pauses  at  the  table.  She  stares  at  the  food  for  a  lingering  moment  then  sinks  into  a  chair.  Admittedly,  she  hasn't  eaten  much  at  all  today—and  that  isn't  helping  anyone.

[redheadarcher]

Before I dive into everything I’ve got here—one thing that crossed my mind while I was rewatching the movie is the fact that Scarlett knew the Avengers Tower back when it was still the original Avengers Tower. She probably lived there for a short period of time. And coming back now, as the New Avengers Tower? Imagine how she'd feel.

[ofskalice]

what do you mean i have to write in order to rp

[tristese]

imagine me actually writing on this blog lmao

[vhenann]

nobody fucking touch me

[weishaupts]

me, seeing a high temp of 30f today: wow so warm

[eueclid]

feeling like it so tagged below are some of my fave blogs. blythe's essential following, if u will. my tumblr experience wouldn't be complete without any of yall so thank you for keeping me sane here <3 ily and all ur characters and all the plots we've developed together. can't wait to go into another year of writing with u guys!

@excalibiur, @satellitewar, @praesparo, @wovetales, @ariamuses, @erebius, @exiler, @folkpoet, @compunctions, @royialty, @poetfilm, @sarastuss, @warbyrds

[ofrataje]

if u don't romance hans i don't trust u

[ask-acvoid-multiplex]

also mod please know i’ve been imagining faker making little puppets of the other voids to answer those asks and it’s been absolutely delightful

it's funny because i was imagining something similar lmao, im glad you liked the event <3

[robotvegan]

IN HONOR OF THE STRIKE FOR PALESTINE, I WILL NOT BE POSTING OR ANSWERING ASKS UNTIL THE 29TH. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING.

[turpisdeus]

❝ Don't worry, we will protect you from her beauty. ❞ // zev to al in the cheekiest way possible

Perhaps  he  had  been  staring.

Even  so,  he  looks  away  as  the  ranger  walks  passed  the  two  of  them,  Promise  trailing  behind  her  for  a  moment  before  she  spots  him  sitting  with  his  meal  in  his  lap.  Amber  hues  lift  to  the  bob  cat  who  shifts  course,  a  slow  smile  winding  across  the  warden's  face  as  the  large  cat  shifts  to  nudge  her  head  beneath  his  elbow  to  get  a  sniff  of  his  food.

"  Hey—  "  Alistair  whines  half-heartedly  as  his  large  hand  moves  to  rest  against  the  large  cat's  head  both  in  affection  and  to  keep  her  from  lapping  at  his  food.  He  watches  as  she  lowers  her  body  until  she  is  all  but  in  his  lap,  her  head  rubbing  against  his  thigh  as  he  settles  back  in.  It  offers  a  nice  distraction  from  his  stolen  glances  toward  his  fellow  warden,  a  fact  that  their  new  assassin  friend  has  become  keenly  aware  of.  For  as  Zevran  moves  to  sit  down  beside  Alistair,  his  own  rations  in  hand  and  gilded  eyes  glancing  from  him  to  the  bob  cat,  then  back  to  Alistair  with  a  wicked  smirk.

❝  Don't  worry,  we  will  protect  you  from  her  beauty.  ❞

Alistair's  expression  grows  deadpan,  gaze  slowly  trailing  away  from  the  pleasant  interaction  to  look  the  elf  in  the  eyes.  He  spots  the  shit  eating  grin  on  his  face,  as  his  eyes  slip  from  him  to  look  at  the  beauty  in  question.  Deep  in  his  mind,  Alistair  knows  Zevran  is  only  trying  to  rile  him  up,  to  get  him  to  slip  or  worse,  make  a  fool  of  himself.  But  he  can't  help  himself  as  he  follows  Zevran's  gaze  to  find  Litriu  not  far  from  them  on  the  other  side  of  the  camp  fire,  tending  to  Whar  who  seemed  to  gotten  caught  in  some  nettles  on  their  way  here.

Her  expression  is  focused,  as  if  she  isn't  being  observed  by  two  men  in  her  company,  as  if  she  isn't  the  topic  of  their  one-sided  conversation.  Alistair  hasn't  spoken  a  word  but  he  looks  long  at  his  companion,  watching  the  way  her  nose  scrunches  as  she  tends  to  her  animal,  or  how  her  auburn  hair  covers  her  face  just  enough  that  he  can't  tell  if  she  notices  or  not.

Knowing  her,  she  already  has.

"  I  don't  need  your  protection.  "  Alistair  finally  chimes  in  as  he  forces  himself  to  look  away  from  her,  focus  once  again  on  his  meal  in  his  lap.  He  can  almost  feel  the  crow's  smirk  on  his  face  without  looking,  working  to  put  food  in  his  mouth  to  avoid  having  to  speak  again.  But  he  did  not  deny  that  her  beauty  had  been  what  was  captivating  him  in  the  first  place.  He  can  hear  the  Antivan  man  start  to  tell  a  story,  one  that  was  likely  meant  to  make  him  blush,  or  even  make  him  lash  out.  After  all,  he  didn't  exactly  have  the  reaction  Zevran  may  have  been  looking  for.  Only  the  image  of  a  love  sick  fool  who  is  easily  goaded  into  silently  admitting  such  a  thing.  It  has  his  chest  tightening  anxiously,  but  the  deep,  resonate  purring  sounds  from  Promise  are  a  comfort  as  Alistair  sneaks  her  a  piece  of  dried  meat.

He  doesn't  notice  as  Litriu  looks  up  from  Whar  to  watch  as  Alistair  feeds  the  large  cat,  watches  as  her  charge  bunts  her  head  against  his  knee.  Steely  hues  soften  ever  so  slightly  as  she  watches  Alistair  laugh,  a  sweet  song  as  the  dimples  in  his  cheeks  deepen  and  his  palm  smooths  down  the  coat  of  the  bob  cat  with  such  gentleness.

Perhaps  beauty  is  in  the  eye  of  the  beholder.