#open to interact

[saphire-makesart]

When you keep trying to write your fics but your stupid brain can’t keep the mood and tone and characterisation consistent or your fingers won’t cooperate and you know for a fact you won’t be able to draw haha

+Weird viktor drawing I did today ???

Anyway

I’ve never done one shots or character role play on here but if anyone wants I can fuckin try I’m open to interaction .

If you want me to write as a character I can do arcane or my ocs or maybe like.. she-ra.. I don’t know lmao, I bet no one will even ask but oh well might as well try

[lola-collins]

“I just kinda wish something would happen.”

Lola knew she would regret muttering those words… But hey, what else can she do? She was BORED out of her skull in the hospital.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

Lil Lucid yawns, his big blue eyes refusing to stay open any longer. Baby hands bundle into fists, rubbing one against his face sleepily before suckling upon the thumb. Lane on his belly, the cherubs downy soft wings fold against his back. He begins to drift off to sleep.

[brokendreamscreation]

Lucid’s just gonna lay on the floor, wings splayed, hands clasped together resting on his midsection, sky blues staring skyward.

[hangthehierophant]

Idk I’m having a hard time accepting that I might actually have ADHD symptoms bc, like,

With my depression, feeling empty and like a void is Obviously a Broken Thing

With my anxiety, feeling like death is just around the corner and panic attacks are Obviously Inconvenient

I guess I don’t really believe I am attention deficient?? bc I’ve spent my whole life making sure I am Paying Attention the Right Way? And I’ve gotten good at it?

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

💣💣💣💣 Totally not me wanting to see Neo lose his shit/lh

“….I suddenly have the urge to SLAUGHTER all inferior lifeforms.”

And off he goes to do just that, it doesnt take long for the old programming of a killer robot to kick in and send the massive bio-data using overlord out onto the city. Congrats.

[biomechanical-quinn]

i'll be your valentine <3

Quinn's tail stills, an unnatural state for someone as constantly in-motion as them. A firm, chilling glare takes over their facial features.

In an attempt to seem at least slightly reasonable, they respond as calmly as they can, "First? I'd like to know who the hell is speaking to me. Second? I'm picky, I'm critical to the point of being judgmental, I'm entitled, demanding, I'm mean. You have no good reason to want to be involved with me like that at all."

Maybe insecurity is rearing its' ugly head, maybe it's the honest truth. Given how self-aware Quinn is, it's hard to tell which it is.

[silverwingborn-moved]

“NOBODY WARNED ME THE NATIVE HELL SPOODERS ARE BIGGER THAN EARTHS!!”

Silver has climbed atop the bookshelf, wings fully flared and at max ruffle.

[aucronix]

He's seated on what he believes to be a secluded bench in the Crossroads, staring at the ground with his hood up...

[themultifandommuser]

The Lone Courier

The Lone Courier, from Fallout 3 and New Vegas. Character inspired by Tale of Two Wastelands. Played as bisexual, transmasc, Independent New Vegas ending + Project Purity ending. NSFW allowed.

link Google Doc

[spade-inthe-microwave]

Man... I'm a bit bored.

I haven't had a single delivery today besides the usual mail I send out

[themosthatedbeingg]

He isn’t sure why but something feels off today walking around the pride ring like something is hiding ? He just kinda woke up and is confused .

[lola-collins]

-Open DC RP-

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Lore importance: Extremely important

While she had seemed brave and bold in her conversation with the Hatter, in reality she was the opposite.

Even if her responses seemed like she wasn’t afraid of the man she was talking back to, her hands shook as she typed her responses. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was unsteady.

She was currently hiding in the alleyway behind some random shop in Gotham. Her phone had been discarded as tears ran down her face. In her hands, she held a rusted piece of metal she found in a dumpster.

The Hatter (at least the first one) ‘loved’ her because despite her hair and eyes, her face looked exactly like that of Alice’s. Hair and eyes can be changed, a face cannot. If she didn’t look like Alice anymore… would he leave her alone?

She held the edge of the rusty metal against her face, preparing to do whatever it takes to make sure she was left alone.

What will you do?

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

“WOOHOHOHOOO!!”

Here comes Lucid, sliding down the stairs railing~

[brokendreamscreation]

[Aftermath of M!A Wrath of the Fallen]

Nearly a week has passed since the catastrophe in Pride Ring. Much of the physical wounds have healed, the few lingering abrasions from the holy chains that bound Lucid and God’s Flame that will likely leave a scar above part of his lip. But of the physical damage, the trauma from his halo forcibly shattered and then magically mended left the worst. These days it glowed so much dimmer and gave a low pitched hum, like when air pressure shifts in one’s ear. To many, it seems like the seraph is close to falling all over again and this time not by outside forces.

Maybe he is…

Lucid did not return to his work after being released, the impact of it all mentally and emotionally wounding him beyond capabilities to do so. He does not use his powers, even for minute things. Wings now healed remain closed against his back, the wind beneath them gone to take flight. In place of the wrath that flamed his hues orange and sclera black were once more sky blue, but with a distant, haunted gaze.

In his room Lucid hides away, the lights notably dim and lack of a clear night sky upon the ceiling. Seated in the alcove, the blue seraph has his knees drawn to his chest and hugged as he stares through veiled curtains at the world outside. Half-lidded, puffy eyes give away the tears he’s been shedding, but now it is emotionless and dull. The light and shine of Lucid’s joy appears to have gone out…

[commbowman]

I’ve exhausted all major composers, unsure if this should be an accomplishment or worrying.