#vc: 009

[adventurermari]

The gay demon in my brain told me to buy Yar’s rising, for those who don’t know, it’s a Metroidvania developed by wayforward and published by Atari. I love how it incorporates gameplay from the original Atari game for the hacking sections, it’s so cool and it really brings me back to the days when I used to play my atari flashback during my adolescence, specifically the times where i'd come back from the pulperia with a ton of snacks under 6 dollars and trying to play games one handed while trying to scarf down the cheetos, doritos, lays, and Pinguiinos (peak chocolate snack), while washing it all down with a can of pepsi, one game I can specifically remember being Fatal run, as I tried my best to balance snacking and trying not to have my car get blown into fucking smithereens. Despite this being a game based off of Yars Revenge, I barely played the game on my flashback, it just didn't really interest me like other games like Fatal Run, Adventure, Space Invaders, frog pond, maze craze, outlaw, and many more. However, the Hacking sections that feature the classic yars revenge gameplay does give me a better appreciation for that game.

Also like, Emi is very pretty and silly and she's an absolute yapper just like me, she feels like the type of character that I feel like people would find really annoying for talking alot and being "too quirky" but I like that about her. Like omg I gotta draw fan art of her so badly, like I really wanna draw her with more tattoos that refrence other atari games all around her body I think it would be really cool.

Also, I wanna look like her so badly, I want my hair color to be like hers, I want to wear an atari shirt like her, like OMG SHE'S SO AWESOME LIKE I HAVE A NEW CHARACTER I REALLY LIKE ALOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[aintashes]

@afterdeaths' damian said: ‘ you've gone silent again. ’

daryl has always been comfortable with long periods of silence. if he doesn't have anything to say, he's not going to be the one to sit there and fill the quiet with his own voice— and he very much dislikes it when people do. but luckily, damian seems to be at least somewhat comfortable with periods of silence, too.

sometimes, anyway. he doesn't know why damian chooses to break through the peaceful hush of their surroundings. maybe it's because he's genuinely curious about what's on daryl's mind. maybe damian is trying to learn his behaviors, like when his quiet moments are because of contentment compared to when they're because of stress. or maybe, he's just less okay with sitting in silence than he lets on.

he spares damian a look, studying his face. the defiant urge to stay silent prickles through daryl's body for a long moment. when he does speak up, though, it's not with anger— it's more curious.

‘ s'that a problem? ’

[un1dentity]

random headcanon generator. this was so fun that i had to do it again i'm sorry </3

001. deacon would succumb to the fog. (deacon vc: like... on far harbor or????)

002. deacon uses the word "dude" like a comma. (HE DOES!!!)

003. deacon sucks at saying tongue twisters. (yeah probably)

004. deacon has a diary that he writes in with a glittery gel pen. (LMAO THIS IS PROBABLY TRUE he hides away in a corner & writes whenever desdemona or dr. carrington are mean)

005. deacon believes in santa. (he loves telling people that if they're not nice they won't get a visit from santa even if no one post-war knows what he means. it's Fun)

006. deacon doesn't say what he wants directly. (he both does & does not at the same time, sometimes you have to read in-between the lines)

007. deacon is a great artist. (hm.. may actually take this as a true headcanon & say he can sketch really well!)

008. deacon is oblivious to any & all romantic interest someone may show him. (actually he's not... he just pretends like he is because it's less trouble. he catches pretty quickly & has (kind of) learned how to pivot the convo away)

009. deacon is great with kids. (ACTUALLY CANON!! there's a line from shaun (if you save him) where he says: deacon's cool, and tough. but then there's another line where he goes: deacon's not really a synth, is he? which implies deacon did the whole "i'm a synth!" thing with him too LMAO

010. deacon desperately needs a hug but refuses to ask for one. (saved the best for last... sighs)

[famefckr]

#FAMEFCKR !! ; an    independent,    private,    and    selective    roleplay    blog    featuring    characters    from    various    forms    of    media,    as    well    as    original    characters.    penned    by    hales,    30,    she/her,    est.  this   blog   features   a   character   from   13   reasons   why.   though   she   has   been   heavily   developed   and   is   played   as   an   original   character,   she   at   times   references   her   friendship   with   hannah   baker.   all   posts   involving   kat   will   be   tagged   with   '13rw   //'.

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current high muse characters: emma carstairs, daisy slade, dominic lynch, mila ramos, bluebell barlow, mia west, stassie allen, bridget von ascheberg, summer hamilton, sloane winthrop, vinessa collins

important: this blog runs about 95% on a queue. some things may be posted immediately, but i usually have at least 3-4 days worth of posts queued.

guidelines:

001. you can call hales, and i’m 21+. i will not interact with anyone under 21 for my own peace of mind.   002. i am mutuals only and only follow people i intend to interact with. if i follow you, i am interested in roleplaying with you. 003. please do not control my character, and i won’t control your character. no godmodding. if you would like to do something or plot something out, PLEASE message me. 004. just ask if you need me to tag something for you, i’m more than happy to. i’ll do my best to tag everything, but i may slip up, so just pop into my dms or inbox and i’ll get it taken care of. 005. i do not own, or claim to own, any of the characters mentioned on this blog. i am simply playing characters that i like. the only thing that i own are my headcanons and my writing. i am not affiliated with any faceclaim featured here or the companies with ownership to the original media. 006. if you get blocked, please do not message me. i reserve the right to curate my online experience and set boundaries. 007. i won't follow anyone who doesn't have a name or age somewhere on their blog. 008. reblog from the source or any other blog, but i am not here to be your personal resource blog for you to cherrypick through. 009. if you wont rp with anyone unless they fill out an interest tracker, this is not the blog for you, because im not filling out a job application to interact. we can either plot with words or you can softblock me but im not filling anything out, and im less inclined if you think you can force me to. 010. i will not rp or interact with first person blogs. this is a major ick and hard limit.

credits:

fruitcake by jessource. psd 405 by vc-resources.

[chrryblsssm]

#CHRRYBLSSSM !! ; an    independent,   ��private,    and    selective    roleplay    blog    featuring    characters    from    various    forms    of    media,    as    well    as    original    characters.    penned    by    hales,    30,    she/her,    est.  this   blog   features   a   character   from   13   reasons   why.   though   she   has   been   heavily   developed   and   is   played   as   an   original   character,   she   at   times   references   her   friendship   with   hannah   baker.   all   posts   involving   kat   will   be   tagged   with   '13rw   //'.

affiliated with: @heartfe1t + @melodyplucked + @sheactress , @lovemaim + @literarist + @lahiey + @halfpyre, @antihcroes / @lessycusee, @shadowbrn , @mult1aes, @shadysleuth (daphne w/ nancy) other blogs: @inspotlight

current high muse characters: emma carstairs, daisy slade, dominic lynch, mila ramos, bluebell barlow, mia west, stassie allen, avery grambs, gigi grayson

important: this blog runs about 95% on a queue. some things may be posted immediately, but i usually have at least 3-4 days worth of posts queued.

guidelines:

001. you can call hales, and i’m 21+. i will not interact with anyone under 21 for my own peace of mind.   002. i am mutuals only and only follow people i intend to interact with. if i follow you, i am interested in roleplaying with you. 003. please do not control my character, and i won’t control your character. no godmodding. if you would like to do something or plot something out, PLEASE message me. 004. just ask if you need me to tag something for you, i’m more than happy to. i’ll do my best to tag everything, but i may slip up, so just pop into my dms or inbox and i’ll get it taken care of. 005. i do not own, or claim to own, any of the characters mentioned on this blog. i am simply playing characters that i like. the only thing that i own are my headcanons and my writing. i am not affiliated with any faceclaim featured here or the companies with ownership to the original media. 006. if you get blocked, please do not message me. i reserve the right to curate my online experience and set boundaries. 007. i won't follow anyone who doesn't have a name or age somewhere on their blog and would prefer you not follow me, either. 008. reblog from the source or any other blog, but i am not here to be your personal resource blog for you to cherrypick through. 009. i will not rp or interact with first person blogs. this is a major ick and hard limit.

credits:

fruitcake by jessource. psd 405 by vc-resources.

[saiakv]

The train station was thrumming with life.

Heads bobbed in every direction, people in a rush shoving past one another to get to the platforms; an organized chaos orchestrated by the announcements bouncing off of cavernous walls. Through violet eyes, they resemble fish making laps in a pond — the swat of their tails creating different currents to keep its flow going. The bakeries baking and the investors investing; the gears oiled in a system that already has every little fish placed in a pond, every little human life placed in a box. He watches them now, in company of a killer whale, wearing a dolphin's enigmatic smirk.

❝ Was it? — ❞ Pause. A sip of espresso that will do so little for the darkness under his eyes; yet heat seeps through the paper into his palm as the liquid stirs. ❝ I'd wager the villagefolk had made shrines from pebbles in their backyards. Superstition lays a fine breeding ground for curses — urgh. They hadn't cleaned out the machine properly. ❞ Full lips smack away the putrid aftertaste, the cup lifted to speculate on the coffee shop's name as though making a mental note to avoid it. Simple, mundane things. The stitch has long seeped under the skin and now a coarse thumb rubs the spot between his eyes, wrinkles the skin under a healed scar. Albeit not having lifted a finger back there ( he is but a detainee, after all ) their visage rivals one another for fatigue depicted, be it in the form of over three decades guarding graves or a thousand years digging them.

❝ Though I can't blame them for being simple. That would be pointless. ❞ A complimentary mumble, eyes rolling. There's an obvious distaste when speaking of non-sorcerers saved; effortlessly in line with the character. And what a blurry line that becomes, with time. Another train passes and their time to board is nay; the coffee cup crumbles under calloused fingers and that same hand digs in the spacious pocket of a modernized hakama ( a very Taisho sort of thing ) He takes a moment to inspect the board announcing departures, to measure the distance between where they each stand; to rub his temples and blow the dust off of memories picked up like treasured keepsakes — memories of another life stolen and added to the collection of their own. And just as smoothly as this intruder had glided into the pond, swimming under the shadow of the very same beast that is tasked with guarding the fish, do his lips part — and rattle the waters. With compassion.

❝ You should get some rest, Satoru. You're not a machine —❞

[ ... ]

The voice, the tone, the gaze; it's perfectly preserved throughout the passage of time. Suguru Geto's visage has not aged a day older than twenty-seven years and ten months; yet the voice that comes up his throat rings as a regurgitated curse pulled from the depths of time. It is not gentle, it is not kind. But few knew the man himself well enough to see past those facades into his darker nuances; few, apart from Gojo Satoru who had the exclusive taste of tasting his proverbial knife first. And there's something very intimate about a nasty stab wound like that -- the closeness, the weight of the blade ripping through skin. Geto had been the one who plunged that dagger between the Six Eyes' ribs. Kenjaku merely found it there, handle sticking out in the space where a heart would be; and with uncanny grace they grab it — and twist.

❝ What — are you flustered? ❞ Head cants with a playful smirk. With brazen insolence, his shoulder bumps into the other's. Chin heaves over the turtleneck, the smirk lingers — curling with mischief as it would when those lips belonged to a faux-prudent accomplice. ❝ Since when did you become so dutifully boring ? Doing your paperwork and whatnot — I thought that's what your window is for. ❞ Speaking as though they have known each other forever comes effortlessly; because they have. Though, in their true form, Kenjaku is less of a dolphin swimming beside this deep sea monster; and rather, the barnacle riding on it. An odd symbiosis that has allowed them to penetrate his defences — while his co-conspirators are ruffling the waters somewhere else.

Even though he is supposed to be under surveillance, he still has access to that burner phone -- to a calendar. And today marks an important day; one of those that would require all six eyes averted. Which is precisely what this distraction is about; among other things.

Gojo goes on to whine about his back as though the world's weight has left him stunted and a melancholic laugh escapes Suguru Geto's lips. Like Atlas and a sumi-e Sisyphus, they watch the clock turn a minute to the right — the train to another late night typing up reports in the quietude of a luxury hotel bar is about to arrive. 'Geto' turns abruptly, with a gleam to his gaze; they do not exactly succeed in mirroring the paradox of eyes in the color of a bruise beaming so tender, yet there's something about the sharpness in it that Kenjaku knows will throw bait for his companion nonetheless.

❝ Hey. Old man. ❞ His hand is stil warm from the cup when it reaches for a slender, pale wrist, and finds purchase on the space right above his coat sleeve button. ❝ Let's go to Nara, instead. Take a few days off. We'll grab a bite on the train and book the first room that catches our eye — and tomorrow we will go for a long walk in nature, take pictures with the deer. What do you say? ❞ He expects hesitance; so he takes a step closer in that forbidden space. The soft buzz of Limitless feels rejuvenating against Geto's dreadfully stagnant aura — the accumulation of curses, an anchor to the gut. Exploiting that opening carved by the element of surprise, Kenjaku is quick to add a saccharine smile and sweeten the deal even more.

Because he knows — he knows this will unearth all the questions they have been mutually pretending to ignore in this cold war. Ah, how invigorating it feels; to play with fire.

❝ If you leave with me now, I will play 'twenty questions' with you on the train. With a binding vow for truthful answers. ❞

[dekaythepunk]

I want to ask if you can do a tutorial how to do this style or edit in gimp? (.)deviantart(.)com/jillianriley/art/214-928471037, (.)deviantart(.)com/vc-resources/art/V-C-GRAPHIC-TEMPLATE-009-WITH-COLOURING-PSD-782947575, deviantart(.)com/jillianriley/art/178-909681777

Okay.

[themadvigilantist]

V’s Missing/Forgotten Regenerations

| 005 | 006 | 007 | 008 | 009 | 010 | 011 | 0 |

[hellguarded-a]

≥  @corrchoigilt​  HAS SENT AN  UNPROMPTED  MESSAGE_

“How do you feel about civilian casualties?” An innocent question with an innocent expression. If they sounded appalled or even angry about it he could easily play off a similar reaction. But if they didn’t seem to mind, it would certainly make this mission a lot easier-

     “ negatively, ”     answer was prompt and curt, drumming claws along his jaw as he narrowed his hues and glanced in caster’s direction.  the man was...  hard to read, to say the least, but the sole existence of such a query being put into the air?  had the hound vigilant.     “ surely you’ll agree that we shouldn’t do any more damage than absolutely  neccessary? ”     he wasn’t as foolish as to believe that  anything  could be done without any collateral damage at all...  but if they could avoid it?  it should be in their best interest that they did.

[volkaenic]

@hemocaedus​ --- oh shit

Self preservation was a hell of a thing. Everything in her was telling her to run, to flee. Yet Cole’s feet stayed firmly planted, sharp eyes glaring into the creature approaching her. A Red Riding Hood reference seemed too cliche. 

As a warning, Colette’s palms burst into flames. They licked up her arms like shaky tendrils, but remained constant. “Touch me and I’ll burn you to a crisp. Got it, Smiles?” 

She could use some work on her nicknames. They did, however, refer to it as a redeeming quality. Perhaps it was fitting.

[heroicalling-a]

@unsighty​ said: ❛  i  noticed  you  .  how  could  i  not  ?  ❜

“ i’ve always been told i don’t stand out,” he counters, although memory serves him many, many times now where he did. sometimes more than he wish he did. how could he be memorable to someone so incredible when he was so plain? so boring, so... unimpressive. he could understand specifically if the other refers to after the sports festival - after he permanently crushes his fingers and scars his hands in his effort to breakthrough, in his desperation to uplift his burdens even if just for a fraction of a moment. even if it cost him the victory he craved, the victory he hadn’t earned. yet. “ i’m, um... kind of surprised to hear that, but i guess my quirk stands out a little? but that’s about it...”

[kxrei]

@soughtluck​ / Isola Event: Proxy

                             He-llo, stars! I thought of something that might                                    make for some interesting research…?

      words that echo throughout his mind like an old memory come back again. this city       was an enigma to him and even a month in has left him with more questions than       answers. who built this city and where it was located was unknown to him, but the       why at this point seemed to have become clear as day to him.

                          this city was built to serve as an experiment                                   it is a cage and we the lab mice                              though for what reason is still unknown

      he does not know why he was not affected by whatever the wave was, but the more       he explored the city the odder the situation had become. panic set in with many of       those he saw, others seemingly younger with tempers that differed from normal. he       is calm and collected, for he could be nothing else to analyse the anomaly which has       struck this city, but observing would accomplish little in the end. time and time again       he was asked by others where they were and why but all he could do is tell them       where. having seen enough he would finally approach one that looked just as confused       as the others, if not more.

            ‘ my child, what do you last remember? ’

                            how often would such a thing as this be an occurrence?                                   i am not affected now, but would i be next time?                                      this city is far too dangerous to be left alone

[crispyblonde-arch]

@ofdivinegrace​ liked for a heaven verse starter 

             ❝ i’m trying to enjoy my heaven. who are you? ❞

[as-sarang]

—-❛  Ah, aquela 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒂 ali no canto é a Sarang, pode pedir a matéria que você perdeu pra ela, as roupas largas são só uma 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐚 , ou 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙤. ela na verdade 𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖 tira nota boa, mas não abusa, ela não é muito do tipo de jogar conversa fora, bom, a não ser se você for no estacionamento daquela loja de conveniência, ela as vezes está la com os amigos.  * ◝   ✦ ›

        Sarang é a definição de garota indie no colegial. Aproveitando o de melhor do novo álbum do Neighborhood, e as roupas largas do The Smiths, a garota viveu seu colegial na dela, ora primeiramente não buscava gloria ou a popularidade, se isso existisse. A menina apenas queria que o dia acabasse logo, já que após a escola ia direto para o trabalho de garçonete e de la, cuidar da avó em casa, reservando as madrugadas para o estudo. Por isso mesmo não era difícil observar suas olheiras a quilômetros de distancia, mesmo nos risos raros que compartilhava com um seleto grupo de amigos. 

       Não passou muito tempo a receber elogios dos professores, rara alma entre a turma B, eles pensavam, esforçada. As oportunidades acadêmicas caiam no colo da morena, que bem, abraçou com toda a força do mundo. 

    Totalmente soft, a garota não media forças em ajudar terceiros pelo colégio,era o que verdadeiramente gostava, apesar de raramente criar laços, a morena podia ser vista por ai dividindo anotações, ou localizando alunos novos.    

[erudorago]

 @tzarov

“Ah,no, don’t worry. I’m fine, really.”

 Crouched and knelt on her heels, the petite pirate tended to a small budding fire. The Mistwood was truly vast!  Another whole day of traveling!  The woman was hardly bothered as she got to bring on some fun gear for the trip!  Much easier than trying to find it out in the wild! Her pack and blanket were behind her. “ I still have some meat from the other day. You needn’t hunt for my sake.”  Drake chuckled and waved her stick. Ivan’s offer reminded her of cat thinking she didn’t know how to hunt or properly eat.  “That first boar was quite the trophy. Shame I couldn’t keep the head. ”

[themadvigilantist]

v’s missing regenerations that are never brought up by them that were lost while being examined and tortured by the underground medical organization the white facility

vc: amaranthine ramón navarro [arrives on earth, seen as a child later]

vc: 000 lakeith stanfield

vc: 001 park si-eun

vc: 002 khary payton

vc: 003 lucien laviscount

vc: 004 dulé hill

vc: 005 daniel sunjata

vc: 006 ariadna gil

vc: 007 aitana sánchez-gijón

vc: 008 pilar lópez de ayala

vc: 009 elspet gray

vc: 010 amy manson

vc: 011 neve campbell [success of getting new cycle, plan in motion]

vc: 0 nicole fugere [start of new cycle five months before vc: 1]

vc: 1 isabelle fuhrman