#██ ● ❞ InCharacter ❞ (ASKS)

[conigliettadolce-blog]

whats ur opinon of peppino???

Pep... Nice boss overall, haven't talked to him outside of work. Just has some stuff to work out. Was willing to keep me as an employee after some... stuff. Nice guy & underappreciated.

[biskael]

i raised my hand as if asking permission to speak, but spoke without waiting "Do you have any favourite shape?"

" A FAVOURITE SHAPE ? Now , that's a rather ... silly question , isn't it ? even .... childish , one might say ... " he contemplates this a moment , slender hand on his sharp jaw . he thinks the idea of entertaining this for too long would be a waste of his time . not that it would hurt anyone , really .

the sternritter gives a brief shrug . " squares , rectangles . strong, reliant, dependable , orderly . oftentimes , the shape of a cage . an obvious answer is also the star . something that reminds me of His Majesty and my people ... "

" there . those answers should suffice . i've humored this little game long enough . now , off with you . "

@7-tek

[ittybittybumblebee]

Steve as a smoothie and Cesare drinking it 👀

s-STEVEn you have made yoursel a beverage.. ?! for me. steve . steven i dont wanna drink your TRICKY juice you must have some tricks in there i bet if i DUMPED you out of that cheap plastic cup. if i dumped you out there would be tricky chunks o clown ALL over the freakglobe spanning this SINGULAR musty dirt patch of . that im standing on Right now .

[theevilalterego]

“Oh, I can’t proceed with this day bored out of my damned mind.

So, take it up on yourself to bother me with questions…

…Or not. I do not care. — As long as it benefits me, and my need to subtract the absence of entertainment, then I perhaps shall.”

[brutalage]

"So you've lived like-- thousands of years and conquered countless kingdoms, blah blah blah. But I'm pretty sure I can be the most annoying meal you've had in centuries." What good was it facing off against a villain if he didn't toss out a barb or two? The Flash was nothing if not quippy. He'd been sitting on a joke and was desperate to make it.

"I've looked you up. Gotta say-- you've toppled your share of empires. It's pretty impressive-- you could even say it's--" And then he zipped closer, still out of arm's reach. The guy was threatening-- but he wasn't speedster fast. "So easy a caveman could do it."

" OHHH . YOU THINK YOU'RE ... FUNNY , DON'T YOU ------ ? something familiar in the chaos of your life . that , perhaps , your little jests provide you some sort of comfort . an ease to the tension ... hm . speedsters . always running towards something , yes ? or even , away ...

you mock me as you would do the same to any other villain of the week , i suppose . my imprudent , little wallace . always willing to banter with his foes , no matter how much they wish to break him . " VANDAL DOES NOT RAISE A HAND . he was long out of his reach , and far too quick . not that that was any real concern of his . his rage is a finely-controlled simmer . getting angry would only have been a waste of his time . and he would have far more opportune times , should everything go as planned .

he had dreamed of his blood . had desired it in his chalices of gold : what does the blood of a speedster taste like ? and whatever could it bestow upon someone like him ? never once had vandal truly tasted it , and that caused him to seethe deeper than any foolish jape could . his teeth clack briefly together in his mouth in a hungry grin . wanting his veins between them .

" will you be laughing , then , as I skin you alive ? is there any humor to be found at my feast upon your innards ? drinking the marrow of your bones , savoring it with your blood ? I would so very much like to find out , wallace . "

@nerdynanny ( for wally . )

[bbsundae]

48 for M, Tegan, and M

48. whats a talent that you have?

"Dude said my name twice. @sp1ffytegan , we got another one.

I ain't got any natural talents when I think about it."

[ragnarot]

you kill what you love, Jack, but it stays dead aside from that immortal alchemist lady. how is it possible to still love her when she will never remain gone for good? if you cannot kill her for good, does that really mean you love her? maybe your love is just fake.

CAREFULLY , WITH GRACE , his cup is placed upon the saucer . soundlessly . he isn't shaking . his breathing , steady . now , he isn't made of knives . his own murderous intent , gently , lovingly strangled , and left to quietly breathe , for only a moment . not upset . not crying . it was all he could do to handle such ... accusations .

he had believed he loved her . and why shouldn't he believe otherwise ? when she was beautiful , kind , curious and strange . unfettered in her own thoughts . willing to try almost anything ------ anything , for her works . it was why she'd caught his eye , to even begin with . a common understanding of passion .

and it was why he'd wanted her . craved her neck twisting beneath his fingers , in that evening fog . her pulse , dreading against his flesh . the crimson scent of blood on his tongue . kissing her . kissing , kissing , his mouth bruising hers ... stealing more from her . crushing her very life . she was the most beautiful, then . pristine lashes fluttering , open , then shut . again . fighting . heels clicking atop cobblestones , struggling . gasping . painted red mouth , wide . his pale skin , smeared in her blood , her lipstick . kissing too much . and wanting it again .

" you look so beautiful right now ! " breathless , but not so much as she , he laughs against her swollen mouth . " so beautiful , madam ... i could ... ah ... i could ------ i could ki ------ ah ... i could ... aaaah ... " a hand loosens . reaches for something else , lower . and it's cold , colder than the night air , and it pierces the shared warmth between them . a dull pain twitches in his phantom's eye . aflame and alight , qistina's body shimmers . she was glowing their entire outing , but now , she is gleaming . a beacon throughout london , if only to him . happy . the woman is ... happy . calm , even . wanting to know his words . wanting to know so much . my qistina . ever so curious . even as he hurts her . her throat , his hand . her smile .

it isn't enough . and he knows that it never will be . " i love you , qistina ...ahhh ... i think ... i think i am in love with you . "

so beautiful . cut . so beautiful . stab . so beautiful . slice . the last thing qistina hears is his aching voice , rasping in the shell of her ear . he paints her as red as her mouth . his joy , painful . it slashes , and it stings . his happiness tastes like metal . one hand squeezes . the other works . weaving its frigid steel in and out of her flesh . she falls , her dress a crumpled , wilted flower . stradling her in death . not in pleasure on a bed , but in a dirtied , filthy alleyway . driving a knife into her chest . her stomach . her neck . anything he could puncture , could slash , could tear into . the delicateness of her flesh met his knife , over & over . her splattered blood , a final , hot , violent kiss . it's kissing . we're kissing .

" i love you so much . " he smiles .

her blood is his second coat , and he refuses to take it off . qistina lay lifeless , mutilated , bruised . alone . jack stands near the alley's open mouth , staring into the night's rolling fog . excited . he's still excited . fingers twitching , shaking . he knew he had to calm down somehow . on the walk home , perhaps . when he gets back to the brothel , he'll pluck his favorite book off of the shelf , read by candlelight until dreams invite him .

not a single step is taken until ... something catches his eye again . a golden , glinting light . from behind him . its physical , destroying the gloom & the shadows within the alley . it's her .

" ... really , jack ? " a woman's voice calls , lovingly , after him . breathless . wanting . hoping . " is it true ? do you really love me ? because i ... i love you , too ! "

the man gathers his hands together , wonderfully warm . " well , little mask , it isn't really that simple , i'm afraid , " a memory he recalled of with fondness . how surprised he was when she rose back from her bloodied grave . looking upon her in disbelief , her wounds ... closing . her bruises , freshly replaced by plump , supple skin . no one he'd killed before had ever ... returned . truly , she was as marvelous as he'd thought . in more ways than he'd realized . the woman flung her arms around him gleefully , pressed his head to her ample bosom , and laughed heartily . then , she kissed him again , again . took him home . washed him up . you're still soaked in my blood , dear . look at you .

he leans back in his chair , pondering . " why would i measure my love in who remains dead & who doesn't ? my killing is my killing ------ my art . my gift . i do not kill to lessen this world of people , you know . and i would love anyone else the same as i loved them prior , should they somehow return , just as qistina had .

is it not some miracle of god that she can resurrect ? that i could dismember her body , and she would still recite sonnets with me within an afternoon's time ? how could i not be enamored with such a person ? and why , oh why , would you deem such affections ... as false ? or lesser , because of that alone ? i kill for the beauty i can create . i kill for joy , for love , little mask .

there is no other reason . "

anonymous asks . ( for @deathleads )

[piningpercussionist]

why don’t u ask your discord server people for one to be stepehen?

It's come up before! But if no one feels like they could do him well, or run him on top of other blogs they may have, then that's simply the way it is.

Ehhh besides, it'd be fun for there to be more people in the scope of this maybe, I think. Idk. I'm enjoying getting to see other people's love of the media; more people to theoretically engage with is just appealing to me I guess.

[glassesandmustaches]

Bea hugs Marbles,sighing a bit"hey,you seemed like you needed a hug,.."

”E-er-“ Marbles is surprised at first by the embrace, before awkwardly accepting and returning the hug. Yes that’s a red tint on his cheeks. “What a kind young lady?” Can’t say he isn’t a bit confused though.

[qtubbo]

I really don’t understand the amount of discourse surrounding the polls. People are mad about something that hasn’t even happened yet. I mainly watch Tubbo and I disagree with his pick, but I think even if you don’t watch him it should be obvious that he’s blinded by his love for create and trains and hasn’t thought about or doesn’t know about the downsides yet and that’s honestly very in character. Also if any choice is really as bad as fans are making it out to be it would almost certainly be overturned or made into a plot point pretty quickly. 

The same thing happened on a smaller scale when Tubbo came up with the shopping district the other day. I get that if you’re not a Tubbo viewer you might not realize that he’s mostly being silly with it, but you should still be able to recognize that a single player isn’t going to be able to force a whole new system on the rest of the server against their will.

And just in general characters are going to make bad decisions sometimes. That’s what drives plot and creates tension or conflict. It’s not that serious. Let them roleplay and have fun.

I think a lot of people have taken tubbo’s ability to do create as a sign that he’s more serious with his plans, when he’s just not. He acts a lot more similarly to foolish then anyone else. Most of his plans are one off bits for fun, not serious plans made to change everything for ever. The most waystone abolishing would have lead to is a day were everyone has to run their way to president forever to complain, and then it’d get overturned. “And just in general characters are going to make bad decisions sometimes” <— let them be stupid, let people have ridiculous ideas, or let them do whats the best for their character regardless of if its the best decision

[betweenlands]

Hi bestie sorry to invade your inbox but I watched the monologue ok you’re dragging me in slowly but surely however that’s not what I’m here to say I’m here to say I have a THEORY or something of the sort

The thing about Viking is that he was here before. Before everything that ever happened on dominion, just chillin for a bit while they couldn’t see him. He knows he was powerful, before. He doesn’t know how long before is.

The thing about power, Solar, is that it diminishes with time. He knows the ways of hard work and resource management, yes, but does he know real power? He could’ve been king of old dominion as far as anyone cares, but does that make him powerful now? He gets his memories back, and what? He knows the old ways, and that’s strong, yes, but he has been so focused on the past that he does not know the present, and he will not know the future. He knows the old. He will never know the new.

Or something idk

...wonder if the way power corrupts diminishes with time, too.

[conigliettadolce-blog]

whats ur best way to clean a bad mess? i recc mixing chlorine and bleach, really helps give things a good shine. try it out!!

The same thing. Duh.

[biskael]

“ all of this makes you feel like a big man? “ - qrow ( a sore loser in a cage )

" YOUR COMMENTS ARE INCESSANT . prattling . bothersome . save your breath while you still possess it . It isn't anything I haven't heard a hundred times over . " the jailer gives the other a mere slice of a glance , looking on through the bars . " ah , that reminds me ------ I could seal this cage shut, you know. cut off your breathing for a while . see how long you last .

maybe then , you wouldn't make such annoying clamour . "

@luxcruor

[shiocreator]

I need to do more w my Scarlette and Showstopper rp/ask blogs ( @mysticcolours & @foolishly-theatrical respectively) tbh... theyre just kinda there but idk what they'd regularly post or reblog so im just. Here jhshjhjvsvhj

No story either...

[brutalage]

" we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. " (Lucy Westenra)

A GENTLE HAND RAISES TO THE WOMAN'S FACE . now ever so pallid & frail . her lips , dyed a ghastly red . and ever would she become sleepless . how easily it was to ruin something beautiful . and how deeply vandal craved such corruption , especially in the innocent . the woman's eyes hold his , shot with blood & a deep crimson . tired . the fledgling seems so tired . even her words almost fly as vague whisps past his ears .

" are you ... worried those prior friends of yours would kill you now , my darling lucy ? " and he cups her jaw in his palm . " that everything they'd ever promised you was all for nothing ? ------ fret not . you shall be safe here , with me . safer than even with your so-called family . there is plenty of food for you ... & the brides always enjoy some new company . "

" now , rest a while , my dear . the morning has nearly arrived . you will need your strength , for whatever may come . " he rises to leave , the door falling closed behind him .

@playedbetter , lucy .

[bbsundae]

For M, Tegan, and Mitchell: 7

Mitchell: "The normal amount. One, maybe two sometimes-"

M: "YOU PUSSY, WE SLEEP WITH ALL THE FUCKIN' PILLOWS, AIN'T THAT RIGHT @sp1ffytegan ???"