#AND SEEING THESE RP BLOGS WRITE THEM ALL SO WELL AND LIKE INTERTWINE THEIR ASKS AND INTERACT SO PERFECTLY

[havockingboo]

My observation from reading the rp asks from these blogs……they’re so damn goofy (with a pinch of angst)

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[lucifers-favorite-pen]

A Simple Request (Lucifer x Blair)

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Lucifer x Blair Warwick (my MC)

Genre: Fluff. Lots of fluff. A little NSFW

Warnings: none

Word Count: ~3k

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Hey guys! This is my second go at writing for Obey Me! I decided to write this based off an ask about Lucifer proposing received on Blair’s rp blog @miss-blair-warwick. I almost wrote this as a reader-insert fic, but idk I just really needed content of my girl and her mans tonight lmao. I do take requests for reader-insert stuff though, if you’re ever interested. Ok that’s it, enjoy!

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Saturdays were the one day a week Blair was guaranteed to have time with Lucifer. They both were very busy people. Lucifer was occupied with his work, and Blair with her studies, so they didn’t see a lot of each other during the week. Only the soft moments between the pair when they woke up in each other’s arms each morning, and the steamy nights when Blair would fight off the fatigue of the day to wait up for Lucifer to come to bed. As well as the daily event of Blair bringing Lucifer a cup of tea late at night, and attempt, usually in vain, to get him to come to bed early with her. 

Saturdays, however, were his day off. Every Saturday, Blair was promised a date night of some sort, multiple opportunities to...make up for lost time, and a morning to sleep in with him on Sunday. 

Saturdays also meant: bath time 

Both of them thoroughly enjoyed bath time.There usually wasn’t any “funny business” during bath time. The amount of splashing and sloshing that would occur would make a huge mess and neither of them wanted to deal with that. No, there was only soaking in his huge bathtub, and relaxing away the stress of the week prior. Lucifer would put a record on in their bedroom that could be heard softly from his bathroom, and the two would relax in complete silent bliss. Her back always rested on his chest, as she felt and listened to the steady rise and fall of his breathing that never failed to relax her. 

Tonight he was different though. He still carried a little bit of tension in his shoulders, and the little furrow in his brow would appear when he was lost in thought and didn’t think she was looking. They had both finished washing themselves, and Blair made it a point to try and massage the rest of the tension out of his shoulders while rinsing the suds off of his muscular frame. 

It wouldn’t go away. 

Weird, she thought as she settled her self to her usual spot between his legs, on his chest. Blair closed her eyes and applied two little jelly eye masks under her eyes that Asmodeus gave to her. This was his way of telling her the bags under her eyes were getting out of hand without hurting her feelings. She took a deep breath, and tried to focus on the sudden cold, slimy feeling under her eyes instead of what was bothering Lucifer. 

She really tried her best, but how could she focus on anything except for his incessant light tapping on the side of the tub where his arms were draped, and his weird, uneven breathing pattern? Blair sighed, peeled the eye masks off her face, and flicked them to the ground on either side of the tub, resting her arms right in front of Lucifer’s. The masks never worked anyway.  

“Are you doing ok?”, she finally asked him, snuggling a little deeper into his chest and the water. 

“Hm?”, he responded going to rest his arms on top of hers. He wrapped his hands around the backs of hers, and intertwined their fingers. Lucifer placed a light kiss on her temple and almost whispered in her ear, “I have all I could ever want within my reach,” 

He lightly nibbled her ear.

“A healthy family. Annoying as all hell, but healthy none the less,”

She chucked at him as he placed a kiss on the side of her neck. 

“The most perfect being in all the three realms owns my heart and is sitting in my bathtub,” 

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as he placed another kiss on her shoulder, and felt his fingers untangle from hers to start tracing light lines up her arms. 

“And Chopin is in the other room, quietly scoring this perfect moment,” 

Lucifer traced his way up her arms and rested his hands on her shoulders, lightly massaging out any tension gathered. 

“I am doing, fantastic, my dear,” he purred in her ear. 

Blair knew he was being overly affectionate to cover the fact he was lying through his teeth, but as his hands worked themselves over her shoulders and neck, and as his soft, perfect lips landed on her cheeks and her neck, she found herself forgetting. He had a way of melting away any sort of worry or turmoil that nestled its way into her body, simply by touching her. 

She hummed and leaned back into him, tilting her head back and up to look up at him. He had a content smile set on his face, but there was something else hidden in his eyes. Worry? No, nerves. 

What was he nervous about?

Blair smiled sweetly up at him, “Ok, I believe you,” 

He returned her smile, and cupped her small face in his hands. “Mm, good,” he said before kissing her forehead. 

“Now, let’s get out before we get pruny, yes? I’ll meet you in our room in a couple minutes after I clean up in here,” said Lucifer before lifting himself to his feet and stepping out of the tub. Blair stayed there, knees to her chest, cheek resting on top of her knee. She admired the way his back muscles tensed and relaxed as he toweled himself off.

“I can help you clean up in here. You we both took a bath, you shouldn’t have to clean it all up yourself,” Blair said absentmindedly as she watched the water droplets fall from his beautiful raven hair on to his shoulders and down his back. 

He secured the towel around his waist, turned and sauntered over towards her. He looked almost menacing, towering over her as he stood on the small rug outside the bathtub, looking down at her with amusement. 

Like a cat playing with his food. 

He knelt down, and reached over to softly run a knuckle over her cheek before taking her jaw between his fingers and forcefully pulling her face, and as a result the rest of her body, toward him. She let out a surprised squeak as she fell forward on to her hands with a splash , and her breathe caught in her throat when she noticed her lips were mere centimeters away from his. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. He loved the way her heart was pounding in her chest. He loved the way he could feel the breath hitched in her throat, and see the surprise laced with fear and excitement in her beautiful, baby blue eyes.

He loved her.

“Or,” Lucifer purred as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “You could follow directions, and wait for me in our room like a good girl,”

Blair bit her lip and raised an eyebrow at him, mischievously. She then sighed and looked up at him, “I guess i could do that,” she whispered, defeated. 

Lucifer’s smirk grew into a smile as he guided her chin towards him for a passionate kiss. His hands found their way into her inky black hair, and he deepened it just enough, for just enough time, to leave her gasping her more when he suddenly pulled back. “Good, I’m glad to here it,”

Blair didn’t know she was white-knuckling the edge of the bathtub until her fingers started cramping. She let go, and flexed her fingers, smiling to herself as Lucifer stood up to retrieve a towel for her. She took a deep breath to steady herself -mainly her heart- as she stood up and stepped out of the tub. Lucifer met her and wrapped a soft towel around her body, tipping her chin up to meet his gaze. 

“I’ll see you in ten,” 

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Blair stood wearing a silk bathrobe in front of the vanity/dresser in Lucifer’s bedroom, lost in thought. She was admiring the small, dainty necklace that rested slightly below and between her collarbones. It was a silver “B” charm, with sparkling diamonds along the straight line of the letter, hanging on a thin silver chain. A present for their first anniversary. 

Her eyes drifted to Lucifer’s pact mark that sat just to the left of the necklace, below her collarbone. She stopped playing with the charm to instead trace the lines with the tip of her finger, a small smile resting on her lips. 

She felt him lightly tug on the pact, and watched him approach her from behind in the mirror. He was wearing only a pair of green and blue plaid pajama pants, an article of clothing surprisingly mundane for the Fallen Morningstar of Heaven, but comfortable none-the-less. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her backwards into his chest. She felt shivers fall down her spine as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and placing loving kisses up her neck to her ear. 

When he finished making her feel like she was walking on a cloud, he closed his eyes and hummed contently, resting his chin atop her head. His arm was still securely resting across her chest and lightly tracing circles on her upper arm. 

“You looked stunning tonight,” he said, referring to how she looked when she descended the House of Lamentation stairs to meet him for their date just hours earlier. She smiled at him in the mirror, and rubbed his arm. 

She began to spin around to look up at him, “It’s because you have great taste in dress-”

Her eyes landed on the ring held delicately between his index finger and thumb. 

She forgot how to breathe.

She probably would have fallen over had Lucifer not placed his other hand on the small of her back, securing her in place. 

The ring was the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever seen. A big, but not obnoxious, princess cut diamond sat on top of a shiny silver band. The setting came up and curled around it, like a throne for the gem. It was simple, and beautiful. It reminded him of her. 

“Blair, breathe,” coaxed Lucifer, snapping her back into reality. She gasped, and swallowed the air, bringing a shaking finger up to point at the ring. 

“Wha-. What-. What’s tha-. Wha-”, she stuttered. Trying to form any sort of sentence to communicate what she was feeling. Lucifer chuckled at his stuttering, trembling girlfriend and teased, “I believe that’s the wrong finger, darling,” 

Blair’s laugh was morphed with a sob as she felt tears rise in her eyes. She covered her mouth that was opening and closing like a fish gasping for air with both of her hands as she looked up at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. 

“There was something amiss earlier when you asked me during our bath. While i didn’t lie about how I felt about my life, and you,” he said pausing to touch the ring to her nose on the word ‘you’.

“And while it is true that I have everything I could ever want right here, there is something else I want. A simple request, really,” he continued. 

Blair was trying to control her joyful sobs long enough to let him speak. The small circles he was rubbing into the small of her back with his thumb were helping substantially. She nodded frantically, urging him to continue. 

Lucifer took a deep breath, and steadied himself. He would never admit it to anyone, not even her, that he was so nervous he felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest. His pride simply would not allow such an admission. Instead he looked into her eyes, the eyes that could steady any storm that wracked him. 

“Marry me,” 

It was a miracle those two words didn’t trigger the flood gates to open, successfully making Blair lose the grip she had on her emotions. Instead she gasped at the words, even though she knew they were coming, and slowly let the breath out. She swallowed the sob forming in her throat and brought her hands from her face to rest on his chest. It took her a solid twenty seconds to remember how to speak, and try to speak without letting the sob in her throat loose. 

Finally, she spoke, raspy and strained, “Well, if you insist,”

Lucifer smiled, and giggled at her response. It was all he could do not to pick her up and spin her around the room right then and there, but he was patient. There was one thing left to do. 

“Then allow me,”, he said, slowly dropping to a knee. 

That did it. That triggered the flood gates. Blair laugh-cried as she covered her mouth again with her right hand, her left taken by Lucifer. He looked down at her small hand, and ran his thumb over her soft, perfect skin. He moved his hand down a bit, so her fingers lay flat on his open hand, and he slid the ring on to her ring finger.

A perfect fit, he thought.

He kissed each of her knuckles lovingly before standing and was immediately pounced on by Blair. She flung her arms around his neck, and brought him into a tear-filled hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around her middle, and started joyfully laughing. The feeling welling up in his chest was one he hadn’t felt before. Was this true happiness? Was this what it was like to be genuinely excited? How had he been around since the beginning of time, and not felt this before? 

Whatever it was, he liked it and leaned further into the feeling. He felt his eyes start to crinkle in their corners as he relaxed into a toothy smile and picked Blair up by her waist and spun her around the room. They were both smiling and giggling like children as they spun around the room to Chopin. Blair brought her legs up and wrapped them around his torso, wanting to be as close to him as possible to him in this moment. He stopped spinning around to pry her face from his shoulder. 

He wanted to look at her. 

She was at eye level with him now, her legs wrapped around his middle. He removed a his hand from one of her thighs to wipe the tears away from her red, puffy cheeks. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he rested his hand on the side of her face. She leaned into his touch before taking his face in both of her hands and crushing his lips to hers. Lucifer moved his hand from her face back down to her thigh, making sure to touch and document every curve this hand found through the silk of her robe. He pulled her legs more tightly around him, as he pressed her body flush against his, walking backwards to sit them on their bed. 

He wanted to feel all of her. 

She felt him hungrily tub at her bottom lip, and then move to pepper her jaw, neck and collarbone with wet, hungry kisses. A small, blissful moan escaped her lips as she entangled her fingers in his damp hair. She rested the side of her head against his, letting him completely fill her senses for the moment. He smelled like cinnamon and campfire, with a hint of rose from their bath. She kissed his temple, right before having her lips enveloped by his in another desperate, passionate kiss. 

They both pulled away at the same time, breathing heavily and letting their hands lazily roam over the other’s body. Their foreheads were pressed together in a moment mutually agreed upon silence as they realized they had promised themselves to each other. Forever. 

Blair tugged at their pact just as a smile tugged at her lips, and brushed her nose over his, pulling away to look into his eyes as she twirled the hair at the nape of his neck around her middle finger. His dark crimson eyes, met her icy blue ones, and he couldn’t help but smile back at her. It was one she hadn’t seen before. It was pure, almost childlike happiness. It was rare that she would get to admire a toothy grin from him, so she took a mental picture. 

Lucifer closed his smile back down to a small grin and ran his finger along her jaw. She was the the peak of beauty and perfection to him. Nothing was more perfect than her, and she just agreed to be his. This made the feeling that he couldn’t explain return to his chest, and he brought both his hands up to cup her face. 

“I love you more than I understand,” he admitted, his voice slightly cracking on the last syllable while his eyebrow furrowed. Blair smiled sweetly at him, her heart swelling at his words. She took both her hands and rested them on top of his, still cupping her damp cheeks. She tenderly kissed his palms, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you too,” she whispered just over his lips. 

Lucifer felt a pressure rise in his throat and heat grow behind his eyes. 

Was he about to cry? 

Lucifer just further furrowed his brow and nodded his head quickly before wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her flush to him again, encasing her lips in his while falling backwards on the bed with her on top of him.

After all, it was never too early to start practicing for their wedding night. 

[maxparkhurst]

How did you create your characters? What was your process?

TMI Tuesday:  How did you create your characters? What was your process?

// <offers out a chair> You’re going to want to sit for this. It’s going to be a LONG story. For those who’re looking for a short answer: I’m actually in the middle of creating these two. Edits and tweaks are always being made to make them appear real and true. And it’s thanks to everyone on here and in-game that they’ve progressed so much. 

Now for the long version. 

<buckles seat belt> 

Evolving as an Author:

Maxinora and Augustine Parkhurst are a culmination of ideas inspired by a myriad of things. The process of creating them isn’t linear. It has a lot of pit falls, unexpected twists and turns, and a ton of hills. To understand how we got the current versions of these two, we need to go back a couple years ago. 

It’s the summer of 2012. In efforts to get me off of his account, my Dad gifted me my own. This was when I made my first ever serious roleplay character- a hunter named Evelon Holmwood. Well, at the time I spelled it like Evavllyn but...Yeah. We’re going to gloss over that fact. Now, Eve was my pride and joy for the last several years. I played this character nonstop, refusing to play or write about anyone else. In retrospect, I used this character more as therapy than anything of creative merit. 

Eve’s story was basic at best. But I got better with story-telling the older I got. Unfortunately, her story got so convoluted that I had hard time salvaging anything from it. Now, you’re probably asking: How does this relate to Max? Fear not. I’m getting there. It was around this existential crisis that a mutual friend of my boyfriend and I convinced us to leave WoW and hop on SWTOR. My boyfriend was more than eager to make the switch but I was skeptical. Leaving WoW meant leaving Eve. And was I ready for that? 

He assured me I was and helped me make a character on SWTOR. This was the first iteration of Max. A bounty hunter from Nar’Shadda named Maxinora Fenrik. My intentions was to make her a lowkey copy of Eve. At this time, I wasn’t very confident in my writing abilities and liked to stay in my lane. But, the more I roleplayed this character the more she took on a life of her own. She evolved past Eve and exceeded my expectations. Playing a new character bolstered my confidence and while I no longer play SWTOR -due to OOC reasons- I still have fond memories with this character. I enjoyed this character so much that I reused several components of her design when making Max. Some which include her name and being blind in one eye. 

I flipped between the MMOs when Legion dropped. Expenses started to pile up and between the two subscriptions I didn’t have the time to play both. In the end, WoW won my affection and I made a Blood Elf because I had friends on Horde Side. Rorien Hawkthorne was her name. A drunk artist and master assassin. She’d be the second iteration of Max. She had an older sister complex, an affinity for being melancholy, and it was my first experience with playing a character who could kept secrets- or tried to at least. Another new character under the belt and I was feeling a little more confident in my story telling abilities. I’d probably would’ve kept playing that character if not for OOC drama happening in a guild I was in. The fallout had me jump back to the Alliance where I indulged in creature comforts. It was back to Eve. 

Tumblr made an entrance in my life around then as I ventured forth with a refreshed look on my hunter. I salvaged what I could and made a half-decent story. A lot of her misadventures are still posted up on her blog @evelonholmwood​ On the side I made the third iteration of Max. A fire mage and blacksmith combo by the name of Rowan Celwick with her younger brother Thomas Celwick.  They were just two orphaned kids trying to make a life in Stormwind. Rowan was an arcane drop-out and blacksmith wannabe and Thomas...Was...Well? Thomas? A glorified side-piece? A way to garner pity for Rowan. I didn’t place a lot of emphasis on them or their characters. My main focus was Eve. But these two would be the underlying foundation of Max and Auggie’s characters. 

I eventually took a hiatus from WoW and focused on more personal writing. The details are boring so I’ll gloss over it by saying that creating a character completely from scratch was the final push in the right direction for me. Fast forward several months to a year aaaaaand BOOM! Pandemic. 

Writing is an escape for me. It’s one of my best coping mechanisms during trying times. And when nothing else works, I over indulge in some Warcraft. So, I resubbed. There was hesitance when re-entering the RP scene. I didn’t leave Eve’s story off on an convenient note. For lack of better phrasing, I wrote myself into a hole I couldn’t get out of. So, with the help of my boyfriend, I decided it was time to give Eve her happy ending and shelf her for good. 

Which put me in a dilemma! Who was I going to RP? Well, you remember the Celwicks? They became my newest project. 

The Creative Process: 

I knew the Celwick story was weak and read much like a middle-school fanfiction. Revising was a must. But there were integral pieces to their story which I enjoyed: 

Familial Sacrifice 

Juxtaposing concepts

Intertwined Fates

These were themes I could work with and evolve. Keeping these in mind, I started to deconstruct the Celwick story line. They were no longer Gilnean but Kul’tiran. This prompted a name change from Celwick to Parkhurst. And I won’t lie, I like the sound of Parkhurst better than Celwick. Thomas became Augustine and Rowan became Maxinora (Mainly because I actually HAD the name Maxinora and not Rowan). The little changes got me hyped for the characters. 

Next, I started to trim away the unnecessary details that bogged down the narrative. Things that either didn’t fit or made the timeline too convoluted were replaced. Pyromancy was a great example. The age I wanted Max to be wouldn’t yield to her understanding of Pyromancy. At least, not to the level I WANTED it to be. SO, I turned it into lament’s magic. Alchemy. (I also always wanted to play an alchemist since watching FMA) 

A girl with two professions seemed excessive as well. I had to look at why I wanted her to be both an Alchemist and a Blacksmith. The answer was simple. I just liked the juxtaposition of an intelligent woman being rough and tumble. Which made me ask: Was Blacksmithing necessary to achieve that imagine? The answer was no. To pay respect to her previous iteration, I made their parents blacksmiths. It also let me keep themes of fire in her concept. The change in profession brought on a change in her appearance. I made her a little more slender to fit with the alchemist appeal. 

Max’s aesthetic was brought on by my previous characters.  Rorien inspired more internal facets of Max while Fenrik inspired outward appearances. Max’s auburn was strictly a decision made on the fact that I had one too many character’s with black hair. There wasn’t any other reason for it. 

Designing Max was easy. The real challenge was with Augustine. Up until that point, all I had to go on for his character was Tommy Celwick and...Well. There wasn’t a lot there. He wasn’t much more than a poorly used trope and I considered doing away with him all together. But I realized that I REALLY liked the trope and I liked what he did for Max’s character.  So, I buckled down and made myself think through all the reasons why Thomas Celwick -AKA Augustine Parkhust- needed to exist. 

I decided that I needed him in order to present themes in Max’s story. He was the foil to her character. Cynic older sister? Meet optimistic brother. He also appealed to not only the three themes listed above, but also the newest one I wanted to explore: two sides of the same coin. Max and Augustine are simultaneously the same, having similar traumas, and yet different. If for nothing else, Augustine could help propel Max in the right direction. Be her moral compass, you know? With a bit of half-assing here and there, I managed to get a decent character out of Augustine. Took the cliche nerdy brother idea, physical design and all, and ran with it. Shortly after I  made their Tumblr account. In no way did I expect this BOY to take on a life of his own. Like, Auggie knocked on my brain’s door and was like, “Yeah. No. I’m not a side character. Give me my own story...” 

Which will bring me into my final point! 

The Characters Write Their Own Story: 

I’ve never been able to sit down and plan a story. My mind doesn’t work in such a structured fashion. It wanders and explores. When I’m creating, I’m watching. Watching the scenes play out before my eyes as these characters take what I’ve given them and grow into something almost independent of me. The basic pieces of Max and Auggie’s back story, along with character design, were purposeful. Yes. But everything that came after was THEM.

It’s cliche, I know, but I can’t describe this experience any other way. These two grew outside of my influence and now dominate a space in my brain. They talk, work, and interact without me. I mean...Not REALLY. But...It feels like that. It feels I’m watching through a keyhole and just recording what I see as their story plays out. 

I guess a better analogy is me being the director. I’m watching the movie in the stands as two actors improv. On good days, I’m in control and rework scenes until I’m satisfied with the results. Try this. Move here. Say this. On bad days, I don’t see anything. My actors went home. The lights are off. Show’s cancelled for the day. These days make me sad...But they’re worth it because on the BEST days...The best days Max and Auggie run the whole show, and I am watching through the keyhole as their story unfolds little by little. 

It’s truly magical. 

The last part of their creation was the voice. Character voice, for me, is like building muscle. You need to work out. Start small and work your way up in weight. Every little piece I wrote made their voices stronger; and that’s including asks and threads. Interacting with other characters helped to flesh them out as people. And while it was hard and intimidating at first, it’s started to become easier. 

Wrap-Up

My method is messy and untrained. I don’t claim to have any secrets. My knowledge of writing is mediocre at best. But I’m having fun. And that’s were the real magic of any character comes in. Fun. Because if you aren’t writing about something that sparks your soul- either with love, happiness, hatred, etc- then it’s nothing more than a forced, hollow husk. Writing is meant to evoke emotion. At least in mind. And want to express complex emotions and share them. In a perfect world? My characters -any of my characters- resonates with someone. They become the escape someone needed. That’s the ultimate goal. 

It’s thanks to all of you that Max and Auggie have come this far. It’s from their interactions with others that they’ve managed to evolve into something incredible- especially Augustine. He just kept shining brighter and brighter until I felt obligated to make him an in-game character. So, you all are just as much a part in the creative process as me. Thank you! 

And a special thanks to my boyfriend for always being a sound board for my rambling ass <3 

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK, ANON! Sorry I posted an essay...<3 

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Do I Follow Them?:  I do!

Why Did I Follow Them?: I believe I was looking through the otome RP tag and saw that they had a Diabolik Lovers multimuse. As I have a version of Sonia for that verse, I thought I’d reach out and friend them to see if they’d be interested in interacting. To my happy surprise, Mariana was and was familiar with Danganronpa!

Do We Role Play?: We do! We have a little verse going on with Ruki and Sonia traveling across Romania in search of Karlheinz. Though Sonia only wanted to help out a fellow vampire enthusiast, or so she thinks, as she does not know Ruki’s a vampire (yet). And now that she’s been fed on by one of Karl’s followers, she’s now well-aware that vampires do exist, but still doesn’t know how her mysterious new friend ties into it all, including the derelict manor that brought out such an emotional reaction from (Psst: It’s Ruki’s home and Sonia’s finding the last few mementos of his mother. Turns out, his family was well-acquainted with the Royal Family of Novoselic, aka. Sonia’s ancestors! She has yet to put all the pieces together, but she does hold a fascination with her traveling companion: he’s well-read, cares for her diligently, she enjoys the conversations they share when he’s willing to engage with her, and of course, he’s handsome with vampire attraction powers). She has yet to meet the rest of the Mukamis or any of the Sakamakis, but I’m purposely steering the plot to get her to Japan for proper medical treatment, so she’ll run into them soon I hope!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: If the wall of text above wasn’t any indication, of course I do

An AU Idea For Our Muses: I love the idea of an aristocrat AU! Whether Sonia and Ruki have known each other as kids or not, I’m weak for #RichPeopleProblems. And while not an AU per se, I’d love to see some sort of scene with Sonia in her proper princess ballgown attire, like a formal dance at their school and while the Sakamakis are so used to looking down on the Mukamis for being halfbloods, Sonia happily agrees to go with Ruki and, thus, makes the Sakamakis have to eat their words. She’s not really one to flaunt her title as it makes her a bit uncomfortable to do so, hating being put on a pedestal, she dislikes others looking down on the Mukamis even more. I headcanon that she’ll likely meet them first in our current storyline and be enamored by how much they act like a caring family despite not being blood relations. Of course, she has to figure out the vampire thing eventually too, and I have a good idea of her initial reaction if Ruki’s the one to tell her.

A Song For Our Muses: None yet! But I’ll probably think of one soon.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I do ship Sonia and Ruki so far in our storyline, for sure! Especially with how intertwined their lives and families are now. In general, I have other Diabolik Lovers characters and possible ships (friendship and romantic) that I’d love to explore with Sonia, but that’ll involve getting a chance for her to meet them all or having some other verses/storylines. But in general, I have an idea of muses she’ll get along with better than others...if anyone can truly get along with these sadistic vampires and not be thought of as food and/or a sex toy. At least to start, anyway.

What I Think About The Mun: A very compassionate, sweet person who doesn’t hesitate to check in when things aren’t going well for me and I try my best to do the same for her. Honestly, until recently I used to be very intimated to send asks/thread ideas because there are quite a few regulars that Mariana writes with and I didn’t want to add to her drafts as she seemed overwhelmed already. But I’m trying to get better at sending applicable asks now (I say applicable as Sonia isn’t quite ready to be sinning with any of her muses at the moment...ha! Not that I don’t write it, but I’m the biggest fan of the slow burn and the sweet, sweet payoff for when it does happen, if it happens). 

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It...really confused him at first. They could be doing just about anything, and she would just...laugh. Typically it came out of nowhere - a complete and utter silence...interrupted by a giggle.

For a time, he thought maybe he was doing something that just...made her laugh. But then there was once where he was literally just sitting and reading, Hinata working on some random knitting project...and it happened! She suddenly brought a hand to her mouth and just...giggled. The house was silent. He wasn’t moving.

...what was so funny about knitting, he had to wonder.

She could be doing anything. Watering her flowers, doing dishes, folding laundry. And then bam, she’d break into a chuckle!

It drove him nuts for a while. What the heck was so funny?!

“Hinata…”

“W-what?” Wiping a tear, she turns to him, trying to catch her breath from another random burst of merriment.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“Oh, well...it’s sort of a long story…”

“I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“I was just...thinking of this mission Kiba-kun and Shino-kun went on with me once...and Kiba, he -” A pause as giggles escape. “He w-woke up...in his sleeping bag...and a caterpillar had started crawling up his n-n-nose!” With that, she’s gone again, dissolving into a howl of laughter.

...what?

Sasuke just stares at her incredulously as she tries to rein in her amusement. “...uh...okay. What made you think of that?”

“Oh, I don’t know...it just came to me.”

“It just...came to you. You didn’t see a caterpillar in the backyard, or...hear from Kiba lately?”

“No...stuff like that just...pops into my head sometimes! You don’t...you don’t do that?”

“Uh...no.” Maybe because he doesn’t have all together too many funny memories to pull from…

“Aww...well, that’s just...a thing I do, I guess.” Another few giggles.

“I was...so confused for so long about that…”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I thought maybe you were laughing at something I’d done.”

“Oh, n-no! Well…” A short snort. “...I guess I might remember funny things about you sometimes.”

“...when am I ever funny?”

“To be fair...I don’t think you usually mean to be,” Hinata admits, smiling sheepishly.

“...all right, give me an example.”

A moment to think. “There was this one time...you were trying to cut some kind of...vegetable? I can’t remember. And when you went to cut it, it...it just…!” A hand tries to stifle her laugh. “It went f-flying! All the way across the kitchen! And you just...you stared at it. And your face...it was like it had insulted your ancestors! I’d never seen you make that face before, and it cracked me up!”

Sasuke thinks for a moment as Hinata struggles to keep calm in the background. That...doesn’t ring any bells, but then again...he doesn’t have much reason to commit that to memory. “Why do you remember that kind of stuff?”

“I don’t know...I just do. I laughed so hard at you trying to cut that thing, I got lightheaded! I guess I just...hang onto things that make me laugh.”

“You’ve never done that during a mission, have you?” Seems like a good way to blow one’s cover...

She considers that a moment. “...not that I can remember? But I’m in a different mindset when I’m working. But if my mind can start wandering when it’s quiet, and I’m just sort of...spacing out, it just...goes to things like that sometimes. I can’t tell you why.”

A dark brow perks. “...well, all right then.”

“I still can’t believe you don’t d-do that…”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of anyone doing that. Random memories, sure...but enough to bring you back to laughing out of the blue?”

Hinata’s expression turns sheepish again. “...is it weird?”

Not bothering to stop a snort, he draws her to his side with an arm. “Yes, it’s weird.” Ignoring her pouting wriggling to get free, he gives the crown of her head a kiss. “But I like your weird, remember?”

That gets her to still. “...I guess that’s true.”

“You guess?”

She doesn’t reply verbally, instead just sticking her tongue out at him.

Giving a mock deadpan look, he pinches her nose between his knuckles and watches her eep in surprise. “Don’t be rude.”

“Sasuke, that hurts!” she whines, tone muffled as though with a cold and hands slapping at him lightly in reprimand.

“I’m barely even touching you…”

From then on, he occasionally asks what it is that makes her laugh whenever it happens. Most of her answers are from her younger years...before the pair of them really ever knew each other. Stories with her teammates, or Sakura and Ino...a few about Naruto. Every so often there’s some from family, even the stoic Neji.

...in a way...he’s a little envious. So much of his life was spent in so dark a place, with such a serious focus on his goals, things like this never happened. Or if they did...he wasn’t paying attention. He couldn’t pay attention.

It makes him realize just how much he missed.

And yet, in another, it’s a view into Hinata’s past he’d never get, otherwise. Each little snippet tells him something new about her, or her friends, or her family. He can almost picture most of them, Hinata telling each tale with sprinkles of giggles in between her words. They almost become a bit cathartic for him. Little peeks into her life before it became so intertwined with his.

And then...Sasuke gets one of his own.

They’re working on dinner one evening, the pair of them splitting the work, like always. Hinata’s had a craving for ramen, so they’re trying to make some from scratch. As Sasuke works on the noodles, Hinata begins peeling the hard boiled eggs in the sink, giving them a gentle squeeze to crack the shell and remove it.

She’s marked the ones she cooked earlier in the carton with little marker marks on the tops of the shell. And as she gets into a rhythm...she doesn’t notice that she’s actually grabbed a blank egg. The first squeeze, to her disappointment, doesn’t crack it. So, she tries harder. And...a little harder. Until, lips pursed with annoyance, she decides to give it a slap on the counter.

...raw egg splatters everywhere.

Turning at her gasp of surprise, Sasuke looks Hinata up and down. Her jaw is dropped in shock, eyes wide, her front speckled with egg. It’s all over the counter, dripping down the cupboard doors and pooling on the floor.

They both just...stare at it for a moment.

...and then Sasuke bursts into a deep belly laugh.

Looking at him, Hinata watches as Sasuke leans back against a clear part of the counter, noodles temporarily abandoned as he drowns in mirth.

“Did...did you really just…?” he tries to ask, wiping at his eyes.

Puffing up indignantly, she stutters, “I-I just…! I thought it was -?”

He cuts her off with another laugh, a hand coming up to rest over his face. Gods, when was the last time he laughed this hard? “...oh man...you’re a mess.”

“N-no joke!”

“Here...you go, uh...clean yourself up. I’ll handle this.”

“But -?”

“Go. It’s fine, really. I can handle it until you get back.”

Turning a bit sheepish, she does as asked, mumbling about investing in an apron.

Wiping up the aftermath, Sasuke gives one last chuckle to himself. This might just be the first of his new stockpile to laugh at later.

                                                            .oOo.

     More random fluff, which honestly? Is one of my favorite things to write x3 Even if making this as long as I like to try to keep this was a little hard, haha~ I try to keep an average of about 1200 words...and overall I'm actually at about 1450, woo!      Though, on that note, just a heads up for the upcoming SasuHina month (which, yes, I'll be doing and posting to these accounts on both AO3 and Tumblr): those entries will likely be a LOT shorter. I'm going to TRY to do both my dailies, and those...and I'd rather focus on keeping my average word count for this project. So if the SHM entries are short, apologies...it's just gonna be a lot to juggle during my free time in addition to the RP I like to do, and other fic projects I've got going on another account / blog!      Buuut yeah, now that that's out of the way: a slightly early entry, woo! And yeah, some simple fluff. I've always HC'd Hinata as a major daydreamer, so...having her thoughts wander and make her randomly laugh is EXACTLY what I picture her doing, haha - so I knew just what to write. Poor Sasuke doesn't have as many happy memories to draw from...but with Hinata, he's going to finally make some n_n      Anyway, since I'm a lil early, off to another project I go for the night! Thanks for reading~

[safrona-shadowsun]

Borrowed this neat little list from @ask-iraiel.

01. Oldest OC: This would be the departed @lady-handhour, who started off as a human (Gilnean) Warlock character in Vanilla WoW, and my very first heavily Rp’d character. She is now a banshee that is bound to the Ghostlands and surprisingly is still fun and interesting for me to write after all these years. 

02. Newest OC: @wraithsongs is my newest character, a Dark Ranger. I haven’t written very much for her or introduced her to RP, her blog just merely aesthetics now, so I haven’t done a lot of advertising, but she will be getting some stand alone stories very soon.

03: Favorite OC: A hard question, as I like something about each character I was inspired to create and develop. My favorite to write for and develop has been @echoesofthelight lately, I think, though who I end up writing/rping for is really influenced on my daily mood and the interest shown in a character by others.

 04 Favorite OC Design: I really love sketching out my more supernatural-looking characters, and of them @gravekeeper-anna has been the most fun to play around with. Though she recently had a more darkly whimsical look to her, she’s recently going through some revisions to her design, and its been an interesting challenge to try to put together what she looks like now as I take my group’s Rp contributions into consideration. (Truly some amazing writing occurred and I love the people that support my little forsaken lady so much. )

05 Main Reason for Making OC’s: Rolling a character and developing an OC are two very different things for me, and usually an OC comes out of an idea that haunts me or one that is built through a bridge of stories on one of my already existing characters. Inspiration is a very large motivator for me, and I usually can’t go on playing a toon I create unless they really come alive for me in my mind.

06. Describe Your Character Creating Process: This is probably intertwined a lot with the answer for number 5...it all starts with being inspired by something, being haunted by a concept for days or weeks that I can’t shake. Usually I’ll start writing some the concept, sketch out things for myself, and then I’ll share my ideas with an Rp friend I trust to see if it sounds...well, sound. Then if I’m lucky and confident with my idea, I can see it flourish into stories and Rp, and maybe even more grounded art.

07: Character Ships: The word ‘ship’ has a few meanings for me, as they can mean different types of relationships continuously written with a regular rp partner that for me, revolve around character exploration and development. I currently have a romantically-inclined ‘ship’ between Safrona here and @thefirstperished. On @echoesofthelight I tend to do a lot of character developing with @renwyck’s writer, a platonic relationship. And @roselyn-ravenblade has a mentor/mentee relationtionship with @asharinhun, and she also has a fine friendship building with @natereising. 

08: My favorite OC ship has been what has developed between Safrona and @thefirstperished. It was something that was organically Rp’d and a little unexpected, but has been very satisfying. There is a rich intimate exploration into both of our very not normal characters that always pulls me right in and keeps me and Saf both on our toes, or sinking in a sea of feels or even snickering to myself. Throw in there that I just admire The First as an amazingly written character in his own right, I’m just always looking forward to see this deeply bonded relationship develop however the way it does. 

09. Weirdest OC: I think the majority of my characters have a little ‘weirdness’ to them, and that is what makes them enjoyable for me to write. I think the weirdest concept I have is my Forsaken Monk at @danseindeath which is possibly too off kilter to even legitimately RP. I love her twisted, violent aesthetic though, so I keep her blog around. That’s where the most disturbing of my inspiration goes, likely.

10. Villains? @danseindeath was supposed to be the most villainous of my roster, but not sure anymore, as I’m not actively writing that character. I honestly have trouble writing a clear hero, or a clear villain. I usually play with moralities, dancing in a grey area. There is always a reason for the things one does. I suppose right now @lady-handhour is my most ‘lawful evil’ of my characters, but on the whole, most consider undead and their motivations to be ‘evil’.

11. Would you consider yourself nice to your OCS? I didn’t used to be. I think I liked writing tragic characters much too much. Many of my characters don’t have great orgins, and some characters, by the gods, did I put them through the wringer. But I’m coming to a point that some of these characters I’ve written for so long falling into pitfall after pitfall of ruin (some ten years rl in running) deserve some positive development for once, or having things work in their favor.

12. An OC you’ve killed (if you havent killed anyone, who would you kill?) Most recently I tried to permanently retire @gravekeeper-anna after the assault on Lordaeron by the Alliance after Teldrassil’s burning with her execution, but some dear writer friends weren’t having that at all, so she is returning, slowly but surely. :) A grateful nod must go to @sanguinesorceress, @duraxxor, @silvertonguedaggermaw and @nixalegos for inspiring her recreation. 

13. Are any of your OC’s parents? Safrona has had terrible luck being a parent, but she can remember some semblence of what it felt to have a child, somehow. As can @lady-handhour. @gravekeeper-anna is the a motherly guardian to the Lost of Lordaeron in a way, but right now, it is @wraithsongs that has had a child survive her, and sadly, it probably breaks her brain. Maybe one day one of my characters will get to have a healthy parent-child relationship, who knows?

14. Are there any OC’s you find yourself neglecting? I find I’m neglecting @delaurac a lot mostly because his story has fell flat on its face for me and I think I’ve fallen into making him a punching bag, and I probably don’t want to go that route again with ANOTHER character. Just lack of steady inspiration for me when it comes to Quint.

15. An OC that is difficult to write/draw/rp: That would be Saraj the Ethereal. I have always, always wanted an Ethereal character, but he falls into all those categories of being a highly intelligent, centuries? old entity that I just don’t have enough lore on to a point that I don’t know if I can ever deeply write him, while also being very hard to draw as a space mummy, and being someone that just shows up as cameos for the Courier. I dearly love this character though.

16: Tallest/Shortest OC: Shortest: @roselyn-handhour, tallest is Safrona’s Shivarra, that I sometimes bring in as an IC interation.

17: Oldest and Youngest OCs: Youngest OC is @roselyn-ravenblade in her early-mid twenties and the oldest is Saraj who is...who knows how old Ethereals are.

18: Do you dislike any of your OCs? Well. I wouldn’t ever want to meet @danseindeath in real life, but the idea of her intrigued my horror-appreciating brain.

19: Have you ever made a self-insert? I think there are aspects we identify with or that intrigue us as writers that we put into characters to make them relatable to us and therefore inspire us to write, but I stayed away for a long time from really putting big chunks of my personality into my characters. They were for a long time art that I released into the world, subjects that I subjected to stories, environs, and the impact of other characters on their existences. That changed a little with @roselyn-ravenblade, as I just started writing her half the time with my own reactions in a social environment. And its made her feel more of a real character to me as an effect, and its all kinda amusing.

20: An OC regret: I regret sometimes letting myself get too carried with making characters. I feel like I sometimes don’t have the brain to keep up with them all. Its often a feeling that makes me want to shelf a character, or retire them, but I never can pick who. And then I just feel like I’m giving up on one of my creations.

21: An OC you didn’t expect to be popular: I honestly did not expect Safrona to be so popular. She is a courier. There should have been nothing very interesting about that. She was my very first Tumblr account though, and she’s been around for a time here, and I was fairly active in having her interact with people. Am still a little stunned at the follower count she has, and moreover that it isn't dropping. I don't feel she is as popular with people now despite all this, just an old account and characterization I haven't shelved. This of course does not wither my massive love and gratitude for those that have written with Saf, ever liked her posts or reblogged, complimented and supported this character somehow. Just still pleasantly surprised.

22: An OC you didn’t expect to love: Many years ago, there was this gnomish warlock I knew in Vanilla Wow that really grew on me that I cant even remember the name of. He completely stuttered through his every word consistently, and while reading his text may have been annoying to some, I just appreciated the time he put into his characterization so much and how well he was rp'd with anyone and everyone that any group rp function we ever had felt a little empty if he was not attending. He is probably the reason for near automatically loving gnome rpers when I see/read about them. Strangely, I never really had a good gnome character that I could think of rping myself.

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So I was told that these might be confusing but I don’t want to waste these just in case it might help you more.  This is going to be linked in the verse question that is in my ask box but won’t be the only answer given.  This is an in depth,  maybe slightly too detailed / complicated version of trying to get the point across about verses.  Sorry if you read this and it isn’t helpful.  Another ask to help clear things up and we can work together to get you understanding this brand new world that is indie!

The simplest way to explain this is to use some rps as an example.  THESUPERNATURALRP, THESTARDUSTRP, and THEBRIGHTESTRP are going to be the fake rp urls that I’m going to use for this example.

THESUPERNATURALRP:  a group rp that lasted over a year.  It was a rp based off of supernatural the show but with all original characters.

THESTARDUSTRP:  a group that lasted a month and it was about a small town life. No supernatural connections at all.

THEBRIGHTESTRP: a group about oc celebs trying to make it big and it lasted a week.

So say in the supernatural rp I bring to the table this character this is named Annie Jones that is a witch.  Her backstory is detailed and with headcanons from the original show of the supernatural.  Everything is well and thought out. Well the group closes and it is time to move on but I’m so in love with Miss. Annie and her personality among other things so I’m like let’s move her to another rp.  It will change somethings about her but that is okay. So I join the small town rp and get to play her again for a month and things are good until the rp closes down unexpectedly for whatever reason.  Well,  I still have muse for this character and know that I can fix Annie anywhere so I find the oc celeb rp and stick here in there and during this time I end up getting sick and am unable to post for a while but let’s just say the admins aren’t friendly to hiatuses and aren’t willing to be understanding to me so they post my unfollow even though I asked for a hiatus.

What an indie blog does for me is allows me to have ALL of those experiences in one go but without the closed off setting that a group rp has.  I’m able to rp with people in different fandoms (Say legacies, tvd, etc) with the same character.

Now I’m going to use these random groups as examples about verses now in order to be as helpful as I can. Say that I didn’t go through everything above and just started out with an oc that was a witch and made her a blog.  If I watched supernatural the verse might be VERSE:SUPERNATURAL.

Anything that happens in VERSE:SUPERNATURAL won’t crossover into say VERSE:THEBRIGHTEST.  Any ships, personal connections (assuming that you aren’t in a fandom indie world and are more fandomless.).  Say during my time writing in the supernatural verse I get a lot of muse for THEBRIGHTEST instead,  well I’m able to change my focus and write in that verse without losing anything from my supernatural verse. There is no time limit of when I need to go back to that verse and no risk of me losing the face claim or spot in a group.

Alright,  so say now that I meet a person and we start shipping our characters together.  I’m going to make this fake mun’s name be John.  Well, John and I started writing in another verse all together that is VERSE:THESTARDUST and it is pretty detailed.  We have this whole idea how their lives are going to go and what the wedding cake is going to look like.  Say John also watches the show OUTLANDER but I don’t.  John might have a verse on his blog for a Sarah (Fake muse) that is in the verse. It won’t change anything that happens in stardust verse that we have together.  Just because Sarah has another verse where she isn’t with Annie and is instead with another character it doesn’t mean that Sarah is cheating on Annie.  

Moving onto another character example.  Say I was writing a character named Issac on a blog.  He is this vampire hunter character that I could fit into a supernatural verse.  I would name that something along the lines of again VERSE: SUPERNATURAL (Would be different if I had him on a blog with Annie to keep them straight).  So now you see that Annie and Issac have the same type of verse with supernatural creatures. I don’t have to make the two of them connected together.  They can be completely different and not having any mentions of one another.

Having verses means creating connections over or sometimes using bases from another verse if you are writing with someone in two verses.  Say that Annie hated a character in SUPERNATURAL but in STARDUST is in a relationship with them.  It is a completely different relationship but still just as much fun and we could have started it as Annie has always hated this character but it turns out the reason behind it changes.  That in Stardust it was a family issue of two families not liking each other but Annie and the character fall in love.  Saw in SUPERNATURAL Annie’s hate for this character is because they are against vampires and the character that Annie hates is a vampire.  Same concept but also very different.  

The whole point of verses is to allow you to branch out and be able to rp with lots of people and not just a select say 13 that is in the closed group.  Say that Annie was always fandomless and I put her on a blog and gave her a verse in supernatural.  Well,  I build a great relationship with a Sam blog but there is another Sam that comes messaging asking to write and I’m like “I love both blogs and styles.”  and so I write with both versions of the same character.  It doesn’t change anything for the first Sam mun and our plot.  If Annie and Sam (first Sam) were in a relationship and then Sam mun (Second) and I plot out that Sam and Annie were friends from school the whole thing is completely different and kind of in a subversive of its own in your head.

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All of this depends on you and what you are comfortable with.  So say I have a blog for Hope Mikaelson and a blog for Caroline Forbes that I write on  and I am wanting to interconnect them together I could do that.  I could say I’m not interested in writing with another Caroline for this verse  I would make it PRIVATE to my version of my character.  I could also open it up and say that I’m using headcanons of my other character but it will be subjective and only when I’m not writing Hope with a character blog of Caroline Forbes.

A single verse CAN include several of your muses (Multimuseblogs of yours or singles) as you want.  Whatever makes you comfortable and they don’t all have to be exclusive to your character meaning that I can have the same concept  (Human au) for all of my muses but none of connection to one another.  

In the indie world the connections you build aren’t all across the board.  You aren’t going to likely play with the same mun for every single verse you create.  It is likely the writer will have one or two verses with you and then a few with someone else with no connection what so ever.

As for the romantic partner thing?  It shouldn’t really matter much there about them having matching verses unless you are a single ship blog with everything being intertwined with one person’s character. A lot about indie world is being able to multiship so having Caroline x Stefan,  Caroline x Elena,  Caroline x crossover from another fandom.  

Also feel the need to point out your character can have several verses on your blog.  You aren’t making a blog and saying this character is in one verse only and can’t branch out beyond this and that.

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So the best way I can describe what a verse is and how it works is say you made an oc in therandomrpg and then it closes down but you really love the character and then you find another group and put them in at thisisanewgroup and have great connections there.  In the indie world this kind of would be considered two different verses only there is no closing down a group or timetables.  All ships,  connections, threads, etc from therandomrpg would be in a verse tag and would have no connection to thisisanewgroup.  You would ship with one person in therandomrpg and then have another ship in thisisanewgroup that have no connection but it is the same character just different towns, concepts, and more.

Say that therandomrpg is a group that is supernatural town based.  You have all these headcanons about witches, how your beautiful character connects with this character and so on.  If you have no muse for therandomrpg’s things it doesn’t just go away.  You aren’t fighting for your spot in the indie world.  It stays on your blog until you strike it up again.  

Then say well I’m in thisisanewgroup and I have these connections in this small town group with no supernatural connection.  It could be concered a verse of itself in the indie world.  You would have connections, headcanons, ships, etc that are all seperate from the other “verse” or in this case we are calling it a group.

So it is kind of like moving your beautiful character (Canon and oc) from one group or another without fear of having to put a lot of pressure on yourself.  Maybe it is easier to think of each verse as a group rp but without the big structure of activity limits and things of that nature.  More ability to branch out.

[defiancerpg-blog]

Congratulations SNOW, you have been accepted as CORVUS, THE RAVEN with the faceclaim of PARK HYUN SIK and the PUSHING ability!

Notes from the Admins: Ellie and Tasha:

Your portrayal of Corvus was spot on and gets very much to the point and heart (or perhaps lack thereof) of who he is. I (Tasha) actually love the lack of information he gives on certain subjects, especially when it comes to the people who raised him. Sometimes less is so much more, and your responses are a perfect example of that. I also love your headcanon with the older woman who took him in. I (Ellie) agree wholeheartedly with Tasha. Your writing is amazing and you really brought him to life for us, in my opinion.  

We also would like to formally accept your request for a name alteration to Lee Dae-Young. We also love the story behind it.  

You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!

ALIAS & PRONOUNS: Snow. She/her   AGE: 19 TIMEZONE, ACTIVITY LEVEL, & RP EXPERIENCE: -5 GMT. I have pretty busy schedule two out of four weeks a month, basically i will have a normal activity one week and the next I will barely be there. I’ve been roleplaying about four years,  however I have just started roleplaying in English recently, as my native language is Spanish. I hope you don’t mind. TRIGGERS: none. REFERRAL: I saw a promo-ask from an indie rp but I’m don’t remember exactly which one. APPLICATION PASSWORD: Slim Shady BASIC IC INFORMATION SKELETON: Corvus, the Raven FACECLAIM: Koo Jun-hoe, Song Joong Ki (has younger, HQ resources available), Park Hyung Sik, Seo Kang Joon. AGE: 26 ORIENTATION: undecided. ORIGIN: Born in Korea, kidnapped and was moved to America. NOVA TYPE: Mentis ABILITY: Pushing. Illusion Manipulation, THE INTERVIEW:

Instead of a traditional biography, this roleplay has an “interview” to understand the character’s past but also who they are as a person. The goal here is for you to answer the questions from the character’s point of view (third person) as if they were being asked by The Imperium’s artificial intelligence, E.R.I.S.. Think of it as a background check meant to explore who the character is more in-depth than a bio. They do not have to vocally answer the question nor do they have to tell the truth. However, you must give some understanding of what the truth is through their internal monologue/thoughts.

TW: Inferred Abuse, suicide/murder mention.

So, tell me a little bit about growing up. What was your childhood like? Was that thing serious? Was this some kind of twisted joke? Whatever, Axel was just not in the mood to venture down that path ⏤not now, not ever⏤ so he did what he does best: lie his way out. “Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. I was a very sheltered kid, didn’t get to play outside much, always locked inside, being taught by them. My parents,” he clarified to the hologram, flicking his wrist “you see, they were strict and wanted me to be the perfect son.” Oh, they wanted him to be something, alright, Axel was just never sure what. “Not a very remarkable childhood, it was always predictable, unsurprising. I like my life better, now, no nostalgia.” What about your relationship with your family? “Oh, my parents? I don’t talk to them anymore. No love lost between us, like I said, they were very strict and sometimes… Sometimes they just stepped over the line” his voice grew dark, his gaze lost somewhere over E.R.I.S’ shoulder for just a few seconds. He was seven again and he could smell cigarettes and weed, his knees hurt where he had scrapped them earlier after he was pushed down… And then he was back, with a smile firm into place and a relaxed posture, no trace of the storm in his eyes “But they made me who I am and I don’t really miss them, although the must miss me terribly. Maybe someday I will pay them a visit.” Are you the only Nova in your family? Or were your parents Novas too? What about any siblings? Axel blinked. Once, twice. His face went blank, his mouth parted slightly as the nothingness ate away at his insides. “Those are really good questions, I’ll give you that.” His voice was dead, his heartbeat steady as he tried and failed to grasp even a single memory from before. “Really, don’t know, I was adopted and it was a closed adoption… So I can’t really answer that.” The blank expression was painted over by joy, small wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes as he smiled, a twisted mark of the cracks he sported on his soul. It didn’t stop him from keeping his voice light and playful to answer “Raincheck?” What’s your ability like? Is it easy to control or harder? Do you even like it? What even were these questions? Why did this stupid machine need them? Axel was starting to get tired of it, but he couldn’t just trick it into letting go. He couldn’t convince it he had answered everything and walk away. The smile on his face didn’t waver as he shrugged. “It’s not very useful in a fight, if you know what I mean. I hardly use it, as the occasion never arises but I like it. I’m really bad with it, I never use it so I haven’t had the chance to master it” Lies, lies and more lies were spilling out of his lips, his heartbeat steady as he kept eye contact with the hologram. Who knew who could be watching? The charade had to keep going. “It’s hard to use, it rarely ever works and I have to focus a lot to push something into someone’s mind. Could you imagine if i jokingly said ‘jump off a cliff’ and my ability suddenly decided to work and they did it? Gosh, I guess I have to be very careful with it.” How would you describe your personality? “Charming, charismatic, easy-going” Ah, now he didn’t have to lie… Only a little bit. He was all those things 24/7 around here, that’s what he wanted them to believe. If he was just the jokester, the nice guy that everyone liked but no one really paid much thought to… He had the power. “I like to mess around, make people happy, hear them laugh. I’m a people-person.” What do you think your greatest strengths and weaknesses are? “My greatest weakness is my greatest strength: I’m devastatingly handsome.” A laugh was artfully added at the end of the sentence when Axel shrugged, his fingernails scratching an itch behind his ear as he looked up at the hologram. “It’s hard for me to takes things seriously, sometimes. I guess that’s both.” That was the truth, the truth disguised as a joke, as a comment with no weight behind it. Of course it was to take things seriously; feelings and people, with their dumb, delicate minds always there, tempting him to break them, were not really people to him. In his eyes, they were mere toys to play with and discard when they broke. Where and what were you doing the day the Nova Protection Act was enacted? “I was somewhere in Vegas, having fun. It really put a grey cloud over my head, having to go on the run…” Or it would have, if he actually had had to do it. a whispered ‘tell your superiors all’s clear’ here and a ‘you didn’t find any Novas on this floor’ there were more than enough to keep Axel out of the radar for as long as it did. Normal people would gladly offer their homes after a smile and a soft ‘offer me to stay at your place’ and a offhand ‘don’t tell anyone I’m staying here’ and in special occasions ‘I’m your best friend from high school, silly.’ Did you immediately run? Or did you try to obey the law and report to the Anti-Nova Force? “I’m a nice kid but… I heard the stories. I ran and I didn’t look back” Or more like walked peacefully without looking over his shoulder. How have you survived this last year and a half or so? Did you have any help or were you all alone? How did you find Yalena’s Sanctuary? “There are good people out there. Some gave me shelter and food, broke the law to protect them… I’m grateful to them” Axel smiled, grateful for them but not to them; had he not stumbled into them, well, he would’ve been caught faster. After all, those people hadn’t offered out of their kindness of their hearts, except that one old woman. A soft, almost imperceptible smile grazed his lips as he remembered the old halmeonin that had caught him mid Push and smacked him in the back of the head; she had done it out of the goodness of her heart, offered him the attic of her two-story house in the suburbs of Chicago and in the few months he was with her, the woman had taught him a little of the culture he had been ripped away from, she had treated him like the grandson she had lost… Until the Wardens had taken her way from him. “I got caught, though. [The Dove] saved my ass and brought me with her to Yalena’s sanctuary” his voice grew serious, his eyes void of that fake mirth he like to sport “I owe her my life.” What were you doing when the raid happened? How did you respond to the flood of Wardens? How quickly did you go through Yalena’s portal? “I was enjoying a bit of sunshine when they came in. No, I’m lying, I don’t know, I was probably just joking around with on of the others when they came in, shooting first and asking questions later. I’m gonna be honest, I ran the other way…” Axel closed his mouth, intertwining his hands until his knuckles turned white, breathing hard. He wished this was all an act, but the truth was the wardens storming into the sanctuary had brought memories that he had buried deep down: the screaming and the chaos, the thought of ‘get away, get away’ being the only thing in his mind, feeling his legs give out under him and just cowering in a corner like a scared little boy. That day, with the sound of boots and the smell of blood in the air, Axel was eight years old again and hiding from the monsters. “I ran until I found [The Dove] and I only went through that portal after she did.” What has living in The Imperium been like for you? Do you feel safer than before? Is it better or worse than on the run, or Yalena’s Sanctuary? Axel tried his best not to let it show, but really, he failed. He clenched his teeth, his hands had they not been intertwined would be formed into fists and his face was without a mask: he looked pissed and nothing like the happy-go-lucky boy he acted as. “I hate being caged. I hate it and just… Being on the run was better, at least I was free, in danger but free. Yalena’s wasn’t as good as being on the run but at least it was above ground, ya’ feel? Just… If I could stay on the surface’s run down building, I would.” Wouldn’t be much different to my entire childhood, he added to himself, looking at the floor and trying to get his breathing under control. The last question. If war broke out between Novas and the humans, which side will you be on? No one’s, is the honest answer. If anything, he would let them destroy each other and walk over the ashes of the losing side, hands in his pockets and whistling the same melody the monster used to hum when they made his life hell. “Whichever side [The Dove] chooses, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, yeah?” CONNECTIONS:

I love the idea of Corvus helping Columba begrudgingly. Life debts are my favorite plots because are they being loyal to that person? Are they being loyal to themselves? What exactly will it take for him to betray or turn his back on her? I want to explore that, see where it leads.

I want him to interact with Centaurus. If Centaurus personality is to give and Corvus’ is to take by force… I can’t wait for him to meet someone so willing to give themselves away without a thought.

HEADCANONS:

He can cook. He can cook and he can clean and he can do house chores better than any maid. Why? Because not doing it right in his childhood meant a trip to ‘The Dark Room.’ And Axel would do anything not to end there.

Lee Hong-Im was the name of the grandma that caught him using his ability. She gave him something he never had before: a home. She would treat him like a child and he didn’t care because for the first time, someone was caring for him. She gave him a Korean name, from a drama she loved: Daeyoung, because he ‘liked to act as if he didn’t have feeling when he felt too much’. And for a while, he was Lee Dae-Young, Lee Hong-Im’s grandson, and he was less of a monster. The Wardens, however, got a tip of his location and came down on the house; Lee Hong-Im tried to stall them to give Daeyoung time to run, only to be shot and killed. That’s how he got captured.

He introduced himself as Lee Dae-Young to the other Novas. That’s the name he goes by now and it helps him to get into character. Lee Daeyoung is a happy-go-lucky, easily distracted guy, he’s social and sympathetic, although a little useless in the ability department. Lee DaeYoung

CHANGES:

The name. If accepted, Axel would still be called Axel outside the Imperium but to the Novas he would be Daeyoung and his real name would be a secret.

DETAILED IC INFORMATION (OPTIONAL STUFF; THIS IS ALL MERELY SUGGESTIONS, NONE OF IT IS REQUIRED)

Headcanon: After he was rescued, Axel was put in foster care, but soon got tired of it all and walked away. He lived in penthouses without paying rent, boarded planes without a ticket, walked out of stores wearing new clothes and simply lived the best life without worrying about anything. How? By abusing his power. Really, not even the cops could hold him down for more than a few minutes. It Amused Me: Axel does things to amuse himself, because he can, because it’s fun and satisfying. Usually, they aren’t nice things, to put it mildly. Raised by Orcs: Well, he was raised by monsters and turned into something completely different than what he should’ve been. The Sociopath & Conditioned to Accept Horror: I feel this applies only partly, but it was his upbringing and his surroundings what killed him inside, and now, ‘horrifying’ isn’t exactly a word in his vocabulary. Dark and Troubled Past: is being abducted and abused all his childhood considered D&TP? I think so. The Charmer: he did, after all, manage to join the Novas under the pretense of being a nice, charming guy, right? Faux Affably Evil: this is the one I think fits him completely. He is, overall, a charming guy that lacks a conscience and a little empathy.   Soft-spoken Sadist: when he’s not being all up-beat and energetic to keep the facade, I picture Axel with this soft, deep voice that sends chills down his victim’s spines. He has learn to be like that to make his ability usage less obvious, almost always managing to get away with it. I want to see if he’s still “human” deep down, I wanna know if someone has what it takes to earn his real loyalty. https://co.pinterest.com/stcrmynight/ch-corvus/ ANYTHING ELSE? I’m really happy about this Roleplay, I love that it is so inclusive and everyone seems very nice. Thank you for making it!