#fvrmidables

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Status: Accepting

@fvrmidables said: 🔥 + canons

This doesn’t only apply to canons, but they’re usually the ones with clearly written out endings so I’m going to use this opinion for this one; We HAVVVEEEEE to stop killing off traumatized characters who are dangerously close to happy endings. It’s devastating for no reason and serves no type of purpose other than shock value and, I don’t really know how to word this, but makes it seem like people in terrible situations never get out of them and it’s just forever and always terrible for them when that isn’t the case sometimes??? And no, this doesn’t apply to me and my muses but everyone else 💜.

[stfreds-arc]

@fvrmidables​​​​ asked : [ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek . (food) + sky / non-sexual acts of dominance , not accepting .

      this is not the kind of FRIDAY NIGHT she’d foreseen at the start of the week —— but dammit, it’s NICE. a cheeseburger’s in her hands, half spilled over and out of its buns; on the other side of her, a WOMAN she hasn’t quite figured out yet ( perhaps never will ) but she suspects holds secrets and stories the likes of which freddie might never find in the novels she so desperately adores. she wants to ask SO MANY THINGS of sky. first —— how come she’d decided to stick around, eat a bite with her. second —— where exactly does she come from? she’s been around criminals long enough: she can pick up most of the signs. third —— would she mind telling her a story or two, just something that might take her out of the gloom of her own life - share somebody else’s pain and ignore her own ? 

        she opens her mouth to speak, make up an off-handed joke about them being stranded in the middle of a godforsaken nowhere, where a food struck’s the only SHELTER one might find in a time like this — but the second she does she sees her push closer and freddie RECOILS, a sudden shiver running down her spine, pulse QUICKENING anytime a hand comes too quickly, too close to her personal space. but sky only brushes a smudge of food off her cheek, and then freddie’s BLUSHING in embarrassment — “ shit. sorry about that ”. a nervous laugh, as she wipes her mouth with a napkin and leaves the last bite of burger in its tray. “ guess i’ve been a little on edge, lately ”.

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@fvrmidables​  said  :   14. Do you think it’s important to know someone OOC in order to rp? | 34. Do you prefer to plot or improv?

Somewhat. I feel like I write better, and plot better, with people I get to know OOC. But that’s just my personal experience and also something that I’ve noticed throughout my time roleplaying. I’m bound to start 500 threads with people I talk to, plot with, and generally click with and move slower with people I don’t really talk to that much. But here’s another thing, not everyone you talk with OOC is actually going to bring good plotting to the table. In fact, ya’ll may never write for various reasons. (being busy, having incompatible muses, etc.)

I like to do both. Like, imagine you’re having a road trip somewhere. You know your destination, but on the way to that destination you can make a ton of spontaneous stops and do some sight-seeing. That’s how I feel plotting and improv can go together in my roleplaying. Like the biggest thread I had on here with @bayoubaron and @hammurabicomplex​ actually was not plotted. It all began with Sal opening his door for Lola, Lola was going to speak with Delores for something and I decided..........you know what? our muses all know each other. they all interact. let’s focus this on Delores’ current plotline with Pat.  Now we do have NEW PLOTS regarding this verse, all due to that thread. But yeah! That’s how improv can assist me with plotting. 

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" there's so much I don't know about you..." + sky

Send “There’s so much I don’t know about you...” and my muse will respond. | Not Accepting | @blissfulbeez​​​

It’s reminiscent of earlier times: the two of them sitting outside the Sanctuary, legs dangling over the edge of the platform, arms resting on the railing in front of them, beer bottles in hand. The night air is comfortably cool, clear skies with nothing more than a gentle breeze as they talk about whatever comes to mind. He needs moments like this to unwind, and though he doesn’t say it, he’s happy they still get to have them.

There’s a lopsided grin on Negan’s face as he watches Sky laugh -- a real laugh, he’s sure of it -- after he finishes telling a story from his life before all this. ‘There’s so much I don’t know about you,’ she says after, taking another drink.

“That is very damn true,” he agrees, tilting his bottle towards her. He chuckles then, a light shake of his head as he lifts it back to his lips for another sip. A sigh as he looks out into the Sanctuary grounds. “But, still know a hell of a lot more about me than anyone else in this place. I know you know that I don’t chitchat like this with just anyone. You are just that special, Sky.”

Oh, how true that is. But this isn’t the time to be thinking about that.

There’s a soft tiredness in his eyes when he looks over at her again, a small smile lifting the corner of his lips “Now... your turn. I know you got some more crazy-ass stories.”

[ficjhtclub]

starter call here! 

@fvrmidables​​ for bee! 

“Rick?” Joe scampered down the alleyway, almost tripping over an empty beer can. He was already taking his jacket off with the intention of propping Rick’s head up with it. The guy looked like he’d gotten a few good punches to the face. 

“Man, what the fuck are you doing out here?” This is not where Fight Club took place. But Joe wasn’t about to break a rule and mention it by name anywhere outside of the basement. 

[alexis-vaughn]

@wexarethewalkingxdead

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[withaconscience]

resting my eyes; 

@fvrmidables​ for rhys!  barry starter call!

He knew he should probably keep on walking until he got back to the motel, but his ribs were hurting too much. It was getting to the point where he couldn’t keep the grimace off his face while he walked. He’d stopped his nose from bleeding, at least. Now he just looked like he’d been crying, from the reflexive tears his swollen nose was giving him. 

Barry sat down on a bench in front of a tattoo shop, looking dazedly up at the neon signs and photos of designs people had gotten over the years. He sighed, relaxing and shutting his eyes as he slumped back into the bench a little. 

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name aesthetic moodboard –> Didi Despereaux 

Look up “YOUR NAME + CORE + AESTHETIC” on pinterest and choose 9 images to use as a moodboard. tagged by: @fvrmidables // this was so fun, thank you~! tagging: @sailorvinus, @ficjhtclub, @vihilum, @pressoneforhell, @theasteriae, & anyone else who’d like to do this~!!!

[qveenspawns]

@fvrmidables

He had an hour to get home. If he didn’t, well... he wasn’t entire sure what would happen, he just knew he didn’t want to test the obsessed cult leader who’d been trailing him and his siblings for the better part of two years.

Get home, get home... the mantra repeated itself in Nevada’s head so many times that it no longer represented a pair of words but a blended sound of desperation whispered like a prayer.

Instead of driving home however, his body had -- on autopilot -- taken him to Jason.

As his car rolled up, seemingly of its own accord, Nev snapped to and spoke to himself quietly -- attempting to ease his own fears and anxieties. He practically flew to the door, turning the knob only to find it locked. His heart kicked up a notch and he knocked on the center of it before abandoning reason and slamming his palm against it in desperation.

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SOFTER PROMPTS

Status: Accepting

@fvrmidables​ said: “ i trust you. more than anyone else. ” cornelia + bee

          The small diner was quiet besides the occasional sound of dishes clanking together, something sizzling on the grill, and the mug of her coffee cup hitting the table every once in a while. It was late at night and even for a busy city like the one they were in right now mostly everyone was asleep, but she was up. Sitting across the table from Bee as she allowed him to spill out his late night thoughts to her. Meeting outside of office hours or even outside of her office with patients was something she didn’t do often. Matter of fact, she never really did it at all but for him she had made an exception. Whether it was the troubling past, daddy issues, or trouble with themselves they just seemed to relate in a way that Cornelia really couldn’t with the rest of her clients. That’s why when those words were spoken from his lips she couldn’t help but let a genuine smile break on to her. Reaching over slightly her hand pins his and she rested it on top, gently caressing it as a sign of assurance and comfort. “You have no idea how much those words mean to me.” Not only as a therapist, showing the progress he had been making with her, but also as someone who’s truly concerned for him as a friend. “And I can promise you that I’ll never do anything to make you question that trust you have for me.”

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@bayoubaron / @fvrmidables said: 🤔🤔- for oscar.

I know that’s only two, but I’m going to be extra and give you his children and ex-wife:

Oleida Ibanez is Oscar’s first born child with his ex-wife Jocelyn and essentially the reason why the two of them got married in the first place, because they felt it was the right thing to do. So she was there for pretty much all of her parents’ marriage from the rise to the fall and all the ugly moments of it. Unlike her father, she’s open about how damaging those years with her mother was and she’s actively going to therapy to deal with her trauma and work through the arrogant traits she poesses that gets her compared to her mother a lot. Neither of her parents know about that, though and she doesn’t plan on telling them because she’s a 21 year old grown woman. She knows about her father’s connections to the cartel, but she doesn’t know what his involvement is exactly and they’ve never really had a conversation discussing his involvement with organized crime. She’s not even sure that he knows that she’s pieced all the pieces together! She wants nothing to do crime so she could honestly care less about his connections. She’s currently going to school to become a English teacher, but for right now she works as a substitute teacher bouncing from schools to schools.

Olaia Ibanez is the baby of the family. The spoiled one who’s still disgustingly humble and loving. She’s the one who most closely resembles Oscar with her humorous and bubbly personality. She was too young to remember the nasty divorce between her parents and has no idea about her father’s true occupation and connections to crime, so she’s just vibing in her own oblivious bubble. It makes Oleida sick at times how naive and oblivious her younger sister is at times. She’s 18, fresh out of high school, so her main focus right now is school and figuring out what it is exactly that she wants to do. She’s finally at her free will to do mostly whatever she pleases and discover all type of things and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing for her. I’m sort of sensing a Michael Corleone type development for her.

Jocelyn Salas is the terrible terrible ex-wife of Oscar who doesn’t have a faceclaim yet because I’m terrible like that. She comes from a very wealthy influential family who’s money is all clean money and comes from legit businesses, but they just so happen to bump shoulders with those in organized crime from time to time. She grew up spoiled, vain, and on a high horse thinking she was better than the criminals her family surrounded themselves with because of their social status. Even after meeting Oscar and pursuing a relationship her views still didn’t change. Being around him only strengthened her views of being better than everyone else and she never quite saw him as an equal throughout their whole relationship. She was a serial abuser too, but it was often dismissed by her personality just being ‘feisty’, her family burying any claims against her deep, and the fact that she was this 5”4 woman that people didn’t initially believe to be as violent as she was. But they were wrong and Oscar was wrong for ignoring them because those 10 years he spent in a relationship with her was nothing but hell. They still keep in touch to this day and she comes around every now and then because of her daughters. She doesn’t come around all too often because she’s too busy doing whatever her family business is I guess, or at least that’s the excuse that she always gives.

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@fvrmidables​ said : “  Never quite figured out what I believe.” + sky , i speak because i can / accepting !

          how does this feel like an accusation ? why — maybe it’s a finger pointed right at the emptiness she surrounds herself with: consider her a godless saint, atoning but who knows in whose eyes. “ that’s bleak ” , freddie chuckles, hands buried in her pockets to shake off the breeze that is not supposed to feel this cool. she wants to ask what does it mean, what believing really is: she wants to ask this woman where she comes from, why she feels it’s important for anyone to have a banner waving above them, and yet — something about her is blood-curling, the reminiscence of a forgotten nightmare. it’s an uneasy feeling, and she regrets going out, hitting clubs tonight. she misses her apartment, the shabby loneliness of it, the plants struggling to be green and alive — she hates this club. her skin’s crawling with unease. a nervous chuckle tries (but fails) to dissimulate the edge in her voice — she rolls over the balls of her feet, waving gently like a child misplaced away from home. she figures there’s something smart she’s supposed to say: a retort of some kind, crack a joke to present herself as amicable company, or a worthy opponent in a makeshift fight of wits. her eyes turn sideways to the other and she wonders where the mystery comes from. if it’s just found in a leather jacket, or there’s stories on her skin akin to the ones on freddie’s. perhaps that’d be the joke: trading tales of woe in a place, like this one, built to shake them off. “ i just believe these places keep getting more and more fuckin’ depressing every year ”. the upper note in her voice’s just for show: she makes herself bigger than she is, the way scared animals do. she laughs, shakes her head. sips at her drink like it doesn’t taste like shit. “ — wish i had somethin’ better to believe in, though . i do ” .

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@fvrmidables​  said  :   ✂️ – Sporting a new haircut + jason or yegor INBOX CLEANING 2.0

      HONESTLY, whenever Yegor is around, Delores is reminded of her desperate need to begin studying Russian. Salvatore had a book or two in his home office - not due to the crime family of Brighton Beach, but rather his friendship with Mr. Cirova. However, Delores has refrained from venturing in that room. It’s the memories. It’s his lingering scent. It’s the feeling that she should see him sitting there. On the phone discussing business or feeding the turtles that have now been relocated to the living room. 

     EITHER WAY, Delores deemed Yegor a fine man. One who was not concerned whether the person he was casually visiting could speak in his native tongue or not. She appreciated how he came to Salvatore’s funeral and she also appreciates how he has come to visit her today.

      “You have a hair cut.” Delores comes to point out while handing him his cup of tea. “I first noticed it at the funeral, but I didn’t say anything. It looks very nice on you.”

[savedpeople]

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Send ❣️ to catch my muse under a Mistletoe! | Not Accepting | @fvrmidables​​

She catches him on his way out of the meeting room, a fistful of a leather sleeve that stops him in his tracks. Negan turns around in one fluid motion, Lucille on his shoulder, curious brows high on his forehead.

“Yes?”

The singsong tone of his voice is met with her clearing her throat, giving a quick glance above them and a nod before looking at him expectantly. Hazel eyes trail upward until he spots a piece of damn mistletoe hanging above them. He squints a second, thinking.

“Okay, I did not put that one up there.”

No, she did, she confesses, and his lips stretch into a wide grin. “Oh Sky, you sneaky girl.” He shifts closer into her space, amusement in his expression. “Not enough opportunities with the ones I already got hanging around, huh. Gotta be able to kiss me everywhere-- unless, wait... oh, shit.” He leans back, studies her before continuing jokingly. “You’re not tryin’ to snog someone else, are you? Gettin’ tired of kissing ol’ Negan? Just please tell me it ain’t Simon.”

She scoffs, but he sees the smile when she rolls her eyes and in the next second she’s yanking him down by his jacket and pressing their lips together. He hums into the kiss, keeps them together until he has to break for air.

Slowly pulling away, eyes flutter open again with a sigh and a satisfied grin. “Nah, you’re not ever goin’ to get tired of me.”

[cracknoir]

@fvrmidables​ asked: “You can’t go in there. No one is allowed in there.” rasputin + sky

     The towering man let out a growl, a creak from deep in his chest. Ash fell from the end of his oily hand-rolled cigarette as he inspected the woman blocking his way. “Who is going to stop me?” He spoke through a wheezy cough, “you are little girl.” He knew better than to underestimate people, but that became difficult when he had never been in a fight and lost. 

     Rasputin was not a patient man. He quickly pushed Sky aside as if she was nothing, his boot met the door, the lock flew off and threw splinters of wood into the air. The room was filled with confiscated weaponry, money, drugs, and even though he filled his pocket with a bag full of stolen jewelry, that wasn’t why he was there. No, they had taken something far more dear to him. He grinned ear to ear when he found it; a rather large claw-hammer. “I am going to bash some skulls. You are either with me or against me. Do not be against me.” 

[alexis-vaughn]

❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞ + bee

Her brows were still furrowed in confusion about the fact that this stranger intervened so bravely (or recklessly) in her little argument with these two shitheads harassing her in the cafe at plain sight. Did she look like a woman who needed to be saved? Did he really think she was helpless? Or did he really just was one of the good men the world had left? Well, probably these guys before wouldn’t have been so hot headed either if they would have known who she was or if her temper wouldn’t give her such a foul mouth which apparently made them freak and suddenly grab her face, but that’s what you get as a woman without your badge it seems. Fucking assholes.

And now her ‘savior’ was looking at her as if he expected a grand prize. Idiot. But why did it even make her flinch away as he wanted to take a closer look at her? “I’m alright.” she mumbled and stepped back as they were standing on the parking spot now after the tall black haired man got into that little fist fight for her. Maybe she just couldn’t process this kind of affection.

On the contrary to him she wasn’t the one being punched and still he was the one asking for her well-being, which definitely left her speechless. Why would he do that for her? For others his gesture must have been heroic, for her own pride it seemed degrading nevertheless and made her feel insecure, a feeling she didn’t have in a long time.

She was still trying to evade his look with her hair in front of her face, but she knew if she wanted to show some dignity and strength here, she had to face him and be at least thankful to not punish his good intentions with her bitchy behavior. Her eyes went up to the dark ones, noticing the little scratch on his jawline which made her frown. “You didn’t have to do that, you know? I’m a big girl.”

While scanning his face she tried to remember where she saw him before, cause her intuition never failed her and she would bet her ass that she noticed the dark eyes somewhere else. And not only the eyes, somehow his whole presence had something mysterious about it which would take your breath away and threaten to make you choke. Even as she leaned in without ostentation to inhale the scent of his skin, there was this rough smell she definitely passed a while ago. But where? And... was it really just a coincidence in a city like LA? Maybe. Maybe not.

“Listen, I respect your bravery and more people should have your kind of moral courage. But in case you just did that to prove that your dick is bigger than theirs to get in my pants, I politely decline. Thank you.” Sending him one of her fiercely glares to show off some respect for him, she kept her eyes on him until she turnt around. But still she hesitated to leave.

Damn, I could have been nicer. He only meant it in a good way, right? Do I really want to push someone away who just protected me? Am I that embittered?

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