#rcppled

[grapefruitey]

It wasn't hard to read Joel, but what were the chances that he was just nervous to be out on the ocean? It was an amazing sight to behold. Crystalline blue stretching for as far as the eye could see. And who knew what was below them? The fun of the ocean first appealed to her but it was the mystery that really captured Rosalie. She moved to stand next to him and observe the water lapping against the hull.

"Now I wouldn't want to start an argument this quickly into our journey but how can there be a dead zone?" He was obviously intelligent and she didn't need to go into the academic reason why that was impossible. "I've got the sonar you requested so we can take a look. I'm wondering if you have some theories about this supposed dead zone first." Rosalie looked down at the water curiously. She had two sets of scuba gear ready as well but the idea of diving into empty waters was somehow less appealing than if it were shark filled.

"So, funny story.." Yet the tone, that slight quiver of nervousness, says otherwise. This whole 'story' is foolish, if anything. A method of obsession — even self-destruction given how terrified he's become of the vast blue sea. Joel makes an attempt to swallow the anxiety down. Smile like nothing's the matter and only curiosity was at play. But his throat clicks in unease and he grows more pallid by the minute.

"Normally, there's always something living and swimming in any given area of the ocean, right? Like, at least the tiniest feeders or cool looking coral or some sorta crustacean.. That's just the thing, though. From here to about..." A hand raises to shield his eyes against the glaring sun. "There— there's literally nothing. It's just.. empty. Full of water still, but like.. some sort of dead zone."

[tewwor-moving]

Have you ever considered writing a book or several about your muses? Seriously your writing is incredible and your world building blows my mind and I'd selfishly love to see it all in print one day.

hello?????? operator, i’d like to report a flash flood made of my tears— this is so sweet???? but in all seriousness, i did at one point! wasn’t about these goonies here, though. have a nautical / deep sea horror theme over on @rcppled that i had a general plot idea for but i’ll be honest. i really don’t have the attention / work ethics for it 🥲

[huntershowl-moving]

@rcppled​ said:

ohhh h h raine hold onto your HORSES 'CAUSE I'M HERE WITH THE COMPLIMENT EXPRESS MAIL.

first of all, you, as a person, are lovely. simple as that.

secondly, seph, as a concept / creation / everything is wonderful and so incredibly detailed it's impossible to NOT be in awe.

thirdly, the world you've created with such complicated relationships among npcs and other writers on this cursed platform deserves at least five standing ovations!!!!!!

fourthly, the range? hello, YOUR range??????????? true, gut wrenching angst, cavity inducing fluff, kickass action— YOU'VE GOT IT ALL!!!!!!

beep beep compliment juice ( accepting )

RO I AM SO GENUINELY BLESSED TO HAVE MET U. GENUINELY. thank you so much for taking the time and effort to write this, i am going to save it and look back on it literally whenever i start to feel down. you are so amazing and your characters are all SO lovingly crafted!! we’ve done so much lovely plotting and writing together but i cannot wait to do even more :’) i am always finding new things to love about your characters. 

[warrioroflondonbelow]

rcppled asked: " mcdonalds is two minutes away. what could possibly happen here in four minutes that hasn't happened in the last six hours? " (ezio)

stake-out mission prompts: ACCEPTING

II @rcppled

“Lots could happen in just four minutes!” remarked Richard, putting his binoculars down for a second to school the other a rather shocked look, like a child who was just told that Father Christmas didn’t exist. “I once knew an uncle whose house almost burned down ‘cause he left the stove for a wee bit... I mean, he managed to put the fire out, thankfully... But ye’ get wha’ I’m tryin’ to say! My point is, lots can happen in even under a second. Look, we can get food la’er. Now do ye’ want tha’ reward or not?”

[recordsstraight]

@rcppled || Mizuki 

Death wasn’t a new concept to Mizuki, and it certainly wasn’t the last time that she’d experience it. Though that didn’t make it any less painful of an experience. All that remained of her was a pile of lava that continued to burn and bubble days after her disappearance, the crust cooled enough to fool anybody unwise enough to attempt to touch it. Around the pile, ash had formed from what had been of her old body, and while she had no true idea of why it was her death was more ... dramatic ... than others ... she was still acutely aware of something within her that wasn’t quite normal compared to other’s like her.

Bursting from the crust of lava, Mizuki’s hand slapped against the ground, pulling herself out slowly, almost painfully. The moment her head broke the surface? She took in a deep gasping breath, coughing out what ash remained in her lungs as she drug herself onto the surface, lava dripping from her skin to reveal that not only was she entirely unharmed ... but buck ass naked on top of it.

[incogniiita]

{ ✴ }   ︎——    ❛ AH --  HEY !  SORRY  I UH --  ❜  words trail into breathless puffs, vi attempting to catch her breath as she adjusts her shoulder bag across her torso.  ❛ whew !  getting over here was, quite the journey ! ❜  she attempts to laugh off with a light grin, hands placing themselves upon her hips, lungs still heaving from swinging across three whole districts of new york in a hurry after dealing with some pesky trouble involving way too many goons and access to an unfortunate amount of construction vehicles and machines.  but even with her speedy journey, she was still  late.  / @rcppled​  liked a starter from one of the spidey girls !

[onlyoddities]

• closed starter // @rcppled •

There had been no prior thought. No calculated plan that bubbled in his head, awaiting the right moment to strike. His actions were nothing except instinct, a primal response to danger. Claws dragged down until they struggled to move, snagging themselves into delicate flesh. Nose scrunched as teeth found an anchoring point in the predator’s shoulder, burying themselves with feverish conviction. The force alone made jaw ache.

It was of that no concern to him, though. If the other desired blood, it would not be drawn easy. A low, aggressive growl rumbled out of his throat as the taste of cooper began to flood his maw.

[romancemoved]

✨❝self.❞ 🌙 clarence & vi.

✨ @rcppled​. asked 🌙 “ no one ever helped me when i needed it. so, i just. try to do my best to keep others from feeling that kind of loneliness. ” meme. still accepting!

❝That's really wonderful, Clarence. Are you there for yourself, though? You didn't mention being there for yourself.❞ They'd been working on eating through the leftover food Virote had made of the course of a few days. A lot of ham, for some reason. Fried rice with pineapple and ham, ham and steak, steamed rice with ham, and so on. Off to the side was an unopened bottle of chilled seltzer water, soda, and some sake that Virote had been nursing on for the past fifteen minutes. ❝We're all making sure to rally around the people we care about so they can experience love, belong, joy. All of that stuff.❞

He took a hefty sip of the sake, remembering that he didn’t like it lukewarm. While grabbing for the colder seltzer water to mix in, he continued on, occasionally casting a glance across the table at Clarence, who seemed to at least be enjoying his plate. ❝But... After you're done taking away loneliness from others, like... Can you stand there, by yourself, and say that you're taking care of yourself just as equally?❞ He might've been projecting a little with that question.

❝When people talk about pouring into others, their cups are usually still empty. Are you that kind of person? You might not be. I just might be making a few leaps about you. I guess I might be talking about my own experience. As a child, I felt so helpless, so I... I grew up to be a helper. I still can’t help myself, half the time. After helping time is over, I always sit by myself. Wonder if I’m actually being my own helper. Most of the time, I conclude that I’m not. That kinda sucks. Man... Kylie Jenner was right. We’re all realizing stuff.❞

[amelorates]

punisher prompts @rcppled​ "the billboard said “the end is near.”& "- yeah, i guess the end is here." ( okiedokie uwu / joel looking from the billboard to that dude's house )

At the very end of the white beach, hugging the foot of a cliff, is his house.

The wooden planks have long turned gray with weather and wear from the elements, fibres sticking out, becomes a skin, of sorts. It wasn’t always this, but now it is. The years will go by and the sand will shift and move and stir and his house will become more rock than anything. One morning he will awaken and his bed will be made of stone.

Now he stands in the sand wrapped in fabrics the color of the walls. He’s long become this place.

“Are you. Being funny?” 

An eyebrow twitch. He repositions his grip around the cane he is leaning on.

“You can turn around. And leave.”

[prophezeiung]

@rcppled​​   ›   avaley

          “ this  isn’t  my  order. ”  there’s  no  reproach,  it’s  simply  the  statement  of  a  fact.  curious  eyes  fixate  the  server,  there  might  even  be  the  hint  of  a  smile,  but  if  so,  it’s  merely  a  challenge.  it’s  possible  that  peitho  lies  —  she’s  reliable,  after  all,  for  deception  has  always  had  a  role  in  persuasion.  it’s  late,  the  light  from  within  the  diner  is  so  clearly  in  opposition  to  natural  daylight  that  it  makes  the  night  feel  even  later  than  it  might  actually  be,  and  the  space  feel  liminal  with  two  non  mortal  beings  across  from  each  other.  still,  the  woman  must  be  tired.  for  the  night,  or  maybe  in  general.  “ would  you  prefer  to  go  home?  your  shift  must  be  ending  soon. ”

[haunther]

“ i’m so sick of spending these lonely nights training myself NOT TO CARE. ”

@rcppled​​ ♡’d for a lyric-based starter ( ft. nyc ).

[musezieren]

@rcppled​​ plotted starter

Black cat, warm cat, soft cat. Purr Purr Purr.

It had been only a few days ago when the black cat had woken up in an unfamiliar place. Though... everything felt unfamiliar and strange, their memories wiped out entirely. Their small body hurting. He didn’t trust the person who had picked him up at first. But he neither tried to run away. He just stayed at the place, was picky about the food, and as the days passed on had made pretty sure that he was the boss of the cat gang that had grown around the yummy smelling man.

Now though? Now after a few days the black cat jumped onto the bed right beside the pub owner. Kneading the mattress and then curling up as close as possible. Just laying there and falling asleep while purring.

Letting go of their anxiety, though, had a kind of unwelcome side effect. Vigilant before, he didn’t fall asleep deeply enough to change forms. Trusting and deep asleep, it came naturally. So instead of a black, fluffy and green-eyed cat, a human was sleeping in Danny’s bed. Calmly, and with a slight smile on his lips. Luckily, he was not in the nude at least. Instead, he wore a black turtleneck, and comfortable trousers, that reminded of his fur and matched his hair.

[dxsole]

@rcppled​ | Liked For A Starter

He refuses to budge. People have started to complain that he can’t just sit in the middle of some prime real estate on the beach and expect others to just walk around him— but he did. And he would whack anyone that dared to try and make him move. His insistence and refusal to move is much like that of a cranky child. “It isss the turtle.” He begins to explain to the first sensible person who has decided to ask why he won’t move.

“I wasss asssked to watch her young.” Between his criss-crossed legs was indeed a disturbance in the sand, a small pit with sand-covered eggs laying within. “I have been ssstationary for 14 sssunrisesss now— I will not be ssswayed.”

[incogniiita]

{ ✴ }   ︎——   ❛  A  DARK AND STORMY ... GRAZIE. ❜  khal murmurs towards the bartender with a smile and a wink.  form turning as elbows now lean against the counter.  careful eyes observing the scattered crowd amongst the bar.  a figure then approaches at his left.  a sudden spark of generosity washing past as he reaches into his jacket pocket.  placing down a twenty dollar bill as it’s slid across the counter.  ❛  keep the change.  drink’s on me.  you look like you’ve had a rough day ...  ❜  he states, a light smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. /  @rcppled​  liked for a starter from khal !

[romancemoved]

✨❝reassure.❞ 🌙 clarence & vi.

✨ @rcppled​​ asked 🌙  “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ”  meme. still accepting!

Clarence picked an interesting time to swing on by without warning, while Virote was busied in his kitchen. Five seconds away from a bi-weekly emotional breakdown. He had twenty minutes before his winter melon soup was done, so he stayed at the table and sat there in a near catatonic state as Clarence tried to get a positive reaction out of him, and suddenly he felt so silly he could hardly stand it. Virote didn’t know why, but he started crying, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and he didn’t know what to do. Not while someone else was standing there. No, he thought, I’ve got to pull myself together because this shit's embarrassing, but the more he thought, the more he felt stupid for acting this way. ❝Don't you have something else to do? Let me be alone and dumb in peace.❞

This was usually a show for his therapist to see in the confines of her office.

                   ' You’re  not  alone. You’re  stuck  with  me  forever. Sorry. '

❝Shut up. You're so annoying,❞ Virote said, trying to muster at least a modicum of venom while straightening his face, even though his voice was nasal from crying, and he was still swallowing sobs. At least he could find comfort in the pot of soup cooking on the stove; the smell of ginger and ham and onion weighed heavy in the air. ❝What are you here for, anyway? I'm not in the mood for your shit. If you wanna stay, pull up a seat and try to act normal. I’m kind of having a moment, if you haven’t noticed.❞ 

One more disgusting sob and he finally relented. ❝... Thanks for being here. I’m sorry.❞ There we go. That’s better.

[emilesmuseassemblya]

12 - 15!

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses.

12.  what’s the weirdest thing that has ever inspired you to make or pick up a muse?

I think that over the years,  a lot of things others might consider  ‘weird’  have inspired me to pick up certain muses or create OCs,  but that’s such a subjective term for me that I’m unsure…

Anything can inspire art.  I often get inspired by books and movies I already love,  but sometimes you already get inspired enough by the lyrics of a song,  or a single quote,  maybe even just one line of dialogue … some of my OCs are based on dreams or traumatic memories I’ve had,  but some are also just inspired by the shape of a cloud I’ve seen or a dog - friend my dogs and I made while walking in the park.

(Sorry,  that got rambly.)

13.  have you ever not gone through with playing / adding / making a blog for a muse because you’ve feared no one would care about that specific muse?

Not really?  I always end up playing the muses I’m interested in somewhere,  even when not on Tumblr.  I do sometimes take them off when no one interacts with them after a long amount of time,  though,  but that’s usually to create space for new ones.

14.  if you see that a friend of yours has just made a blog for a muse you were planning to play, will you still make the blog?

Yes!  I am of the mind that every interpretation is different,  so that wouldn’t withhold me in the least.  

Unless maybe this friend has requested for me to not take up the same muses,  but if I’m being honest;  I think I would be a little weirded out by a request like that.

15.  which muses of yours have currently very dead fandoms?

It depends on how dead you want to go,  but from  ‘deadest’  to  ‘a little less dead’  it goes:

Charles Reed,  The Sinking City

York Morgan,  Deadly Premonition

Joseph Oda,  The Evil Within

Saul Graves,  Dream Daddy

Joseph Christiansen,  Dream Daddy

And,  while most of my other fandoms also have pretty small RPing communities,  their fandoms are far from dead.