#unfinishedbusincss

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[blackflcgs]

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“Me? Could ask the same of you.” Ed bounces back easily, barely phased by the sight of a face he never thought he’d see again. But it’s a good question. As far as Ed knows, there’s nothing on this little shit-hole island. It doesn’t even have a name.

“We’re careening,” comes his answer, mostly because Izzy’s still lurking beside him. It’s the same lie he’s told the rest of his crew. Sure, the crew is in fact careening the ship, but it was just an excuse to make landfall here in the first place.

“The men are on the beach,” he gestures vaguely over his shoulder, past the trees. “Can’t miss them.” What he means is she can catch a ride if she wants. However, Ed was in the middle of searching for something. In any other circumstance he might be annoyed, but finding Anne Bonny on some remote island? It’s enough to sidetrack him.

Curious, “Your turn.”

@unfinishedbusincss

[hvbris]

@unfinishedbusincss . 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

A short, strange moment floated between them. Standing in the shadows of towering trees, with thirst parching her mouth, and a hunger for victory twisting her entrails, Cassia stared at Riley. A girl she once called a classmate, a friend, perhaps. The arena was filled with it. Friends that wanted to kill her, friends she was supposed to kill.

She had managed to get herself weapons at the cornucopia (a knife and an ax) out of sheer madness and rage. Cassia used to be such a sweet girl, what happened to her? She had blood spatters all over, now.

But the frantic violence of the cornucopia had passed, and in the strangely quiet woods, Cassia whispered a word she hoped would bring her a little bit of respite.

"Allies?"

[sacrificialmaiid]

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? " (Bloody starters from ya Mistress ;) )

Milena might as well accept that she's done for.

The blood that pools in front of her sluggishly is worth much more than her own -- the highest grade vintage that had poured treacherously from the neck of the crystal bottle leeching out into the plush fibres of the Persian rug spread before the fireplace in the Lady's chambers. Two crimes committed in one fell swoop - the rug ruined and the wine spilled.

It's a special honour, she's aware, to be permitted to bring the Countess her evening drink, but Milena's hands have not been steady since she accepted work here at the castle. Oh they can carve out her signs and they can embroider and they can scrub and polish like nothing else -- but they do so with a shake in them that could almost be called chronic these days. Tonight, her nerves and her clumsiness had gotten the better of her as the toe of her neat, polished little black shoe had caught upon the rug and she had tripped, first smashing the bottle and then landing hands-first in the mess.

She had thought that she might be lucky, considering that the Countess had not yet been in her room when Milena had arrived with the bottle, but the sudden dry question originating from behind her had quickly put a stop to that train of thought.

Milena's head snaps upwards and with a look of abject horror, she struggles up from her hands and knees, standing rather unsteadily.

"My Lady--! I..." She wants to cry, but she's too afraid. She's too terrified, even, to feel the sting of the crystal shards buried in her hands.

"Please forgive me, it was an accident, I-- I was so terribly clumsy." With a whimper, she bobs almost comedically and begins to reach for the broken pieces of crystal still scattered across the floor, only then seeming to realise that half of the bottle is imbedded in her soft palms.

@unfinishedbusincss / lady dimitrescu

[tatteredxsails]

🦉 ---- What's the wisest thing your muse has ever said? Are they often that way?, 🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic?, 🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all? (for all cause it's only like 3 questions lol)

Oh dear. I probably won't go for the secondaries but for Ed and Stede, sure!

🦉 ---- What's the wisest thing your muse has ever said? Are they often that way?

Edward is a genius, but doesn't drop gems of wisdom on the day to day... in large part because he keeps a lot of his thoughts to himself, preferring to play cat and mouse. And it makes him look even smarter.

Let's go with "I don't have to touch you to hurt you". Sure, that's wisdom.

🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic?

Do not touch this man unless he has initiated physical contact. If you're someone he's close to or interested in, then he is more inclined to be physically affectionate and even hug. If he hasn't initiated that contact first, then absolutely not.

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has?

He doesn't, until he has to -- and then he drops and sleeps basically exactly where he is. Even when he's moping, he's not actually sleeping. He's more just paralyzed in place. Izzy is very well acquainted with Ed's piss poor sleep habits and is usually the one who either stands guard over him or ushers him somewhere he can safely fall asleep before the moment happens.

🦉 ---- What's the wisest thing your muse has ever said? Are they often that way?

Stede missed the notice that wisdom was being handed out and subsequently showed up three days late.

🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic?

Yes, within reason! He prefers tight hugs over light touching, but is freely physically affectionate with friends and family.

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has?

He needs his beauty sleep. He tends to actually go to sleep rather late, and so stays asleep a bit later into the day. He sleeps on his back, and can be a bit of a bed hog. If he's not fully spread out starfish style, he sleeps with his hands awkwardly tucked under his chin. He needs almost complete darkness to achieve the level of sleep he requires.

[smokedanced]

@unfinishedbusincss said: 10, 21, 23 (mun talks about a munday topic)

send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics    /    ACCEPTING ↷

anons :: I love anons! Whenever you get attention from an anon (sans anon hate), it feels like someone cares enough to interact with you without even taking credit for it for themselves. Like, if someone sends my muses something to respond to on anon, it’s only for me; it’s not like they get to write their muse responding for it. So it makes me feel like someone extra likes my writing. I myself mostly send out praise on anon, if I have something nice to say about someone/their blogs. I like to do it on anon rather than with my name attached so that people don’t feel like they have to praise me back, also it’s just nice to secretly watch them respond and get happy about it, without having to acknowledge myself into the social interaction. Disclaimer, I don’t feel like I have to praise people in return if they praise me off anon, but I know a lot of us here have social anxiety issues and thus that’s probably a common feeling.

your current RPC another RPC you’re no longer part of :: I’ve always been all over the place with crossovers, so I don’t feel like I am nor have ever been a part of any fandom specific rpc. I don’t follow people based on them being in my fandoms, I follow people based on their rules being compatible. So, I don’t have a sense of what different fandom rpcs look like, because I cherry pick people to make sure my experience on my blog is good, and that I have nothing that makes me feel negatively on a common basis, on the dashboard. I very freely block people if they add individual urls on their DNIs or reblog callouts or psas that focus on personal drama or whatever fictional things people think others "shouldn’t" roleplay. So... I feel like I’m a part of the same rpc I always have been and that it will always remain the same regardless of what muses I write?

[oceanbreathessaltyx]

There was an attempt at a fight, but the boarding crew’s immediate cutting down of three deckhands swiftly quelled the resistance. From there all Charles had to do was stuff a matchstick under each of the captain’s eyelids. He’d lit them and presented the man with a simple choice: let them burn, or state where the goods were stored.

He’d chosen the latter.

Now that captain is knelt on the deck with the rest of the crew of the ill-fated merchant ship, restrained and guns trained on them. Charles circles them. The ship is silent save for the wind and the sounds of his men dragging loot across the gangway to the Queen Anne.

His attention lies with the opposite side of the vessel where the smaller, nimbler Revenge is tied. Blackbeard’s figure cuts a path across the gangway and Charles bristles. Charles lead the tracking and taking of the prize, but here’s the captain, his banner flying above the Revenge commanding the moment.

It isn’t a slight, but Charles feels slighted. He shouldn’t care. It doesn’t matter. With Blackbeard’s whims as of late, these men won’t be recounting the tale.

He strides to meet Blackbeard when he steps aboard. “Silk and fur traders,” he says by way of reporting the cargo. When Blackbeard looks at him Charles’ discontent is swept away by a nameless thirst he swallows down with the clench of his jaw. “I’ve a team sweeping the hold for supplies to refit.” All the eyes are on Blackbeard. Of course they are. 

Charles nods in the direction of the prisoners. “What're we to do with this lot?”

@unfinishedbusincss

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    ‘ 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. "𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞."  

                        ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐩.  ( @unfinishedbusincss )

        𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 as she drapes her arms around Anne’s shoulders and settles in against her neck —soft lips planting kisses just where the pulse is. Her poor girl — she can’t begin to imagine the expectations that come with fame — how much of oneself is given away to achieve success. It’s true that Anne’s music sounds different here than it does onstage. Both are beautiful , there’s no doubt about that — but Marin thinks she much prefers the songs that speak Anne’s truth rather than trying to reflect the world’s back at them. She never cared about the world, or the fame — just about her.

      She wants to tell her lover as she kisses along her jaw on a slow and tantalizing path to treasure that she understands. Nestled in Anne’s lap, curled against the warmth of her body — Marin feels safe. From everything. It’s not a feeling she’s particularly used to; but it it is one that is precious. She pulls back, just before reaching a pair of lips that she desperately wants to kiss — her own lips parted and eyes a little glassy. She will always hold the place in her chest that rests under the warmth of Anne’s hand for her. Always give her the space she needs to exist outside of expectation and people screaming her name (okay, there, Marin can’t really make promises — )

      "I’m lucky then,” she says softly, shifting a little in Anne’s lap, which causes the faded old band tee she’s wearing to slide off of one shoulder as she places a tender kiss to Anne’s lips at long last, “The world is really missing out.” Her arm slides gracefully down, and Marin strums her fingers gently against the guitar at their side. “But I don’t mind being a little selfish with you when you’re mine.”

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TEN FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS!

I'm doing 10 characters I don't already RP just to spice things up

padmé amidala (star wars)

mary hamilton (dctv's batwoman)

vi (arcane)

carol danvers (marvel)

rain ocampo (resident evil movies)

vanille (final fantasy)

sansa stark (a song of ice & fire)

death (sandman)

anna lightwood (shadowhunter chronicles)

alanna of trebond (song of the lioness quartet)

tagged: mercilessly stolen tagging: @asoulofstars @starsinshadows @percentstardust @shieldrevive @nomanslannd @w1nterwolf @unfinishedbusincss @forwardlion @liightsavior @hellmartyr

[imprvdente]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!!

NAME: Chloé

PRONOUNS: she/her

BEST EXPERIENCE: every time I get to create and develop a meaningful dynamic/plot between muses! And the amazing friendships I have thanks to tumblr rp ❤

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord, because Tumblr IMs are so wonky and buggy, and I always miss messages.      

MOST ACTIVE MUSE AU: The Hunger Games AU ofc 👀

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS:  On Tumblr, 3/4 years. Overall rp experience is more like??? 15 years lmaoo 

RP PET PEEVE: when I'm plotting with someone and the other person isn't contributing at all. Plotting is a two people job, and I'll eventually lose interest if I feel like I'm the only one that's invested.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots plots plots!!! Without a plot, I find that threads tend to fizzle very quickly and run in circles. I'm always open to plot from a meme reply, but I always prefer to have a plot.     

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I think it depends on the reply? Like if it's a very fast-paced action scene, short replies work better, while with some other scenes, something long allows for a better exploration of the muses' feelings. Still, my minimum is usually 2/3 para because I like to describe things, but I can also write much longer things. Basically, I think flexibility is best! I prefer something short with a lot of things for me to reply to, than something super long but with only one line of dialogue for me to reply to.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Not really? Except for Fish's fascination with the ocean, I'm really not like her. I guess we're both friendly people too, but other than that, she's really different!

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[maligns]

what does your heart look like?

haibara  //  iced over, out of the sun.  Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

sylvain  //  a cage with iron locks.  You are an enigma. You take care to remain that way. You aim to keep people guessing; your motives are uncertain even to yourself. What is it you truly want? You’ll never know if you keep your heart locked away like that. You deserve to be known, truly and fully. Stop being afraid of what you might find if you open your heart up to self-reflection. Stop thinking that no one will love you the moment they understand you. You are more than the facade you put on.

mephistopheles  //  molten lava and charred flesh.  Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

rosado  //  a guiding, golden light.   Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

tagged by: @deathfavor ( tysm!! ) 

tagging: @briarborn ,  @csmistcres ,  @alealueur​ ,  @ubiquitousidol​ ,  @unfinishedbusincss​  +   anyone who wants to do this !

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.    (𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟎%)   

                        ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.  ( @unfinishedbusincss )

       𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 — salt clings to his throat, makes it scratchy, though he’d never admit it. His normally soft curls hang wet and limp, framing his face as leftover water forms a puddle around him. That was fucking close. The ship will take half a lifetime to repair after getting slammed with a cannon. They’d won the battle, of course. Westley’d known that they would with or without him. But the blast had sent the first mate straight into the goddamned water. Ships can be repaired — but, loathe as he is to admit it, there’s only one Izzy Hands. Westley’s tunic’s come loose and hangs off of one freckled shoulder. “God,” he says, coughing and flipping his hair back, “That must really fucking suck for you.”

[blackflcgs]

Anne sent:

❛   We are just alike. You’re as alone as I am. And we’re both alone without each other.   ❜ 

Ed’s never liked shore leave. His preference is to spend as little time as possible on land. He sleeps like shit at camp, and more than a day of sitting idle has him itching to get onto the next.

Settling in at a tavern to drink himself blind is the best he’s found to deal with it.

“What?” Anne’s comment makes him giggle. “You’re drunk.” He’s drunk. Ed picks up the bottle he’d bought them to refill her mug. Nearly misses, but manages to get the liquid where it’s supposed to go.

He leans back in his seat, tilting his head back as he swallows the contents of his own mug. “Don’t know what you mean,” that’s a lie. So are his next words, “Livin’ the dream, me.”

@unfinishedbusincss

[blackflcgs]

Izzy sent:

“I felt so betrayed by you. Betrayal was the only thing that felt real to me.”  

The half-empty bottle in his hand smashes into the wall, missing Izzy’s head by a wide margin. Ed decides to blame that on the low light in his cabin rather than the fact he’s been drinking since morning.

It doesn’t matter because Ed’s already on his feet and across the room, slamming Izzy against the wall before he can even register making the decision to do it. 

“Listen here, you turncoat piece of shit,” he growls. Izzy wants to talk to him about betrayal? “You sold us out to the fucking Navy, bought me like a fucking slave, and I didn’t bitch about any of it. If you were anybody else, you’d be fucking dead. You get that, right?”

Obviously he does, because where else would Izzy get the idea he can talk to him the way he does? He tightens his grip on the front of Izzy’s shirt. “You think I won’t change my mind, is that it?”

@unfinishedbusincss

[blackflcgs]

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“Mate, we’ve always been one bad day away from swingin’ at the end of a rope.” There was a definitely a time when Ed cared. He can’t recall when that stopped, but who gives a shit? Nothing matters.

“Wasn’t talkin’ about Stede anyway. You’re the one who keeps bringing him up.” Ed does care that most conversations with Izzy turn into an argument. Sort of. He swears they used to get along sometimes.

Whatever. Ed still likes to fuck with him, because Izzy’s a funny fucker. At least that will never change. He smirks, eyes bright with mischief, “It’s like you’re obsessed.”  

[hvbris]

TEN FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS.

Jimmy McGill - Better Call Saul

Coriolanus Snow - Hunger Games

Annabeth Chase - Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Ripred - Gregor the Overlander

Shauna - Yellowjackets

Eowyn - Lord of the Rings

Dwight - The Office

Elizabeth Bennet - Pride & Prejudice

Sophie - Howl's Moving Castle

Villanelle - Killing Eve

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