#everyone from my past os fucking rotten

[paintedhell]

goodbye good bye im tired of it all

Tired and tired and tired

I keep choking on you and I hate you

I hate everyone, everything

I burn to burn

Youre a wretched fucking coward

Turn tail and leave me torn to bits

I will never think of you, I will never taste your special brand of poison ever again

I am feral, rotten blood and ripped to shreds

I am the frond of a palm swaying in the wind

I am loam and all the decomposing debris underfoot

dont search for me, I'm gone.

#anger #fuck you #fuck everyone #dunno #if youre reading this fuck you and dont ever contact me again. #I dont care who you are #everyone from my past os fucking rotten #I needed you guys #and if you doubt it #lluvia

[ruleandruinrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, MINTY!

You have been accepted for the role of DMITRI ALEKSEEV. Admin Rosey: This was honestly the most difficult app decision I have made to this date. I read both applications over four times, comparing them point by point, sample by sample. I cannot emphasize how incredibly beautiful both applications were -- their prose was unparalleled, their potential even more so. My heart literally stopped, my breath was whisked away each time I read them over because it was as if I was reading them anew all over again. But Minty, I ultimately had to go with yours. You did so much in such a short amount of time. There were certain parts of your application where I felt my stomach tighten because even the prospect of Dmitri made me so nervous, so unsure. There was this certain frankness in the way that you wrote him that made him so unapologetic. Thank you for this wonderful application and welcome to the Rule and Ruin family! You have 24 HOURS to send in your account. Also, remember to look at the CHECKLIST. Welcome to Ravka!

OUT OF CHARACTER

ALIAS:  hi, friends! i go by mint. or minty. or min min. or ho where’s my reply so really the world is your oyster

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: that / it when i’m feeling deplorable but she/her most days.

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: pst and i work from home so from a scale of 10 to 10. i’d say a 10?

but i have friends (surprisingly!). and my mom can’t drive so she forces me out to buy crabs to murder from 99 ranch market. so some days i might be gone girl.

TRIGGERS: OMITTED

CURRENT/PAST ACCOUNTS: let my writing here speak for itself please! otherwise known as i haven’t been in a tumblr rp for over a year and my old accounts are uggo.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER: Dmitri Matwei Alekseev

WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?

Several traits drew me to him.

I. темнота (darkness)

When I read his bio I went, “Oh!” Then I continued along reading the other bios but none of them drew that same sort of “oh” from me. The admins of this group  sure don’t shy from character flaws which promises a really interesting game. Dmitri is a dark character. Not the darkest, of course, with a character in-game literally called The Darkling. But he’s up there. A lot of what keeps a social construct together is basic respect for other human beings and respect for the law. Dmitri makes a mockery of all this. That social decency that keeps everyone nicely lined up fails in constraining him. His edges rip them apart, and he ends up cutting into anyone close to him. Out of the cast in-game, he only respects The Darkling, and all everyone else gets is a front of politeness which quickly falls apart when he opens his mouth and bleeds with his words. Even princes are beneath him, because he considers weakening their resolve a show of weakness. Dmitri only answers to one man, because the lives of everyone else are worth much less than his. To him, everyone else is there for his amusement. They’re a game to him, and so he tries to move them around with touches, words, or threats as he sees fit.

II. амбиция (ambition)

I love driven characters like Dmitri. It’s not a trait I myself have. but it’s easy to admire strengths in others that you lack. Dmitri is cocksure and arrogant. Who can fault him for it when he ‘s capable of delivering? He could have sat spoiled in his parent’s home, but Dmitri chose to travel to Os Alta and cross the Unsea, just to make a name for himself. He wants to be–no. Will be the most notable Heartrender of his generation, He’ll do anything to ensure his notoriety spills over to the next generation. His name will be in history books. But unfortunately, his ambition blinded him, and he took his position at the Darkling’s side for granted. Now that he’s fallen out of favor, he’s still reeling from the lack of attention and he’s hungry to get it back. So he’s driven even more to outshine Altan and to prove his skill on every battlefield the Darkling sends him to, whether it’s a war or a bedroom. This passion to dominate has totally enamored me to him. He’ll crush a hundred hearts if it will get The Darkling to stop from turning away.

IV. очарование (charm)

tw sex mention

The guy’s a snake. But he’s smooth about it. It’s his face that hooks them in first. He’s got this way about him when he focuses on you, like you’re the only one in the room. After all, he doesn’t waste his time. He only approaches the ones that are worth his while. So when he closes in, you know you’re special. If anyone tries to draw him away from you, he’ll shake them off. It’s a sort of intensity that would be almost uncomfortable if he didn’t soften it with a curve of lips and the way he asks permission. “May I?” To stand by your side. “May I?” To slide his hand down your back and gripping your hips, pulling you into a dance. “May I?” To feed you sweets, his fingers coming away wet from your mouth.

But he only feigns politeness at first. The closer he gets to you, the more rotten his words. “You’re blushing. And I haven’t even touched you. How virginal.” As he corners you in empty hallways. “Would you like me to?” Teasing. Only to pull away and abandon you while wiping his fingers on his kefta. He isn’t above toying with your heart. figuratively and literally. If decadence could be harsh and edged? That would be Dmitri. I’m smitten with him because of it.

WHAT FUTURE PLOT IDEAS DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?

один - He will prove himself as worthy to be the Darkling’s left hand, of that he has no doubt. But it will be easier to earn if Altan’s reputation is cracked. It will be no easy feat. Altan stands solid and unshakable, and his reputation is one of dominating fear. However, Dmitri had crossed the Unsea and had only found euphoria. He doesn’t fear darkness or death because he himself is ruination. Finding a chip in Altan’s armor will be a challenge, as will sinking his nails in and digging until it gapes open enough for weakness to spill out. But he’s patient. He will throw test after test of Altan’s abilities, set challenges Altan’s way until the Shu eventually stumbles. Then it will be Dmitri who steps up to fill in the space to cover up Altan’s failure. Then the Darkling will have to finally hold out his left hand for him to take. Dmitri will accept it as his due.

два - Anton doesn’t deserve the throne. What Dmitri and Viktor share isn’t love, but even the Heartrender can see that the younger prince is the more worthy. Anton is a fox–wily and quick. But Viktor is the wolf–savage and strong, demanding his lessers to heel and grinding his enemies between his sharp teeth. What they share isn’t love, but Dmitri has nothing to gain from Anton, and there’s a glimmer of potential from Viktor. So he will offer a hand, if Viktor wishes it, in seizing the throne. Bastard is what they whisper in the dark, and if it’s sentimentality towards the family that’s holding Viktor back, Dmitri doesn’t mind being the one to slowly open the Pandora’s box of secrets the Lantsov family hides. It’s all well and good to fuck a prince. But imagine burying his face between the legs of a king.

три - Dmitri has no interest in thrones. What he wants it to be backed by the power behind it. It’s why he endears himself to both the Darkling and Viktor, the former ruling the Grisha and the latter having a hand in Ravkan politics. He wants to be free to play his hand with pretty chaos, wants to seize and stop hearts, steal the air from their lungs, and still crowds with fear from a single look. He mocks Iskra for trailing at the heels of a human. But I can see them having a bit more in common than they both think. I want him (if the Viktor player is willing) to grow more twisted and tangled with his relationship with Viktor. To reap the benefits of it, and despite himself, have thin threads of sentimentality, only for Iskra to notice and call him out for being a hypocrite. This will cause him to yank violently away from Viktor for a time. Their relationship might degrade into volatile sparks until, of course, they catch fire and explode in either violence or passion. Perhaps both.

On this note, I want to figure out why Dmitri has been slipping out of favor. Is it due to the Darkling being privy to Dmitri being in bed with a Lantsov? Or is the Darkling trying to see how far Dmitri will go to earn his approval? If it’s the former, Dmitri will abandon Viktor, but I doubt he’ll be able to stop himself from his usual flirtations with the prince, even if he refuses to follow through. If it’s the latter, I would like Dmitri to step further away from being human and closer to being a monster by committing terrible crimes for the approval of the Darkling.

WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTER DIE?: Oh my god. It’s that kinda game, huh. Bye!

I mean sure if you really, really want him to be dead.

IN DEPTH

IN CHARACTER PARA SAMPLE(S):

  один .     tw torture     The Fjerdan bows his head. The bones of his fingers are broken, and blood drips from his bottom lip and trickles from both ears. His tears, too, are red streaks down his chiseled face. When he breaths there is a rattling sound, like coins caught in his rib cage.     Already so broken and Dmitri’s just warming up.     “Is it my accent? Years in Ravka and I can’t seem to strip the Kerch from my tongue.” He raises his right arm, feels for the Fjerdan’s liver with tendrils of his power, and snaps his hand closed into a hard fist. The spy throws his head back with his mouth gaping open, empty of sound, a keening exhale of pain. Dmitri knows which organs cause pain, and which organs kill. He’s had plenty of practice.     “Listen closely.” He paces around the chair the Fjerdan is strapped to, stops behind him and brings his face down to whisper in that bleeding ear. “How many of you escaped with knowledge of the Sun Summoner? I need to make sure I killed all of them.” Words in Fjerdan, barely discernible, and the man spits on the floor. ”So you won’t make this easy.” Dmitri runs his fingers through the Fjerdan’s hair, grips the strands and pulls the man’s head back. “Good.”     два .     It’s easy to find iskra in a crowd. Not because of the prominence of Anton. He always finds her in spite of that, even when the prince is gone.     When he was a boy, he’d let loose his pet raven on his parent’s aviary to test it’s obedience. It perched on a faux maple tree and eyed the smaller finches and doves with a haughty sort of hunger. They clustered as far away from the black bird as they could, as if they understood that the raven was behaving for Dmitri’s benefit, but at any moment that control could snap and they’d be torn apart by that sharp, curved beak.     That is why he always finds Iskra in a crowd. She surrounds herself with soft, weak humans while she herself is a hawk. She doesn’t fit. She never will. Always the outsider even as she perches on their branches, the other birds scattering away.     He calls to her. “Iskra.” The name falls with heavy intimacy that he knows irritates her. “You have something right here.” He points to her throat. “Is it tight? Anton’s leash? If you wanted to be collared I would have accommodated you.”    He stands too close, speaks too intimately, and he repeats, “Iskra.” When she finally looks up, he holds her gaze. He won’t be the one to look away first.     три .     tw sex     He places his palm flat on Viktor’s chest. Some hearts beat rapid and weak, like moth wings. Others quickly like a rabbit’s when he touches them. Out of anyone he’s ever stripped down and spread, Viktor’s beat the most solid and strong, a fighter’s heart, as if he considered even this intimacy a war.     “Your majesty.” He purrs, kissing the inside of Viktor’s calves. “My prince.” His mouth slides soft, up Viktor’s knees, stopping to sink his teeth in those muscled thighs. He wants to bruise and leave that part tender, so when Viktor’s walks down the halls he’ll feel it, stabs of pain to remember him by.     So tempting, to make it quick and take Viktor into his mouth. But he moves higher, his chest pressing Viktor’s legs apart and he kisses the ridges of that hard abdomen. He whispers, “My king.” Laying bare the prince’s ambition in private. He feeds that hunger for blood right on purpose, because Viktor’s appetite thrills him. Dmitri may lay with lambs. He may lay with beasts. But it’s this prince with his teeth bared and jaws snapping for the throne that is his favorite. Without a doubt the most fascinating. Anton will kiss and serve his diplomacy with a sprinkling of sugar, but it’s Viktor who will hold his knife-tongue to their throats and threaten to cut.     Like the Darkling, that pursuit of power is what tethers Dmitri to Viktor’s side. Dominance always, crushing the weak. A world at war is cruel and Dmitri thrives in the company of those who will survive it.     He promises, “If you ask nicely, I’ll lay bodies at your feet. I’ll kiss you while I do it. So you can feel it on your mouth when I kill. I get cold, and I get very, yery hard.” He strokes Viktor then, between the legs to make his point. “Just say it. Command me, Viktor. We’ve already fucked each other raw. There’s no need to be shy.”

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

- While others dread trips through the Unsea, Dmitri relishes it. Aside from the front lines against the Fjerdans and Shu Hans, nowhere else can he lash out with his power without tethers. Once they escape the darkness there’s a visible thrill on his face and he proudly shares the amount of volcra hearts he’s stopped. The Unsea is proof of the power of Grisha. How one of them can bring an entire nation to it’s knees, a slow bleeding death of resources as Ravka is cut off from the coast. It inspires Dmitri to be the same–a name feared for his power. Should the Darkling’s true history ever come to light in the game Dmitri’s loyalty won’t waver.

- He is fond of interrogating. If spies are caught, Dmitri always volunteers to drag the truth out of them. Sensitive to the palpitations of a lie, he mercilessly tortures and picks apart his prey until they beg to confess, for it to end, for their bones to stop cracking and to stop drowning on the blood in their lungs. Either they confess, or they die slow. Either way there’s no chance they’re leaving that small cell alive.

- He has a very mixed reputation among the Grisha. Either you love him or you hate him, but rarely are any of them ambivalent towards him. Dmitri either focuses on you like a hawk, or he doesn’t care to waste his time on you at all. The latter is your best bet. If it’s the former, his attention is either savagely sweet, or a slow and lingering cruelty that takes it time picking you apart.

EXTRAS: none i just found this group five hours ago i’m so sorry

ANYTHING ELSE? OMITTED

#accepted #accepted: dmitri