#verthandiwalking

[theaterism]

☆ @verthandiwalking / starter call.

A tin mug bobbed down the river and caught against a low-hanging branch near the shore. The current tugged at it, intent on carrying it along.

“Excuse me?” A call, hesitant. Edward stood in the river farther down, thoroughly drenched. Some of his belongings sat in a sodden heap on the shore beside his bag. The rest had either sunk to the riverbed or drifted away, though he was trying his best to grab them. He gave the stranger a shaky smile. “Sorry to bother. Um- would you mind tossing that to me?”

#verthandiwalking #|☽| edward ( architect ) #|☆| ic #(!! hello! thanks for liking the starter call!) #(feel free to let me know if u want something different!)

[eritvita]

🃏?

@verthandiwalking

He shuffles his cards in an idle passing, one leg dangling peaceably off his seat in a high, towering tree branch of friendly, gnarled bark. As he espies and shuffles his cards for that perk of amiable conversation, one of the cards falls down to the ground, face up.

The Empress, reversed. Roland points to it freely. “The Empress is a metaphorical Goddess of the Grove,” says he. “The opened Palm of welcome and bright, bursting flora onto the New World. To hath her flipped is a sign of societal isolation and thereto exhaustion: the Crossed Arms, the aching Foot and the closed Door of the loose hinges. Thou art hidden in caves and purposed to be silenced in emotional safety, goodly Folk.”

Send 🃏 for my muse to give yours a tarot card reading.

#!! hi! #verthandiwalking #notepad.

[mirroredshadows]

“You were crying in your sleep.”

"Well... that explains why I felt awful waking up..." He sighs a little and crosses his arms. "I hope I didn't say anything to make you worry though,"

The last thing he'd want is for her to be scared by something he'd said.

#;ic #;asks #verthandiwalking #:')

[the-expatriate]

PARI AND THE MUN!

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1710941

Stolen from @verthandiwalking​

#pari's fun and games

[altsmultimuse]

i saw @verthandiwalking​ do this and it looked fun so! yeehaw

picrew

#ooc;; Alt #not rp related

[nostomannia]

@verthandiwalking​ asked:

Do you know abt Mariusz Lewandowski's paintings?? They reminded me of Deity

I don’t believe I have! But looking at the art I do get the kinda vibes I want for Deity. It reminds me of something else I took inspo from but ngl i can’t remember what that is off the top of my head. Maybe I’ve come across these pieces, but just never by name. 

I think this one gives the most Deity vibes for me:

(I couldn’t find the specific name, if it did have one)

#Fawn speaks || ooc #reminds me of certain pictures of the King in Yellow tbh #That and that one horror game of a painter #Layers o.f fesr??? #*fear #thank you for showing me :O

[magioffire]

@verthandiwalking

Autumn arrived fast and relentless, breaking through the vernal grip summer held upon the land. The first leaves turned beautiful shades of green melding into vibrant yellow burning into furious oranges and reds. The streets were laden with a thick and nearly impermeable milky fog, consuming the streets of the sleepy city outskirts. Trees and houses rose up like figures out of a gloomy swamp, the mist spilling out of the streets and dissipating through the vast expanses of farm land and small, untouched greenspaces that remained.

A fae did a double take, as another creature passed him on the street, immediately humanoid, but with a strange, liminal sensation to their aura that mimicked his own. When he turned his head, he realized the being was staring back at him, perhaps she noticed the inherent strangeness that lingered around the two of them. Maybe what brought this unnaturally thick fog in, as autumn closed in, and the power of the Unseelie came to its absolute zenith.

    They stared at eachother for an uncomfortably long time, long enough for his glamour to shimmer and fray in spots, only for her eyes. Sometimes one needed to look upon their fellow supernatural, and simply show oneself for what they truly were. If only for a fleeting moment, before Vali turned, like he was about to walk away.  Instead, he crumbled up like a black bag, the shadowy approximation of himself tossed through the wind.

   This shadowy form floated about like a freshly fallen leaf, before finally the black ‘leaf’ found itself caught in the branches of a tree. The shadowy mass wrapped itself around the branches, reconstituting itself back into a humanoid being, far off the ground, where he felt safe. But he was also posing a challenge, a game of ‘follow me, figure out what I am’.

#ic. #modern verse. #heyo! thank you for liking the starter call! #lemme know if you need anything changed <3

[totallynormalmuses]

what kind of fanbase would your character have? [dj grooves]

tumblr segc man :((

im so sorry. but your character has an entire fandom that is h word for them. its terrifying. people would probably pay money for you to make an entire movie about that character so they can write fanfiction about them. not that they need the movie, they already have loads of fanfic.

what kind of fanbase would your character have? [henry stein]

it's just edit after edit after edit,,

either fans really simp for this character, or there's a lot of aesthetic scenes for this character. either way there's like 2 songs fans use constantly for these edits and at first it's kinda cool, but eventually, you grow sick of these songs. im sorry but they'd probably use mother mother songs :((((

tagged by: nobody ! i stole this like the lil bastard i am

tagging: @verthandiwalking, @the-expatriate (if u hvn’t done it yet ofc ! ) & anyone else who wants to do it ! 

#I------ #da grooves one terrifys me ngl hELP /hj #cuz i feel like dat would b tru if more ppl well #noticed him #which makes me kinda glad they dont lmAO #//dash games #( a word from our sponsor ) //ooc

[jfouler]

yooo jamie playlist starters / @verthandiwalking ♫

 "i fell in love with the idea that life had meaning to it." he needed to stop it, telling strangers of his woes… but why? not like they'll remember, or care. in fact, perhaps they're the best people to tell. 

"but that's all it is, an idea. we're all just sorta here by coincidence, right?"

#✖ ic. #✖ queue. #hope this works !!

[theaterism]

@verthandiwalking continued from ☆

A shopkeeper — disheveled and clearly annoyed — was pursuing the Florist. As he approached the duo to pass them, the Florist tilted their flowered sun hat so it concealed half their face. They also carefully slipped the stolen bag of roasted chestnuts from one hand to the other, keeping it hidden as well.

Then the other spoke, and all thoughts of danger fled from the Florist’s mind in an instant. “Riddles?” What a marvelous start to an unexpected conversation! The Florist beamed, already glad they’d chosen this person to help them get away with their mischief. “Oh, I quite like them, yes! Do you know any?”

#verthandiwalking #(!! hi the florist is already SO interested) #|❊| ( florist ) #|☆| ic

[rosegarden-society]

types of people: dnd classes

BARBARIAN: toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

BARD: homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

CLERIC: list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

DRUID: bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

FIGHTER: goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

MONK: always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweatpants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

PALADIN: school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

RANGER: herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

ROGUE: flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

SORCERER: infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

WARLOCK: knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long.

WIZARD: piles of books, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day. Stolen from @verthandiwalking 

#Hunter Ebbrell // Red Eagle #dash games

[starlightspun-archive]

11 - an abandoned church, for little ghost?

Send me a number/location and I’ll write a starter for our muses in that setting

The church was clearly old, untouched. Cobwebs and mildew hung is every corner, and part of the roof had collapsed from years - decades - of wind and weather. Weather such as the rainstorm the ghost had gotten caught in.

Incorporeal and unable to get wet, the ghost still didn’t like rain. 

As it drifted in though a hole in the wall, a glint caught its eyes. Behind the altar, gleaming as if made the day before, hung a cross wrought in gold and as tall as three men. 

The ghost drifted to the altar, clasped its hands, and lowered it head. There was only one thing it remembered for sure from life: The Lord’s Prayer. 

It sensed movement behind it, but finished praying before it turned around and arranged what was left of its features into a smile at the newcomer.

@verthandiwalking

#Little Ghost #Verthandi #RP #verthandiwalking

[dangerous-fiction]

"Do I ask questions or do I just help you clean up all this blood?"

watch me struggle to figure out how to do this sorry if it's weird lol

Host struggled, taking deep and shaky breaths. He may be an all-knowing entity, but he wasn't always the smartest of people. Blood dripped quite prominently from his face, bandages soaked through and making a bit of a mess of his face.

"It's quite alright, V.", Host muttered after a moment. He certainly shouldn't use his powers further, but he also didn't quite care. He'd clean himself up anyways, no matter who was there. He pushed himself back up to his feet, making sure his bandages didn't slip off his face. He'd rather not have a stranger see, thank you.

#verthandiwalking #the host is speaking #roleplay

[seraphicstrings-a]

@verthandiwalking​   from here

“I believe that’s a bit of a trick question when it comes to people who are not from here,” he chortles somewhat. “For you, there is sky and clouds above, and grass and dirt and rock and all else below. For someone like me, there may not be else but stardust and heat all around me, see?” 

Even so he shakes his head, resting his chin in the crook of both of his hands pressed together. “What do you think defines a good conversation, anyway? Is it the context? Or is it the deeper meaning? Or is it the person it’s with?”

#verthandiwalking #// that's fine! #// I think it'll be fun to have her recognize him a lil bit :3c

[are-you-dreaming-of-stars]

@verthandiwalking liked for a starter with Ash.

Ash was in one of his rare foul moods, and for once drinking alone in the back of a busy bar, and despite the busyness he seemed to always have another drink at the ready. Despite his mood the air he put off was not unfriendly.

#//ic #//ash #verthandiwalking #closed starter

[mirroredshadows]

📂?

In most universes Jay is very flexible, and in most universes he's athletic and a gymnast. He can do handstands and cartwheels, and has very good grip strength from all those trees and buildings he loves to climb.

#;about #verthandiwalking #thank you for this! :D