House of Lord Jonah // Mun: Dorian // Slavic // +18
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Youarebeingobserved - Don't Struggle, Please - Tumblr Blog
The figure pulsed and bounced and rose in the corner of the room watching Sebastian thinking slowly. The nerves blooming across his body pushing information sluggishly, down like a dull, unfunny slide. It wasn't a fault or a flaw, it was just a process that Jonah saw so many times, it was something humans were going through and that was fine and valid and important. So he was standing there hanged in the moment noting the anger and disappointment, all ranges and hues of emotions but no joy or hope. He smiled sadly even if his face remained veiled.
"I would say" the other took a step forward and then another, shadows twirling to embrace the silhouette dressed in the black suit. "That the will of life is the last thing one can call pathetic. And that fighting to stay over this thin line of life and death is one of the most natural things one can do." the intruder said, calm and collected, finding a place for himself on the chair by Sebastian's bed. Was this chair there before? Was it clean and not hidden under the layers or bottles and old, unkempt clothes? That wasn't essential, especially to the quiet figure. "I'm not death dear one and I am not coming to collect your soul. Do you know that?"
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Sebastian didn’t know what to do, it was as though his entire world was a rug and it had been ripped out from under his feet, sending him spiraling down, down, never to reach rock bottom of the unending pit of darkness. He spent his days in bed, trying and failing to sleep, unless he had passed out at the end of the night before, drinking himself into a coma, waking up, or more often, getting up, around nightfall and going until he finds a bottle of something alcoholic and starting the process over. Jim had been his entire life, and now he’s gone at his own hand and hadn’t taken Sebastian with him the way he had so often assured him he would. Because there is no Sebastian Moran without Jim Moriarty. Just a broken, shell of a man.
Honestly being tagged in things makes me so happy because it's like ??? you think of me? you remember me? wtf I don't even remember me sometimes
Rp Call
Hi! I'm a little bored but also quite inspired so if you'd like a starter, either fresh piece of a paragraph or ask related to any rp meme you have uploaded recently, like here!
Melancholy fell upon the room like the web of a spider, thinly threaded and shimmering in the light. It was an elegant type of sadness, one that creates the dent of a body in well used sheets and one that paints the room with blues and browns and faint oranges when sun shines through curtain not to be open ever again. It was a sorrow that despite the romantic touch and sweetness of a last kiss, was deadly and this death was slow and agonizing.
He nodded. And with the nod he seemed to rose, his body wrapped in black suit of an undertaker seemed to be enlarging, blooming and contouring in foreground of darkness to the point Sebastian couldn't comprehend where and when the strange creature begins and where and when it ends. It however leaned his face, blank sheet of a pale but healthy in color skin and the voice echoing through the air that was different in tone and pitch, changing rapidly with every sentence. "I can see how your body faints when you rest alone in this large bed, how only product being digested by your system and circulating in your veins is strong alcohol, slowly stripping your brain from its cells. You miss and you long and that is natural and the sorrow will be flooding you for a long time. But, Sebastian Moran, do you think your lover would like to see you in such a state?" he asked and the room filled with a memory of a smell, perhaps a cologne perhaps a bare skin and soap that soldier could recognize so well.
Jonah nodded once more.
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Sebastian didn’t know what to do, it was as though his entire world was a rug and it had been ripped out from under his feet, sending him spiraling down, down, never to reach rock bottom of the unending pit of darkness. He spent his days in bed, trying and failing to sleep, unless he had passed out at the end of the night before, drinking himself into a coma, waking up, or more often, getting up, around nightfall and going until he finds a bottle of something alcoholic and starting the process over. Jim had been his entire life, and now he’s gone at his own hand and hadn’t taken Sebastian with him the way he had so often assured him he would. Because there is no Sebastian Moran without Jim Moriarty. Just a broken, shell of a man.
The phantom stood there not moving a muscle but the world around him seemed to vibrate just like sizzling air affected by desert heat. He was watching carefully although his blurred, deprived from eyes or nose or lips face couldn't tell Sebastian anything essential, just the feeling of a gaze on his body reassured him the spectre was indeed interested in him.
One could say that the lack of the any face features could bring dread upon the toughest men, but Jonah was not the one to tread with those so called "tough" perfectly balanced specimens. Sebastian didn't care of his shape or of his presence and if he had to be just a queer hallucination, so be it. "My name is Jonah, dear creation and I come to watch over you. I mean no harm, quite the contrary, i care of your being. Speak to me, please." He knew what was happening, of course he knew, but soldier's own words were much more important then his the most logical knowledge.
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Sebastian didn’t know what to do, it was as though his entire world was a rug and it had been ripped out from under his feet, sending him spiraling down, down, never to reach rock bottom of the unending pit of darkness. He spent his days in bed, trying and failing to sleep, unless he had passed out at the end of the night before, drinking himself into a coma, waking up, or more often, getting up, around nightfall and going until he finds a bottle of something alcoholic and starting the process over. Jim had been his entire life, and now he’s gone at his own hand and hadn’t taken Sebastian with him the way he had so often assured him he would. Because there is no Sebastian Moran without Jim Moriarty. Just a broken, shell of a man.
He watched him, as he watched every of his creation. Every weary soul, screaming and struggling or silent and given up, every layer of a brain and every membrane of suffering was taken into consideration when Jonah was in power. And this time he was hunched over his desk in a study filled with broken, ill-fitted oddities observing the line of a body, once so healthy and filled with life slowly rotting away, unable to fall asleep. How many hours did he already lay like this? And with this question embedded in mind he appeared in a corner of a room, an elegant man, dressed in black suit. A blurry image, rather an obeisance to the proper creation of The Almighty then anything else. "Sebastian Moran." he spoke calmly, his voice soft and pleasant.
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Sebastian didn’t know what to do, it was as though his entire world was a rug and it had been ripped out from under his feet, sending him spiraling down, down, never to reach rock bottom of the unending pit of darkness. He spent his days in bed, trying and failing to sleep, unless he had passed out at the end of the night before, drinking himself into a coma, waking up, or more often, getting up, around nightfall and going until he finds a bottle of something alcoholic and starting the process over. Jim had been his entire life, and now he’s gone at his own hand and hadn’t taken Sebastian with him the way he had so often assured him he would. Because there is no Sebastian Moran without Jim Moriarty. Just a broken, shell of a man.
Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
There was a nod, polite and calm as he listened to other's explanation, unseeing, unrecognizable face trailing the cabinet with never ending curiosity. "That indeed sounds like Danielle" he noted finally, taking a step closer to the elegant although, mostly in his company, dorky and sweet man.
"Would you like one?" the voice echoed through the room, each sentence dancing in different pitch and tone, almost as if he was borrowing them.
youarebeingobserved:
The man looked like a peculiar, dull in color smudge on a lens of camera. He stood average in height but that and the color of hair and clothes were the only features one could make up from the layers of moving, blurry images covering his façade well from unwanted gazes.
His head turned toward the source of a sound with clear curiosity. “Hello, dear. Now, what did she do?” the shadow of a man asked politely, trailing the closet with his gaze between turning to Hades. Exquisite he was.
Smirking at the question about their friend, the other’s nearly adopted daughter, he groaned softly, running a hand through once neat salt and pepper locks. “What didn’t she do? The unsolicited sex advice got to be a bit much, I threw candy in there and something to read, she’ll be fine.” He smirked, hiding the devil’s trap that was keeping her in the closet. “No kiss?” He pouted playfully.
Send me “ H E L P ! ” for My Muse ( Ask Reciever ) to find your Muse ( Ask Sender ) in a secluded place, injured and alone.
Send me “ I H E A R Y O U ! ” for Your Muse ( Ask Sender) to find My Muse in a secluded place, injured and alone.
(For example: They find them in a deep Forest; OR in a cave; OR by a abonded, lonely street; OR in a old ruin…)
The man looked like a peculiar, dull in color smudge on a lens of camera. He stood average in height but that and the color of hair and clothes were the only features one could make up from the layers of moving, blurry images covering his facade well from unwanted gazes.
His head turned toward the source of a sound with clear curiosity. "Hello, dear. Now, what did she do?" the shadow of a man asked politely, trailing the closet with his gaze between turning to Hades. Exquisite he was.
@youarebeingobserved liked this for a starter. He was leaning against the closet door, waiting for his lord and love. Ignore the banging, its just Danielle being grounded….again. Two days on this site and she already was causing trouble. Hands reaching toward his, he smiled up at him. “Hello there.”
Lord Jonah, The God of Insanity and Guardian of Struggling
Muse
Bio: When VIII century Israeli prophet Jonah was thrown away from his ship during storm and swallowed by gargantuan fish, he never came out quite the same. Passed in the monstrous organism of a sea creature he was brought back to life by the Almighty and was crowned to be a God-martyr taking care of those who struggle mentally, both humans and supernatural beings.
- Watches severely mentally struggling people, sometimes helping, sometimes destroying, always being by the side of those who are giving up on their life, whispering his pleading to give it another chance, and by those who in wave of rage take life from the others, watching, observing, cherishing. - His distinct shape and look cannot be recognized without his clear approval. Without it he's a blurry shape of a man clothed in black - In his free time he enjoys taxidermy and articulation. He is a collector of pieces he finds beautiful or interesting.
Mun
Hello, my name is Dorian. I have quite a few years of experience in rping although I am coming back to this fabulous community after around 1,5- 2 years of break. I used to rp as Ryszard Sanchez (Z-029), Omen or Mr Winter.
Slavic and tired. Art and Nature.
Hello dears. Welcome on my new rping blog. I have been absent for a very long time here on tumblr but i am looking forward to interact and write with all talented and fascinating people out here once more.
Soon I will publish Muse’s info.
~ Dorian