Ok, decided for the most part after some debating: I will slowly remake a new dummy blog, with a new private URL. Build it ground up, then once it’s done, make the decision. :>
I might be considering a remake for the sake of a fresh start, and a new beginning and some new incentive to get interactions going.
I feel sluggish and stagnant here, and I always mean to do things here but coming here, I feel all processes halt.
I am really grateful for the 700+ followers I have received here during my inactive time, I really am, but at the same time it brings me a sort of strange anxiety and discomfort to log on and see I virtually received 400-500+ followers from inactivity/two drawings.
In a stupid way, I almost don’t want to move BECAUSE of the follower count. I feel I’d let a lot of you guys down, however I also don’t feel comfortable, so it’s sort of a catch 22?
This blog feels stagnant, uncomfortable, and difficult - even stressful in some light, which an RP blog should never be. I almost wonder if re-making might re-ignite a fire under my ass about being so gung-ho to interact.
It’s just a little fore-warning, something I’m debating. Maybe some opinions being tossed my way might help me sort this out? I don’t know, I’m pretty mixed up myself right now.
#x; tbd#x; curtains closed#x; update#{ honestly }#{ i was thinking of doing a post wipe }#{ and starting from a clean slate of }#{ a few pictures and handful of saved threads }#{ but like }#{ idk }#{ i feel old an irrelevant and like I've put my blog in a bad spot }#{ and i need to work to ... get out of it ? }#{ if you get what I mean }
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tarot card meme
send my muse one of the following..
- The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try
- The Magician: Something they’re very good at
- The High Priestess: One thing they wish they knew
- The Empress: A woman they really admire
- The Emperor: A man they really admire
- The Hierophant: Something they believe in
- The Lovers: A person who makes them very happy
- The Chariot: A place they’ve traveled or would like to travel to
- Strength: Something they struggle with
- The Hermit: Favorite way to spend a day alone
- The Wheel Of Fortune: Something they wish you could change
- Justice: A decision they wish they could do over
- The Hanged Man: A time when they wished someone would listen to them
- Death: Someone they really miss
- Temperance: Their ideal day
- The Devil: Who they talk to when dealing with big issues
- The Tower: Something that changed their life
- The Star: Someone they consider perfect
- The Moon: Something they fear
- The Sun: Their happiest memory
- Judgement: Their favourite song(s)
- The World: Their dream job
- The Criminal: Custom questions
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She’d finished her cup of tea not but moments ago, the loose leaves at the bottom of it displaying most prominently the bell and the swallow. Together, the two would signal a new lover in disguise - not that Karma played much with the deities of love. They were of no interest to her, but nonetheless… her attention had been drawn when the young man stumbled into the shop, directly crossing her line of sight. Patrons never drew her attention from her readings, save for this one day.
She’d made a mental note to come back the next day and see if the man would be there again. Karma walked to the counter to purchase a bag of loose coffee to take home for herself, her favorite dark roast. When she’d turned to the side to fish out her coinpurse, out fell a pristine oval of turquoise, followed by a pendant set with a large amber gem. She gasped, rushing to grab them to no avail. Looking up at the stranger, Karma’s lips parted in surprise as she took her stones back.
“Thank you, stranger,” she said with a smile. Her fingers lingered upon taking her gems back, thoughts drifting towards the morning’s divination. Bravely, she dropped the turquoise back into the stranger’s hand. “You – keep this for me? As a thank you. All I ask is your name.”
Jhin hesitated as he gazed at the woman, offering his hand and the items a little more obviously — only to have them dropped back into his hand? Not only had she lingered, but the smooth looking gem was left behind. He paused, lowering his hand and looking at it once more. She didn’t take it? Why not. His lips thinned and eyes returned to the strange woman, narrowing faintly at her bizarre request. Fingers curled around it. Bizarre, but he’d follow through, for as bitter of a man as Khada Jhin could be, he wasn’t entirely unkindly.
❝ I suppose I can do that for you, despite the peculiarity of it. ❞
The Actor continued to keep eye contact with her as he pocketed the polished gemstone. His hand remained in his pocket, finger tips still fooling with the strange gift.
❝ I am Khada Jhin. In return, I would like to know your time...Please.❞
All the while, tired eyes where kept narrowed suspiciously, and lips pursed into a thin line. There was something about this woman. Something... something strange indeed. Something that extended beyond her odd display of charity, and it bothered the man that he could not place a finger upon it.
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Casually twirls Whisper.
Approaching with a subtle smirk, the lady folds her arms before addressing the Virtuoso. “Showing off again, are you?”
❝ My dear Karma, if this, to you, is showing off, I cannot imagine what you’d think of the far more complex tricks I can do with her. ❞
There was nearly an immediate laugh offered as well, head tilting back in the process, before stopping the simple twirl of his gun, letting her rock a few times back and forth over his metallic finger before approaching Karma, letting her hang there.
❝ And if I am entirely honest? You did not strike me as such a simpleton. ❞
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【 It’s time to celebrate!】
I’ve reached 500+ followers! I am in shock in all honesty.
I started this blog a little over a year ago, left for a long hiatus, came back and slowly repositioned myself back into the community. I have met some wonderful people who have inspired me and made me feel apart of something so much larger.
I want to celebrate with all the people who have followed my blog, you are all wonderful, even if we don’t talk or interact, you are cherished!
{ ◯ THIS LIST IS IS NO ORDER AT ALL! ◯ }
@retribxttion // @purificr // @shadow–master // @afremovink // @icathianprophet // @soulofionia // @askleona // @kirinofionia // @code-thief // @icathiaism // @earthshaper // @stef-mad-arts // @soradorauniverse // @nbtalon // @ask-academy-akali // @hook-and-chains // @eciled // @masked-roses // @umbra-iustitia // @theshojinmonk // @mercury-hammercannon // @khadajhin-unchained // @themasterofwuiu // @wild–chaos // @hellwrath // @spooky-scary-maokai // @voidwhispxrs // @ask-wolf-who-watches // @thelanternwretch // @fortisumbra // @aeterna–caelestis // @dunkmastcr // @insatiablefury // @fox-eyed-twins // @exfury // @theblindboxer // @gxldendemon // @yearniing // @ask-a-lone-wanderer // @coragio // @communistofzaun // @beneaththeredmoon // @tantibus-aeternam // @ladybuvelle // @stained-with-scarlet // @frozen-flesh // @sass-the-dark-sovereign // @steel-fixes-all // @scarletgunslinger // @uncle-touchy-lich // @bigbadgumiho // @cervantestheferryman // @askthewolfandthelamb // @volatile-spider // @rcniinn
❝ Miss, you dropped, your... ❞
The Actor looked back into the palm of his hand. A quartz crystal of some sort, another rock he couldn’t identify, and a couple coins? A strange thing for someone to carry around. He held it out towards the dark-skinned woman, holding his cup of coffee he recently purchased close to himself. She looked as if she had dropped it searching through her purse. And from a peak, Jhin assumed that she had more than just this in there in the way of strange things.
Who...carried rocks with them wherever they went? It seemed counterproductive...
❝ — change. ❞
@soulofionia
code-thief replied:
Wait did someone said modern?
will smith poses my miserable child yes i said it it was me
frostcalled replied:
excuse me i hear him and caSSIOPEIA WERE GETTIN ALONG
OK 👏BUT 👏WHERE 👏SHE 👏AT 👏THOU
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𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕀𝕊 𝕎𝕀𝕊𝔻𝕆𝕄 𝕀ℕ 𝕎𝔸ℝ.
- re-established, independent roleplay blog for Karma of the League of Legends.
- rules and headcanons pages accompanied by standard lore.
- interpreted as canon-divergent.
- Multiple AU’s available. OCs accepted.
- Cross-fandom RP is great - if the mun is familiar with the fandom!
- Selective and mutual-exclusive.
- autoplay now available! Playlist available on request.
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someone: you're pretentious
me, sprawled out on a bed of roses, reading oscar wilde and sipping champagne: oh?
modern/actor Jhin au
- he was born in japan to two famous actor’s, and basically catered from birth to be an actor as well
- from a young age, he was taught Korean, Japanese, and English so that he might be able to act broadly across all languages
- he started doing theatre when he was 5-6
- he moved to america after several years of working in Korea being featured in k-dramas and now works as an actor in both TV shows and movies
- he’s only lived in america for about 5-6 years, but has travelled there frequently in the past
- he goes out ‘under cover’ a lot, though only having been living there for a few years, is usually unrecognised
- has had two past marriages he never talks about
- he is almost always out and about, be it at coffee shops or wandering around shopping
- he lies about his age - he tells some people he’s 25 and other people get told he’s 55.
- he can be pretty unintentionally bitter
- is actually a pretty nice dude, just takes awhile
- literally goes to the same coffee shop 2-3+ times a day.
- secretly fucking loves kids (and funnily enough can be quite good with them, but only in private, he must keep up his facade)
- fucking miserable
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“They hate me because I’m better than they are.”
“Idiot.”
Karma scoffs, purely disgusted by the Virtuoso’s statement. Was he really so blind? Was he truly that lost to his obsession? There was no hope, then. How could anyone think that what he chose to do was right? She had no clue. The duchess gives out a forlorn sigh, her hand resting upon her forehead and knocking her circlet askew.
“No man or woman of Ionia is better than another. Want to know why the people hate you? Because you’re a psychopath. A murderer. And no one can stop you, not even me.”
She hesitates for a moment, her gaze faltering.
“I am not sure if I could ever stop you.”
An almost alarmed look took the Virtuoso’s only visible eye as the slender man ceased his approach towards the Duchess. The metal hand was thrown up with bravado to his chest.
❝ My dear Karma! You dare call my art murder? Well, I’d never — ❞
With one long stride, the Virtuoso suddenly dropped his shocked guise, and drew himself closer to Karma, large, slender hands finding much narrower wrists, slowly curling the long, artistic fingers around her wrists. The Virtuoso near shuddered at the texture of her skin against his. The warmth, and power of her magic, pulsing against his own. Flesh fingertips hesitated over her very lively pulse.
The metal hand soon changed it’s destination, moving to ever so carefully readjust her circlet.
❝ I suppose all is well, even if you think my art is murder, seeing as you do know your place in these circumstances. Tell me, my darling Karma, how does that make you feel? The knowledge that, despite everything...You may never stop me? Me and my murder of your oh-so-equal people. ❞
Each time the term murder parted past the mask, it held such a disdainful tone. Murder. Murder! She called his artwork murder?! How incredulous of her. But her knowledge of her place, her state in this world, that salvaged her. Oh, hard Karma been anyone else, he might have had to make a demonstration of why she was so wrong in calling his artistry something so fowl. What country bumpkins with knives did was murder. He should never be compared to something so...lowly.
Metal fingers drifted, drifted...and gently traced along her deep, warm toned cheek, the flash of his gold fingers complimenting the rich earthy browns of her flesh. The red eye grew heavy beyond the mask, and an almost reminiscent gaze seemed deeply captured in them. A lofty sigh was given.
❝ But...is it that you cannot stop me...or that you do not wish to, dearest Duchess? ❞
The Artist tilted his head ever so faintly to the side, as he had drawn her finger tips up, resting over the ever-smiling white lips of his mask. A ‘kiss’ as it were, but whether it was sincere or mocking was difficult to decipher.