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Nea Karlsson

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Nea Karlsson Roleplay Blog from the DBD universe. Third Person Literate. Header by adrenaliine.
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The fire crackled before her, and the sickly, damp chill in the air was thick. She looked over the empty logs around her. It had been so long. They had lost so much. Who they were, what they stood for, what they had once fought for.  She could feel it fading--that golden feeling which she’d forgotten the name of--the reason she’d pushed even after death. She could feel emptiness taking it’s place. She looked down at the pieces of her skin which the spider-god had touched. 

They nearly consumed her whole skin with their ember-like light.

She had forgotten her own name, she had forgotten the names of the people who should be there with her. Many of them had gone. She’d seen it in the faces of the new hunters. A woman who killed with the use of vines and leaves, a man who hunted with the birds, a leader gone lost, and a hunter faster than any of the others. She laughed softly at the thought. 

They had been hard to finish, but now, with no escape, there was nothing to drive her.

She had fought for a long time, alongside the newest hunters, before they disappeared into the fog. 

She knew the talons reached for her, and she didn’t fight. So much time struggling, so much time fighting, for nothing.  To prolong this game, to feed the monster which held us here. To torture ourselves. Torture.

Burn.

Die.

They had fought so hard, so long, against the talons which now stroked her cheek so tenderly, grasped her gently.

She didn’t even remember her own name, maybe she didn’t care enough anymore to try.

The spider-god lifted her from where she sat, cradling her like sleepy child, as empty blue eyes stared up to the sky.

It’s coming.

You can’t stop it.

I’m not going to try....

She was being whisked away to become what she hated. To turn to one of the monsters she had fought, run from, and tried to break. She was to be twisted against herself, to be used for the spider-god’s purpose, to be an instrument of torture for the people she had once called friends, once called allies.

She would be used to break them.

There wasn’t enough of her left to feel pain. There wasn’t enough of her left to care. She had once screamed to the moon of how she would never break.

And now she looked to that same moon, unchanging, as she clung to her last breaths of life that were her own. She barely made a noise as she stared, completely shattered, completely hopeless. Broken beyond repair.

Don’t break. 

Don’t lose.

Don’t let it win.

Her final thoughts before the talons pierced her soft stomach and tore her open, emptying the woman of all she was, all she’d ever been, everything that had been human, everything that had been weak.

She was torn apart time and time again, pain an old friend, as the spider-god twisted her to it’s own design.

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akingmixer

an rp guide to making drafts more fun and less stressful

if you’re like me you tend to stockpile replies like you’re preparing for the apocalypse, and there are times when i look at that large number (across multiple blogs whoops) and wonder WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE I WILL NEVER DO ALL OF THESE.

BUT FEAR NOT. i have compiled a list of tips i’ve gathered over my 13+ years of rping that have made chugging out responses as stress free and fun as possible. take them or leave them, i hope you find some use in it!

       1. never ever EVER EVER give yourself a “due-date” DON’T DO IT. PLEASE DON’T. I MEAN IT. you can set a goal, that’s awesome. say, ‘hey! i want to get x amount of drafts done today’, but don’t ever tell yourself you HAVE to. this is a hobby, for FUN. when you go into your drafts with a due-date, you go into your drafts with initial stress and if you don’t meet your self-determined quota you’re going to feel bad and you should never feel bad when you write for fun. when you sit down to do drafts just tell yourself, i’m gonna work on these today and see where i get. as long as the only concrete goal you give yourself is to try, then you’re already on the right track!
       2. first thoughts, jot them down! when you go to draft your posts/like it/save it/whatever you do to keep track of your drafts, you should try to jot down a few “first thoughts” before you do so. this is just something i do personally, it’s always helped me out. when i get a reply from my partner, before i go to draft it, i make some bullet points where i would respond; my muses initial internal reaction, possible dialogue, and my muses initial external response. even if you come back to it a week later and take a gander at the reply in your drafts, you can gloss over what you wrote down to try and bring some inspiration back for the reply. you can change your mind, keep it the same, whatever. it just helps brings you back to how you first responded to the reply and spark some creativity.
       3. respond in the order you want to, not the order received this isn’t a job at the local diner, you don’t have to rotate drafts like FIFO (first in first out.) your reply isn’t going to ‘spoil’ the longer you have it in your drafts. if one draft jumps out at you more than the other, DO THAT ONE. your rp partner will (they should) understand muses can be fickle and you have preferences. when you force yourself to do a draft, it tends to come out less than stellar, or not like you wanted, and you’ll just frustrate yourself further.
       4. when you DO decide to sit down and write drafts, get comfy! listen to music? like white noise? need some generic background noise? put that shit on! even if you’re responding mobile in class (shame on you) or at home naked in your bedroom, try to make yourself as comfortable as possible. me? i prefer silence or soft ambient music in the privacy of my room, but that’s just a preference. i tend to write better when i feel the most comfortable. 
       5. TALK TO YOUR RP PARTNERS!!!! trust me i doubt they are going to mind if you head into their im/skype/inbox/whatever and ask questions you have as they come along. if there’s something in their reply you want clarified to help you in yours, ASK! even if there’s no question, i highly encourage you talk to who you’re writing with, especially for longer, more plotted threads; it’s no secret that you tend to write better with people you know/get along with. ask them to chat about their muse in that specific setting, maybe talk over a couple possibilities in the near future, get some inspiration just by chatting. i understand for some of us, talking with others we don’t know is a daunting task, but just try to remember we’re all here for the same reason; we want to write, and have fun, and be creative. the worst thing someone can say to you when you ask for feedback or input is ‘no’, and tbh if they say that then i think you’ve dodged a bullet lmfao
       6. PRAISE YOURSELF for the love of god don’t be ashamed to say HEY I DID ONE DRAFT TODAY GO ME. even if its one out of 100, you still DID IT and that’s AWESOME! the more you congratulate yourself and the more you believe in what you create, the easier creating more will be. 
       7. don’t be afraid to back out of some things this one is the hardest for me to follow, because i love everyone i write with and i tend to not want to let go of threads. but if there’s that one draft you constantly look at every time you try to get some done and it just makes you sad because you’re not sure, you’re never sure how to respond, maybe it’s time to move along. that feeling effects your overall mood and tends to make writing for other drafts more difficult. DO NOT FEEL BAD WHEN YOU DO THIS, DON’T YOU DARE. think of it more as…putting it aside for the time being. you can always revisit that particular plot/scenario at a later date, and your rp partner will understand. if they don’t, if they pressure you to keep a draft that only proceeds to upset you when you go into your drafts, you do not need to write with them. repeat after me, my lovely creative nuggets, you do not owe anyone anything. you don’t. i repeat, THIS IS FOR FUN. this is a hobby. you are not getting paid and unless your rp partner is paying you by the word, do not let them control what you reply to and when. 
       8. don’t be afraid to start NEW things don’t punish yourself. i see it all the time, people joke about having too many drafts and yet they do starter calls, reblogs memes, whathaveyou. THATS OK STOP FEELING BAD ABOUT IT! if you need some creative juices flowing, and your drafts don’t look appealing, then reblog that meme! ask for some starters! as long as you keep writing, inspiration will find you in time, i promise. 
       9. HAVE FUN. i’ve said it like 89745974 times but i cannot stress it enough. rping is for fun. it should always make you feel better, not worse. if it takes you two days to do 20 drafts, or two weeks to do 1, that’s ok. the more you worry about ‘losing followers’ or interest in your muse, the more stressed youre going to make yourself which in turn makes focusing harder which makes writing harder and then your drafts contiue to sit even longer. it’s a vicious cycle we all fall into sometimes, and that’s ok. just because you’re stressing about it doesn’t mean you’re terrible, we all do. just TRY to recognize the signs when you’re doing it, and pep yourself up. talk to someone. maybe just chat about your muse with a friend if you can. if you get drafts done by the end of the day, great! if you don’t, you don’t, and that’s ok too.
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Jake was fervently pacing back and forth, tugging at a particular lock at the back of his nape, anxiety driving him up the wall and back and forth, his other hand thumping and twitching against his pants leg. If a doctor had come in there at this moment, he would probably give Jake a horse tranquilizer to calm him down.

Nea had jumped of a building evidently a bit too high, and she ended up hitting her head very hard and nearly immediately falling into a coma. Her first week was optimistic, she had limited brainwaves but she appeared to be getting stronger, improving daily. But, nearing the end of the week, she started slowly getting worse, her vital signs dipping and her brainwaves dipping as well, before eventually disappearing completely, as she was declared brain dead.

Fastfoward to the end of week three, and Nea was completely reliant on life support.

The doctors were talking about taking her off life support, and her parents had agreed to it. Today.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye, he didn’t want to say goodbye, it was just like Aleah dying all over again. It’s why he couldn’t sit himself down long enough to say anything coherent to her. He hadn’t planned on stopping, until a noise at the window stops him. He turns to see a crow banging its beak on the window pane. He really hesitates on opening the window, but he ends up doing so, the memories of Hell and the Entity smacking him in the face like a hot wave of death.

He creaks the window open, and the crow eagerly flaps inside and lands on her chest, and Jake feels the immense fear of losing her well up in his chest, and he rushes forward to grab the bird, holding the avian tightly in his grasp with wide eyes and muttering over and over. “…Please don’t take her, please don’t take her, after everything don’t take her.”

Death is not an Escape. 

He didn’t have time to ask the voice a question before the crow slipped through his grasp as a shadow, and entered Nea’s chest.

She sprung up out of bed and smacked up against him, screamingly loudly. At least her lungs work just fine.

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@calmspirited:
The sudden leap in the steady beeps that had been emanating from the heart monitor turned from comforting and reassuring that Nea was awake and alive to a source of a fright when Nea obviously became unsettled, the monitor taking off and sounding a brief alarm until Nea managed to calm down enough to reel her frantic heart rate back in.
He wants to never let go when she hugs him back, no matter how much she cuts it short, he wants to hold her and keep her close for the rest of eternity- which might actually be a thing if that crow was right my God-
Hands idly tracing patterns onto her back and spine, he tilts his head and gives her a quizzical look. “You don’t remember?” He pauses to allow her to think and respond, if she has a proper one, before shaking his head and telling her altogether. “You were out with some of your friends, and you decided to jump off a building, and… you didn’t stick the landing. You knocked yourself into a coma.” He watches her facial expressions carefully, using his not- so- grand facial readings skills to determine just exactly what was going throughout her mind.
She looked to be taking it well considering everything, until the doctor opened his mouth.
“You’re very lucky, Ms. Karlsson, you were due to be taken off life support today. It’s a pure miracle that you woke up, you were brain-dead.” Jake might’ve growled at the man, he was so not ready for Nea to hear that yet. Now he’s got to tell her that her parents decided to pull the plug on her.

She squints, trying desperately to remember what had happened before she’d lost herself in the abyss. It must be obvious on her face that she can’t remember a thing, as Jake tells her what exactly had happened. She grimaces at his words. I didn’t stick the landing? For shame, Nea, for shame…

It was the stranger’s voice that really snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked to the doctor as he spoke. She listened carefully, before she went blank.

Due to–What? She feels Jake growl at him beside her, and she looks back to him with questions flooding her eyes. Brain-dead? What does he mean? Who was– Fear makes genuine tears well in her eyes, however Nea is swift in wiping them away, the feeling of the darkness clinging to her body slowly dissipating. “Jake, what does he mean?” She asks, her voice low and rasping, seriousness coating her tongue.

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F.M.K with all the surviors- go.

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Dwight: “Marry. Can’t just leave the poor guy hanging.”

Meg: “Uhhh.....Sorry, Meg, no hard feelings....Kill.”

Claudette: “Marry. All. The. Way.”

Jake: “Fuck. Maybe marry someday.”

Myself: “Kill. Please. End me for all eternity, I don’t wanna go through these trials anymore.”

Laurie: “Eh.....Sorry, Strode, that’s gonna be another kill. Can’t see ya in that way.”Ace: “Meh, marry. He ain’t got access to my bank account though, like I’m that stupid.”

Bill: “Ah.....Sorry, Farfar, you’re another kill, I don’t think I could put up with you sharing my bed.”David: “Fuck, but only once in a blue moon.”Feng: “Marry me, please?” The Swede begins making puppy eyes.Quentin: “Sorry kid, ain’t comfortable with bedding you yet. Let’s make it a kill, for now.”Tapp: “FUCK YOU, BITCH. YOU SIX FEET UNDER. SORRY NOT SORRY.”Kate: “Please god fuuuuck meeeee.”Adam: “Kill.”Jeff: “Kill.”

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Anonymous asked:

Have you ever knocked a locker over with someone in it? (lmao dumb question)

“Never knocked one over myself, buuut I’ve heard a certain someone has knocked one over with two people in it.” She winks, a grin marring her face.

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Anonymous asked:

Nea, you got any...dark secrets? c;

“Oh, of course I do, dearest.” Karlsson purrs, a grin pulling at the corner of her mouth, as she leaned back against one of the barren trunks surrounding the campfire. “Care to hear one?”

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otherwindow

Feng Min: haha ggez salty noob killer hope you clip through the map xd Laurie Strode, who’s from the year 1978:

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Nea: Happy birthday, Dwight! I’ve got a gift for you. Tonight, until the stroke of midnight, I will not make fun of you in any way. At all. No matter what. You deserve it.
Dwight: Aww, that’s so sweet! And my gift to you is a cray-cray night of funky, funky fun!
Nea: I fear I’ve already made the biggest mistake of my life.
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