On the note of shipping, I like writing smut and I appreciate it very much. I'm ace, but I'm not sex repulsed and I'm comfortable with writing the naughtiness all day long, however, I also don't mind not writing smut.
You don't like the smuts? One word and maybe a couple of reminders (I have the memory of a goldfish, sorry) is all you need to do and I will respect you both for doing it and for being honest with me, because it takes courage to say it in the actual RPC enviroment, where it seems everyone is afraid of communicating and having healthy relationships with their partners.
We can do fade to black, have random interruptions, time skip, implied context, all that good stuff that says "yes, they had their sexy time" and "no, we're not exposing this", I'm completely comfortable with this, all you need to do is tell me and I'll be completely on board with it.
I may play it as an "it happens" thing, but when my partners don't tell me anything about their writing preferences towards this sort of content, then, drop like three or four threads when things get to it, without saying a single word to me, I start to notice the pattern and often times don't think it's the smut that's the problem, but myself. That my muses are boring, badly written and that I'm just a bad partner in a general way, specially because there are times I try to talk it out and see if my partner is still interested and the answer I receive is the dreaded "It's in my drafts", which the gray mass in my skull understands as "I lost interest in your muses and I'm dropping you", which isn't true, but that's what my messed up psyche understands.
So, please, don't be ashamed or afraid of telling me that you prefer to fade to black, that you're not comfortable writing smut. Feel free to repeat it to me as many times as you want, I'll even give you one of those megaphones connected to giant boomboxes to yell it at me if you need so to feel comfortable. I have partners who aren't fine with writing smut and I respect them very, very much (LioxTim and NatxDioxJay are examples you'll see more often on the dash, but there are others), it doesn't diminish our ships, it doesn't make them any less important or less precious to me, I love all my ships in equal measurements, all it means is that I'll be careful to don't make you feel uncomfortable, that I'll do my best to be a better partner by remembering what you like and dislike.
My liking for writing smut is nothing compared to my liking to write with my partners. It'll absolutely always be smaller than my love for simply having interactions, writing angst or fluff or even small moments of our muses together. So, if you don't like to write it or just don't feel like doing so, tell me. Tell me and I'll just skip to afterwards or even open a new thread.
I'm a shipping whore and I'll never not be a shipping whore, I can bend backwards to make ships happen, however, there's one thing that will make me give up a ship and that's when I feel the other mun is dropping all the weight on my back. Meaning, if there's no ooc communication and I sense that my muses are the only ones doing something in a thread to move it forward (bringing questions up, planning things, having any sort of emotion etc), I'll drop the ship as fast as I drop hot iron.
If I feel there's no real investment from the other mun, I'll openly talk about it with them a couple of times before giving up. I'm not carrying a ship all on my own, if I were up to do it, I'd be writing fanfic, not role-playing. And yes, I'm chill with waiting for replies and I'll totally flood your inbox with asks and such, but I require some maintainance, because shipping is a two-way road.
this is your daily reminder to comunicate with your RP partner!
because people make mistakes. because sometimes there's misunderstanding. because they might not know something they say is bad for you or because it's simply a bad day.
nobody like confrontations, but it's about time we all grow up and through some rough and heavy talks in private instead of closing our eyes and act like we're all back in middle school.
“but what if i make them uncomfortable and upset?” chances are you will.
chances are both of you will be upset. chacnes are both of you will have to take a moment to readjust your thoughts, calm down and then move on.
but is this any better than being upset for things left unsaid, and possibly remain uncomfortable anyway? at least by talking there’s also a big chance for things to get better for both parties.
Last mission was harder than Dionisus expected and he came home bearing some of the consequences of what happened, nothing life threatening, but still, it'll take a couple of days to disappear from his back, chest and shoulders. At least his bosses said he can have some days off to recover properly, so he's sleeping on the couch, shirtless, with his face buried on a cushion, and hopeful that nothing comes to disturb his rest — in doubt, he still has his blades attached to his arms though.
#》ooc #//should i bring the scumbag of a man who hurt dio to the blog? #//or should i just leave it be? #//🤔🤔🤔 I never played an abusive fu*ker before #//it could be a good experience to try
Can I get a set of threads where Dio meets and befriends someone when they were children, but then they lose touch through the years and meet again when both are adults?
#》ooc #//bonus points if they become lovers when they grow up
Similar to the Brotherhood Of Assassins Hidden Blade, the Corvix Blade is a weapon for stealth that can be used in close combat, the main mechanism has the blade slide in and out of it's sheath according to how the wielder's muscles flex and relax. His model has been modified to be slimmer and more sensitive to the smallest of gestures, so he can wear them even under a long sleeve shirt and no one will notice, but also has a shift mechanism to change between cutting blade and taser blade, a compartment that douse a thin layer of poison over the cutting blade, and a small hook plus loads line for balancing from heights. Dio often wears two of them, one on each wrist.
He has a number of concoctions on his belts and hidden pockets when in Corvus gear, but in his civilian self, Dio also likes to keep sleeping salts at hand. It's a good way to get out of a pinch without causing a scene or setting an alarm off.
Emilio: brass knuckles and pocket knife.
Let it be known that Lio doesn't like to carry either of these itens, but he knows it's necessary due to his associations in life. He's a Rosali and his family's past condemns all of them in one way or another, so self-defense is something he learned from an early age, even before he was handed to be cared by Dio.
He'll use these only in extreme cases, if he sees there's no other option around, and to protect others, but never to intentionally hurt other people.
Felipe: firearms with silencers and hunting knives.
In a general way, Felipe doesn't really mind which weapons are available around, he'll use whatever is at hand, even a needle can become an effective killing tool when placed in his hold. However, he's always shown a certain preference to avoid hand-to-hand fights due to liking to stick to the shadows and stealth. So, for such reasons, along the years of serving the Templar Order and of traveling the world, many times going to the wilderness, he became an avid user of firearms in general.
He carries a handgun loaded with rubber bullets and a knife nowadays, but in the past he'd use lethal munition, even projectiles covered and substances, and when forced to go in for close combat, he'd have his Corvix Blades on.
The sea of people who ran from the other exhibit rooms to the outside was enough to point the blond man to where he needed to go, but their panicked screams certainly made him understand the urgency of the situation, and when the person who had hired his time was pulled by everyone else, he made his way deeper into the museum.
The closer his steps got him to the source of the commotion, the more his whole body resonated with whatever was in the room, it summoned his golden marks out and it took a lot more of concentration to hide them under his skin. The sound of a fight going on also had every single reflex he had going overdrive to a point where he had to repeat to himself that he wasn't supposed to cause lethal harm — not anymore at least.
When a door to the other exhibit room broke with the body of a masked hero — vigilante, maybe? — that was thrown against it, he dared peek inside and reached for the gun that was carried in the holster he always hid under his jacket, then, stepped between the other figure and the somewhat humanoid creature slowly walking to the center of the room where a golden orb floated several feet over the floor.
"You have two options: get away from the glowy golden orb, or get a bullet through your skull. I won't even say the last possibility, because I can see you're susceptible to its influence." Felipe wasn't up for this, he was supposed to keep a low profile and just try to live a normal life, but it was just like he always thought, a Rosali would always be attracted to danger and to protect innocent people, even when it wasn't their business to do so. "C'mon! I know you still have survival instincts inside that head and you don't want to do this." He repeated when the somewhat zombified creature looked at him, back to at the object and at him one more time — damned be he didn't have the same abilities as his children.
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