@agentharrisonofshield liked for a grishaverse starter!
“... did you LIKE it? The Little Palace, I mean.”
Sometimes Lia wondered just how DIFFERENT her life would’ve been had she made it there, rather than being taken away by slavers and brought to work at the Menagerie, so very FAR from her home. And from her brother.
“I don’t mean to PRY.. I just... I’m curious. I hope it’s
alright for me to ASK.”
✍ : Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.
Be enthusiastic. Or at least be keen and engage with messages etc when you’re able to.
Have read my rules, and preferably the ‘about’ for the verse or AU you’re interested in.
Having a plot idea isn’t essential (I suck at those sometimes too) but it does help!
✔ : What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?
▲ : What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?
An age statement - so I know if they’re an adult or a minor. A specific number is good, but not always safe for those who are underage, so ‘18+’ or ‘minor’ will do.
A rules page, for reasons outlined in my own rules page.
An about page for the muse.
For multis, a muse list (and hopefully about pages for each muse.
Some IC content, so I can see if our styles are likely to be compatible.
⌘ : Where do you get some of your inspirations for plots/head canons? Offer an example, if possible.
Headcanons ... Sometimes Thera just announces them in my head, like ‘oh, by the way ...’ It can be really annoying. Or we’ll see a photo on here and she’ll just be like, ‘well, actually ...’ (The last one of those was a four-poster bed, and yes it was exactly the kind of HC you might expect.)
Plots ... Strangely enough I tend to get those from holes in the canon material, or extrapolating from pieces of the canon. For example, in Thera’s FFVII verse they have ‘Ancients’ who are basically what they sound like, and I just figured if you were searching for Ancients you might employ archaeologists - so in that verse that’s what she is, and it leads to plot ideas in that vein.
“Demon birds! Rats with wings! Missionaries of the Trickster God himself, sent to rain chaos upon this earth!” (road trip verse?) // @agentharrisonofshield
Lady Delirium can’t even be blamed for this one. The raven is certainly real, trying its damnedest to perch upon the door of their car, its shadow circling the ground just below. Even from afar, her grip on the Endless’ shoulders comfortably tight, she can make out the ruffle of black plumage in the midday wind. She peers down at the rainbow buzzcut perched between her two hands, listens to her companion clap politely and turn rhymes about the bird that Vivian has chosen to instead harangue.
Against herself, she releases her superior, stepping out from behind her to reach for the bird whose cries grow every more distressed. Vivian has given him no quarter, and he flies desperately for the shelter of Hel’s arms. Soaring over the mortals head, he lunges talon-first at Hel’s inner arm instead, squeezing painfully against the black fabric of her sweater. For a moment, it seems to only catch its breath, making up for its fruitless flight. He’s a crushing weight on her slender limb, but she holds herself unmoved all the same.
She can feel many different eyes upon her, both the heterochromatic and the banal. Tenderly, she turns all thoughts from them, carding her fingers through those mussed feathers to help still the beast seeking reprieve in her touch. She trusts herself with such a gesture, because the fact he’s not started cursing Vivian’s name proves he’s no emissary from one best left unthought of.
At last, he lifts one scrawny leg, presenting the goddess with a small scrap of hide twining around it. Knitting her brow, eyes shutting, she sighs.
“Did you know, Vivian, that you were not our first guide?” Only the longest lived so far, though she dares not speak the thought aloud. Vivian has been claimed by Delirium, and not the Prodigal they seek. Agonizing as it is, that is precisely what keeps her safe from the fate of, well...
“I reached out to Raven Floki before you, and asked a boon. A companion of his, one of the ancient ravens he sends to scout the world.” Rather a better breed than the mortal accuses them of being, but she does not speak the thought. Carefully peeling the hide from the messenger’s leg, she thanks him softly, receiving a pleased murr in return. As expected, the skin is marred with runes.
The old adventurer is displeased. How surprising.
“She died. And we found you. And from now til the end of eternity, I will be paying for that mishap.” Peering up at Vivian through her lashes, she shifted so the raven would hop from her tired limb to her weary shoulder. He wasted no time tracing her black locks with his beak.
“Never you worry. You’re safe with her. Somehow. Not like the raven.”
“But this time it actually was NOT my fault!” Loki shouted back at Vivian, his fingers curled into a fist out of frustration. “I can see why you think that I was the one who caused this but for fucks sake, it was not me this time! Someone else is trying to make it seem like I am the one hurting people.”
“Viv, I think you know me well enough to know that when it is me doing things like this, I don’t shy away from taking credit for my deeds. This time. It really. Was not. Me!” Loki almost all out growled at the woman as he tried to contain his anger.
BLOOD & BRUISES / VIVIAN – @agentharrisonofshield
❛ getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list ❜
❝PAR FOR THE COURSE when you have jobs like ours.❞ she inspects the injury. ❝you’re lucky; it missed anything major so if we pack it well then we can buy time to get it stitched up when we get out of here.❞
#» you may not like the answer you get ( answered ) #» don't stop until your heart goes numb ( v. main ) #» your case hasn't been forgotten ; it's merely been filed ( queue ) #agentharrisonofshield
@agentharrisonofshield : “My best efforts at attractiveness only succeeded at making me look vaguely like something you’d see in Cirque de Soleil.”
hyperbole and a half
The acrobatic display of his face journey -- and his attempts to quell it -- might also make him a candidate for the Cirque de Soleil. He is trying desperately not to laugh, and mostly succeeds in looking like he’d just put a whole lemon wedge in his mouth.
“ Do you ... ” he ventures, then cuts himself off to stifle a smirk and try to convey some measure of sincerity. “ ... do you want some help ? ”
@agentharrisonofshield said: “Wow. I definitely did not see that one backfiring.”
F.R.I.E.N.D.S Starter Meme
“Yeah, you’d be surprised. You should see my ‘cooking’, though. It’s a bloody nightmare.” Riley added, grimacing at the thought of the sight of the chaos that is his kitchen when he attempts to cook himself anything at all.