Indie Fandomless OC RP blog. Please read Basics and Guidelines before you interact. If you have any questions, come to me and I'll answer them to the best of my abilities.
BASIC:
Hi there y'all. You can call me Alex or Scotch. I may talk tough or any kind of trash but I'm really just kinda a fragile little lightbulb. I use the pronouns he/him. I'm 20 so there will be NSFW content making appearances here. Whether it's sexual or violence/gore/etc., it might come up. But it will be properly tagged and occasionaly put under a read more. Living in the armpit of america, I must make it clear that I will not RP smut at all with any minors. It fades to black at that point if it even gets that far.
FOLLOWING:
I am a fairly selective person when it comes to who I want to follow. OC's and Canon characters from a number of fandoms are welcomed, but it is also my decision to who I choose to follow back. If I cannot see our characters connecting on any level - even hating each other - I will not follow. There are other reasons but [shrugs].
RPING:
Y'all have read the rules so far. Awesome! Have a cookie. I enjoy writing my character. I enjoy writing with other people's characters. This is not an exclusive blog in the slightest and I won't be secluding myself to a single version of a character. I enjoy interactions of all kinds and I like to see how different people would take on a situation with their character. If you have a problem with me playing with so many other versions of a character, I'm sorry I'm not sorry. I only RP with mutuals. I'm sorry about that, but it just helps keeps things organized to a certain point for me. If it's easier on me, I have a better time on here. I like to enjoy myself when I write. If you ever want to turn a meme into a thread, DO IT. Just please please please put it on a separate post. I don't like reblogging asks.
STARTERS/GREETERS:
So I have the habit of making greeters from time to time, and just about every night I try to post a starter call. Mutuals that like the starter call with usually get something within 24 hour prior to the post. If I ever post something and it's tagged [ ic.greeter ], then that means I made it without aking a starter call. It is just for when I want to call out to someone and all. I don't make them as often as I used to, however, so hop on a starter call if you ever want. Or, y'know, just pop into my askbox. If you can't think of anything but you want to RP, send me Praying Mantis in my ask box and I'll make you a starter. Only you guys that actually read my rules will get this chance.
ASKS/MEMES:
I love getting asks at random about or for Taylor here. If you've got a question for either of us, please send it and I'll be happy to answer. If you've got something you want to say to Taylor, do it. If you just want to hit him, I warn you that he will hit back. But we will answer. For those mutuals that want to send a meme but might not interact with me much/never have before, it doesn't matter. If I reblog a meme, it means I want you in my ask box. Even if it's a shippy thing, I can twist and turn it in just about any way to make it work. Just please do it, yes?
HATE:
I want all y'all haters to stop here right now. If you're going to send someone hate that isn't me, you better stop it. Don't bother them and send it all to me. Get it out in my ask box. But just know that I will neither respond to it nor acknowledge it. It is for you to vent your whiny asses and get over yourselves. Don't make other people feel bad, alright? Tumblr is supposed to be a place for us to escape into the fantasy world. Let it stay that way.
Alright, I think that just about does it so far? I will always be adding new stuff onto here if I can ever think of another rule I want to pop in.
Personal:
Name: Taylor Semuels Age: 31 Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual DOB: September 9th POB: New Jersey, USA [no known city] Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Right eye blue, left eye green Height: 5’10” Body type: Lean, slightly muscled Piercings: None Tattoos: Whatever he chooses to have on his body at any given moment. Usually there is a playing card somewhere on his body. Usually, though, he has a flaming ace of spades on his left arm, an open bird cage in the realistic shape of a heart with silhouetted birds flying out, a tribal tattoo wrapping his right bicep, and charred and bloody wings on his shoulders and back. Scars: Left inner thigh from when he was jumping a fence, fell, and the top tore through his pants and into the flesh when he was eighteen, just above his right brow where he ran into a wall when he was seventeen, a rectangular patch under his left arm, usually covered by his flaming ace tattoo, a slice scar on his ribs where he was near stabbed, a small slice over his chest usually covered by a bird cage tattoo. Living situations: A small apartment, somewhat well furnished, but he doesn’t care for it much. City of residence: New York, not much of a big jump from Jersey Can usually be found: Doing some sort of trick or small show on the corner of a street or in a park or on a job he was hired for.
Personality:
Usually a kind soul, Taylor is an upbeat person to talk to and a joy to be around. He’s got a somewhat sunny disposition, even though he owns very little to his own name and had a shit life leading up. He is not quick to anger or annoyance, but can be frustrated very easily, either if it’s something he is trying to figure out or something that has happened to him that he doesn’t know the reason for. During his working moments or any time he has to drop the smiles and interest, he’s silent and serious. A great contrast from how he is usually. Whatever he does like that, he usually won’t regret it later. But he can drop it easily and pretend that nothing had happened.
Abilities:
● Ink manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate ink, including moving ink, change the color, consistency/viscosity between solid and liquid, etc., even if the ink is printed/written/tattooed. They can write/scribe/tattoo without tools by manipulating ink.
● Ink Mimicry: Power to transform into or have a physical body made up of ink.
● Power Bestowal through Iconic Imagery: Self explanatory, really. If he were to tattoo someone and give them a certain image, such as wings on their back, they would be given the power of flight. He can manipulate the ink in his own skin to make it whatever he wants and use the power that comes with it. Anything that he were to make as an image with the manipulation would seem almost real or become a superhuman power for the person.
Bio:
Taylor knows neither his birthplace, his parents’ real names, or even the name that he was born with. He had been moving around ever since he was young, his parents carting him from town to the next when something seemed to go awry in his parent’s life. The child didn’t know what his parents did for a living either, nor did he know why they had to leave each time they did. It was something that he rarely asked them about, something he rarely even thought about as he figured it was normal. They moved, changed names, and forgot the life that they left behind. It was something that his family did and something that he didn’t much care to know any more of. This lifestyle continued for almost all of his life, up until his senior year in a town in New Jersey. He found his parents gone from the house they rented and everything moved out. They had abandoned him and left him behind yet he wanted to finish what had been started. Taylor was the last name that he had been given with the move before their disappearance, and it was the name that he graduated high school with.
He knew of his powers somewhere in the middle of his high school years, a wandering and bored mind leading to him drawing on himself with a pen. When he couldn’t wash off the mark or even smudge it later on in the day, he had started to worry if it was going to last. A wandering mind led to an active imagination, however, and when he was in class one day and letting his imagination loose, movement caught him from the corner of his eye and drew his gaze to his arm. The mark he had made on his arm with the pen started to swirl and twist around, forming a small image of one of the things he was picturing in his head. Taylor had been caught by surprise and started to test what he had seen, finding that he could control the image. He didn’t tell his parents of it, didn’t want to be a freak or cause them to move again, only for them to have to do so later. In his free time, he continued to practice, drawing on himself and letting the ink morph into any intricate designs he wanted.
After high school, he wandered the streets and used his ability to become a street magician, using the ink to make a number of different tricks and earn money like that. He took up odd jobs and traveled around when he could, making his money where he got the chance and traveling to bigger cities so that he could display his ‘magic tricks’ to a larger and better paying crowd. The big stage could never be for him, though, as all of his tricks had to be done up close. Street performances were working just fine for him, or the occasional awe in whatever bar he was spending an evening at. Of course, there are days or weeks that he has to do some things that he isn’t, and never will be proud of, but that’s what it takes to keep living in this world.
As he grew older, he was able to further tune his powers and realized his full capabilities. Allowing himself to be hired out by certain businesses, he had been offered jobs to secure information, steal certain objects, and occasionally kill. It took years for him to get used to the latter. Now it doesn’t bother him. A job’s a job and he’s sick of living on the streets.
sᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs (Open): Main verse. Taylor in his early thirties, living in an apartment and spending his time either performing on the streets or running jobs for the people that hire him.
ɪɴᴋ ғᴏʀ ʜɪʀᴇ (Open): Marvel verse. Basically the same thing for him but just tagged differently and with the knowledge of the heroes not being from comics or movies.
ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇʀ (Open): His own little non-powered verse. Instead of being able to manipulate it, he's a tattoo artist. Works in a small place, lives in a smaller apartment, but still has fun with the slight of hand and doing performances on the streets in his free time.
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ (Open): Taylor in about his late teens. Just a younger verse for him, basically. Before he had learned the full extent of his powers.
ᴄʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ (Open): Dragon Age Verse. A former elven slave to a harsh master, Taylor's ears were clipped at a young age to seem more human. Later in his years he realized his powers and killed his master and their family, burning the manor to the ground as well. Doesn't live in a set place.
ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ (Open): Supernatural Verse. Basically his mainverse with Taylor being either on the streets or owning a small apartment from the money he makes. Just explaining his powers and how he became a witch after his parents abandoned him. Just to be able to fend for himself.
[text;; michael] you might want to think of getting up soon. [text;; michael] or maybe now. I’m waiting outside your flat with coffee and breakfast, so get your cute ass outta bed.
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. [holy riders]
[draft;; michael] it’d be wrong for me to say that i love you, right? cause i might and i just don’t know.
Send “☎” for a rushed text. [holy riders]
[text;; michael] hey i need u to pik me up i slipped up bad and i’m a lil too strunng to be in e. bumblefuck by myself
Send “⁇” for a drunk text. [holy riders]
[text;; michael] hey heyyy michael [text;; michael] miiiiiiiiiiichael [text;; michael] i like u like a lot [text;; michael] i remmber th first day i joined [text;; michael] u rlly seemd t like me tooo [text;; michael] stilll do??
Send “✿” for a suggestive text. [regular verse]
[text;; michael] you don’t have to keep asking me out just to get me back to your apartment. i know i’m at least flexible in more ways than one.
Send “ø” for a late night text. [either verse, rlly]
[text;; michael] i’ve been up all night thinking about getting a new tattoo and I want you to pitch ideas to me. [text;; michael] or agree with me. or something, i’m most likely just bored and want to talk to you.
Send “✘” for a hateful text. [holy riders]
[text;; michael] if all i am is a convenience for you, then i think i’ve hit my limit. being with you just when you’re drunk loses its charm quickly.
Send “✆” for a morning text. Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. Send “☎” for a rushed text. Send “⁇” for a drunk text. Send “✿” for a suggestive text. Send “ø” for a late night text. Send “✘” for a hateful text.
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manners — that was something that he had when he felt the situation was worth it. unfortunately, since khaos’s last visit, michael had been distant and quiet, avoiding him at every turn whether it be talking to, eye contact, or even just being around. maybe he was jumping the gun assuming that the other leader had something to do with it, but he was mad. way out of term, but still mad.
‘yes, sir.’ a low chuckle from the elder as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. a few soft spoken goodbyes and he walked up the buildings side staircase. one of the perks of owning a bar. once he reached the door, he grabbed at taylor in the darkness, pulling him close. ‘mine.’
as soon as michael was making his way out the door, taylor was following, lagging just the slightest as if to just slip off into the night instead of making it known he was leaving. he followed the other up the staircase, inhaling sharply through his nose the moment he was grabbed and pulled close. a smirk tugged at his lips and he nodded, leaning up to skin their lips together gently. 'all yours.’
send one of the following sentences to me for my muses response. mixture of angst, fluff, nsfw and everything inbetween. taken from sources such as movies, tv shows, songs and my own brain.
“How long have we been down?"
"Am I supposed to just let you go?"
"Are you real?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
"You look homeless."
"Do you kids want anything? Some snacks? A condom?"
"I’m not gay/lesbian."
"I’m destined to be a crazy cat lady/man."
"Time won’t change me."
"It’s empty in the valley of your heart."
"You did this?"
"I will hold on hope."
"Shit, you really are tone deaf."
"I’d rather burn than boil."
"I see you found my little…hobby."
"Never trust a drunk."
"You have no idea what I’m capable of."
"Long live the Queen/King"
"It’s like a warm, wet hug."
"I predict a riot."
"I’m in no mood."
"Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah?"
"There’s nothing I hate more than a racist."
"Well, part of your discretion is falling out of your blouse."
"Killers don’t wear aprons."
"As you wish."
"Word of advice, shithead. Don’t you ever wake up."
"You’ve never heard of Leonardo Dicaprio?!"
"If you try to fuck me then I shall fuck you too."
"Rock and Roll’s the Devils work."
"You’re a fat loser and you have body odour."
"I am lost and so alone."
"I’m asking for your guidance."
"My father thinks you’re evil."
"I still have your underwear."
"I’m pregnant."
"Show’s over, motherfuckers."
"Aw dude, this is one gay looking taser."
"If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead."
"If you don’t pay your rent, I’m kicking you out."
"That is so punk rock!"
"It’s a nice day for a white wedding."
“God. This is the loneliest place I’ve ever been and I lived in a tree for eight months.”
"People are strange."
"It’s a nice day to start again."
"I’ve been gone for fourteen days. I could have been gone for more."
"Do you think he’ll/she’ll ever come home?"
"They tried to stone me, my dear. It did not work."
"Get off my son/daughter, you bitch!"
"Try not to get worried."
"I’m sure I just need some rest."
"You light a fire inside of me."
"I threw my pie for you."
"I wanna get out of here."
"Don’t you dare leave me again, [ insert name ]"
"Life isn’t a Katherine Heigl movie."
"Why are you so obsessed with him/her?"
"Of course, my horse."
"You’re so naive."
"There’s no such thing as perfect."
"Imperfection is underrated."
"It’s such an ugly world for something so beautiful."
"I’m not fond of asking."
"You’re so vain, I bet you think this song is about you."
"Are you challenging me?"
"This is the best fucking pie I have ever tasted."
"Little children should be seen and not heard."
"Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night."
"You belong to me."
"I will always wait for you."
"You’re the magician’s assistant in their dream."
"Don’t marry her, fuck me."
"We will never be royals."
"There must be an angel, playing with my heart."
"I must be hallucinating."
"Will you marry me?"
"We were made to be together."
"Jesus loves you!"
"She’s got a boyfriend/girlfriend anyway."
"Just like me, they long to be, close to you."
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
"Bad girls do it well."
"Don’t you wish your girlfriend/boyfriend was hot like me?"
"You do not own me."
"I own you."
"There’s a difference between wanting something and needing it."
"Why so serious?"
"Describe your perfect date."
”[ insert name here ] is flawless.”
"Do you have to a pretentious bitch all of the time?"
"Okay?"
"This is our infinity."
"Ask me again when you learn some manners."
"When I am with you, there’s no place I’d rather be."
"Did we really just do that?"
"At the end of the day, there’ll be nothing but trouble."
"When will my life begin?"
"Now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project."
what was there to see, that was the question. everything was pretty much just natural landscape, all of the nice things anyway. and the seals— of course the seals, but if he mentioned them he’d get sidetracked and he wasn’t sure how the other felt of wildlife just yet.
"Well there’s a dose of beaches, bays— all that. Banks, an’ some mountains, wee yins, though. Lots of birds, there’s dem nature reserves at some of the crags and moorland. There’s auld buildin’s, like, the really auld ones. Oh! And them sky lights.”
he means northern lights with those ones.
maybe it was the accent, maybe it was his not knowing the terms, but taylor found himself missing a couple things completely. from what he got, though, it sounded like a place which he wound enjoy, nodding and laughing slightly as his hands stuffed into his pockets.
"Sounds beautiful. If I ever get the chance, I’d like to go see it for myself.“
‘——Taylor?’ He pulls himself up from the lukewarm water and looks over at Taylor. 'Did you stay over or something? I—’ He can’t remember and it’s a little painful. He most likely did have Taylor stay with him and now he feels like an idiot. ‘Do— Do you wanna take a bath too?’
Taylor had stayed over as the other had wanted, and made himself comfortable for the most part, getting up from the bed dressed in his tee shirt and boxers as Michael called out from the bathroom. He made his way in and smirked down to him slightly, resting his shoulder on the door frame. 'Are you asking if I would like to join you?’
