tag tracked: melanokinetic
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.
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.FOLLOWING:
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.
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.STARTERS/GREETERS:
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.
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.HATE:
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?
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 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 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.
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.
● 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.
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.
can I beg for a distraction guys?
“I told you not to take the card!”
One of the reasons that he didn’t do magic
tricks as much as he used to when he was
younger. Every so often, when he had done
one of his ‘card tricks’, one of the small audience
would try to take the card from him and examine
it. Most times, he would be able to get it out
of the way, but this time, the person was too
fast. The card had stretched and snapped
when they took it, the skin that had melded
into it now falling to ink and staining the other’s
hand, a rectangular patch of skin now missing
from Taylor’s arm and blood rising up and
running down to his fingertips. He was in
searing pain and grabbing at the bottom of
his shirt, covering his opposite hand and pressing
the cloth to the wound that had appeared.
It was to stop the blood, but it didn’t stop the
pain spiking and causing a curse to slip.
“Shit – !!”
[ TJ ]
The smile doesn’t go unnoticed,
it’s a nice change to the usual
expression that generally claimed
Taylor’s face. Their conversations
were always quite unpredictable, he
enjoyed it, honestly.
“Don’t let it go to your head,
but yeah, you’re worth more
than most people you’re going
to find around here. Not quite
as fake——or full of yourself.”
Taylor wasn’t one to let anything
get to his head anyway, used to
not getting any sort of compliment
outside of the tricks that he would
do. The grin stays steadfast before
he’s nodding his head a bit, shoving
his hands into his pockets and shrugging
his shoulders.
“With my line of work, who
can tell what’s fake about me
or not? Magicians are the best
bullshitters. But thanks – that
does mean a lot to me.”
(Source: melanokinetic-blog)
[ muse BLABS about the mun ]
“Alex has a pet african grey parrot named
Tommy that he sits next to while watching
TV. Most days, he’ll talk to him and Tom
will make noises back, but recently, they’ve
gotten into singing to each other. Alex sings
the Animaniacs states and capitals song to
him and Tom sings Mad World, which he learned
from Alex watching Donnie Darko too many
times in front of him.”
’ You could have left out the Animaniacs
part, you whore. ‘
(Source: rpmemes-gallery)
[ TJ ]
Communicating with the younger male is
easy enough, generally speaking. Though,
he knows when he’s treaded just a bit too
far, he drops the subject they’d originally
been discussing. Sure enough, they’ve already
found another one to serve as conversation
material.
“I know, you don’t have to
tell me, you have this certain
aura about you, you know.
Then again, generally anyone
worth much seems just a bit
crazy, hm.”
The cheerful attitude is something that he
finds easy to slip into, having lived it true
and false throughout his entire life. It was
to the point where he could never ever be
sure if he was really faking it or not. Talking
to TJ now, he was hoping it was a genuine
smile on his lips as he laughed.
“Not being crazy is too boring,
y'know? But you think I’m worth
something? You’re too sweet.”
(Source: melanokinetic-blog)
be possessive and territorial about me that’s my favourite thing
(Source: unclefather)
"One of th’ nicest places you’ve ever seen.“
natural beauty was something his home
held a lot of, especially on the islands far
out from the mainland that were still very
much traditional and untouched by much
of the modern word. ronan just might like
to brag about that fact.
well, he didn’t necessarily doubt that. most
of the places that he stuck to were big cities,
and not very many of them were nice if you
were looking from ground level. the buildings
could be, but landscaping wise, he preferred
something simpler. he didn’t get very much
from what the other said, though, wanting
to know more about shetland and if it was
worth saving money up to visit. add that to
the bucket list.
"Well, what’s there to see?”
The grin is something he notes as the foreign object
is held loosely in his palm. The god had no idea where
it even came from; perhaps something he didn’t realize
was there when he picked up the jacket. Still, the other
asked him for it, and unlike most of his kind he wasn’t
a complete ass, nor that much infatuated with the species.
It was just a pen he planned on giving and then walking away.“Magic trick?”
However, that’s interesting. He knows magic, whether it
came from the gods themselves or the limited power of
mortals. It was always nice to see the humans flaunt their
lesser powers, or bluff their hand with trickery and cleverness.
Tentatively, he looks down at the arm presented to him and
readies his pen, bringing it down gently upon the blank expansion.
He isn’t an ass, but he is a bit cocky, so it’s no surprise when
he draws a symbol of himself: a small conch shell with a trident
coming through it. A casual doodle with a hidden meaning.
Holding his arm out for the other, Taylor stood there and waited,
wanting to see if the other would participate in the trick. The look
that he was being given was almost disbelieving, as if something
involving what was given already would be mediocre or downright
terrible. But he was hoping to at least amaze the man the slightest,
watching and waiting for the doodle on his arm to be finished. When
it was and the man pulled back, Taylor examined the drawing and
nodded to himself, thinking of what he could change the conch and
trident to already.
"Alright – just watch.“
Moving a hand to press over the ink that settled into his skin, he
scrubbed at the drawing as if trying to rub it away, masking his power
as he shifted the ink and added more to change the image. From the
simplistic doodle it was, it morphed into an intricately drawn trident
and conch, almost as real as a picture as they sat on a rock with water
in a small puddle to the side and drops gleaming off of both objects.
When it was done, he pulled his hand back to reveal the finished
image to the man, the grin still on his lips.
(Source: melanokinetic-blog)
