silascobb replied to your post:
your stupid perfect face

I’m not sure whether this is an insult or a compliment….

 silascobb:  "Red paint."

Can’t believe he didn’t know the answer to that..

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 silascobb:  "Hey, Kyle. Kyle. Kyle. Hey, Kyle. What's red and smells like blue paint?"

uhm…”

"I don’t know, what?"

laptopped:

Kinda wanna punch you in the face, kinda wanna suck your dick

"Auditions ended two hours ago, miss.” He immediately took the young woman as another aspiring starlet, whether she was or not, with barely a glance out of the corner of his eye. 

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And no, Mr. Cohen does not take private auditions. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

 

ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ: ʀᴘ ғᴀᴄᴛs ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

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name: Rebecca/Fitz

age (if you’re comfortable!): 20

how old were you when you first started playing? 4th grade tbh.

height: 5’4”

OCs or canons? I prefer canon characters to play. I’m not sure why. I think it’s because I’m always coming up with OCs that I’ll never use, just for the sake of making people up and their stories. But with a canon character I have more motivation, they’re actually part of the game, people know who they are. I think it’s a lot more challenge for me, because like I said I come up with so many stories and characters and I think they’re all pretty decent, but having to make a character fit and explain all their aspects they show in canon with bits of their stories that don’t exist is more of a challenge, and I enjoy it far more.

females or males? I’ve played more men than women, and I tend to enjoy it more. I guess it’s mostly because I chose canon characters, and usually female canons characters are pretty… blah. Lately I’ve been loving more and more though, cause they’ve been decent. Most of the bioshock ladies are pretty darn rad e u e I miss playing Jasmine sobs.

favourite face claim: Alexander skarsgard (not really but I do love him)

least favourite face claim: Ones that are so far from how a canon character looks I just wanna scream.

worst rp experience ever: like a year ago when I was bullied within this community. They stalked my personal, threatened my life out side of tumblr, it was really stupid. But I’m now kinda of permanently fricked up.

fluff, angst, or smut?: BEATING KYLE UP. Or whatever I’m in the mood for.

most overused FC: Dunno.

worst character you’ve ever played: I royally fucked up Ellis from L4D2 I don’t know what came over me. I kind of want to start playing him again just to make up for it. ugh.

favourite type of plot: Ones with fellow disciples and Cohen (SOBS)

at what time of day is your writing the best? whenever I can break through depression long enough to write.

are you anything like your muse? We share a few things. He’s a lot better person than I am tho. I’m more realistic.

worst thing about RP (in general or on Tumblr): Arrogant jerks. Godmoding. GUILT TRIPPING DEAR LORD I SEE IT EVERY DAY. GROW UP.

To end on a good note — best thing about RP?: It’s an escape from the stress and depression I suffer from constantly, allowing me to slip into the mind of someone else, and forget my own problems for a bit. (I’m just gonna keep Nova’s cause that’s p.much what I would write)

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In every man and woman’s face a secret is hidden.
The lost perfection- masked. Under the face of a
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silascobb:

A good man would have stepped in and offered to relieve Kyle of his burden or, at the very least, have taken the keys to unlock the door. But Silas was not yet a good man, so he stood idly by, waiting for Kyle to open up his apartment. Also, instead of walking in with a shrug of his shoulders, he should have offered to assist Kyle in putting the groceries away, especially since it was now it was as much his responsibility as Kyles, but again, he didn’t.

He had a lot to learn.

"No, not long. Just a few minutes. Should I have brought something? Like…" He had no idea. A bottle of wine, maybe? A record to listen to? "Like a blanket?" Why a blanket? He had no idea. It was just the first thing that came into his mind. Finding his way to the couch, he sat down and crossed his legs. "Not a bad place y’have here. No sign of any drips," he said, looking up at the ceiling. "This could work out quite well for us, I think."

Probably not though, if he continued to be so selfish.

Kyle didn’t think twice, so very used to doing everything himself. In fact, he was just glad there weren’t repercussions of being late. He smiled as he put the groceries away, peeking through the opening between the cupboards and the counter facing the living room as Silas spoke.

"A blanket?" he repeated, disappearing again to slip the perishables into his fridge, "I have blankets. You could bring whatever you need over though, no need to make an extra trip back to your apartment every morning, or night, or… whatever."

When he finished he appeared in the door way, but stayed there, leaning against the wall, “Mmh, all leak free. But sometimes the heater breaks. It’s either completely off and it gets freezing, or it won’t shut off and I feel like I’m living in Hephaestus.” Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Are you hungry?" The redhead asked, quickly, before he forgot; if he was going to make them something, he wanted to get it out of the way.

marvellousmaestro:

At the look on the boys face Cohen soften, something in Kyle’s eyes showed some much devotion and willing to please. Cohen sighed rubbing the gap between his eyes and above his nose, then nodded. “Alright Fitzpatrick enough of your silly games.” He moved over to him, ignoring the mess.

“I want to paint again.” He murmured, looking down at his pianist, his hand gently taking Kyle’s soft, smaller, musicians hand. “Don’t worry my dear little moth, this time it should be painless. I want to paint you in b r i g h t blues and suggestive p u r p l e s.” He grinned widely moving over to his paints, which had been one of the only things to remain in tact. Sander took out bright two colours, which were blue and purple. They were bright and colourful. Cohen rarely used these colours. “I think pink will also suit you.” He grinned darkly, as he took a pink as well and return to Kyle.“No more tears.” He hissed when Kyle sniffles, “turn.” Cohen ordered and Kyle obeyed.

That’s what he loved, obedience. He was the mentor and Kyle was the student, in no way should that ever change. Cohen slowly poured the paint over Kyle’s back, his dark eyes staring as the blue dripped down to his lower back. When the colour covered Kyle’s back Cohen added a second colour mixing them around against Kyle’s back, making different colours and playing with tones using his fingers to make shapes. Cohen grinned as he began to hum “ah! Look at you! You are like a piece of artwork so very beautiful!”

Kyle turned to sit on his knees in the chair, draping his arms over the back and letting his spine rest into an arc. He made sure that when he glanced over his shoulder in attempt to watch the other man, it was towards his injured one as to not pull at the wound.

The paint was cold against his heated skin,earning a bit of a shiver down his back, but he remained in place. The far more gentle touches eased him and, though the pain still ate at his shoulder, he found it much easier to relax; focus on the fingers skirting across his skin, the hands at his sides, down his back. It was pleasant feeling against his overly sensitive flesh. His head drooping to rest upon his arms, enjoying the attention now that it had become more affectionate than violent.

He merely hummed in response to the artist to show he was listening, a smile now in place of the quivering pout.

 kyle-fitzpatrick:  [truth] "Are you proud of me...?"

marvellousmaestro:

The answer was obvious. Sander would always be proud of Kyle. He was the youngest of his disciples. But he was defiantly Cohen’s favourite.
He found it hard to let the words come to the surface. He didn’t want to say them. He was not one to let his disciples know how he felt. “I-I am.” He hissed out, turning his back quickly after, trying not to make a big deal of it.

lostlegendaerie replied to your post:
((i read the reply before i read the question and was just like “well yeah no one would expect you to TOP baby” im so fucking sorry))

ROOD.

 marvellousmaestro:  I wrote some thing about you last night. I thought you'd like to see it. 'Please not another hopeful. They were already at the bottom of the talent barrel with Fitzpatrick.' -- with love, Sander Cohen. XxX

"The bottom…?"

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