I’m really sorry guys, but in light of recent events I’m going to have to put Sulo and Mimsy up on official hiatus. My family just arrived today and I’m going to be spending the next few days with them, and tomorrow at 7pm, I’ll have my graduation ceremony.
Could be on hiatus until Monday. Could be on hiatus until later in the week. It depends on whether or not I head back up north with my dad and brother or not.
So, I hope you guys have fun. I can still be reached on Skype for mod purposes after night fall and I’ll try my best to get on and rp a little, but, we’ll see. Stay classy, ML. I hope you guys have a good weekend. <3
-Flinches hard and turns his head away from Mikhail slightly, eyes wide as he watched his lover’s face. He lifted his shoulders and tried to throw Mikhail’s hands off, but Mikhail was taller than him and had better leverage. This was it. He braced for the hit—a knee to the balls or a fist to the chest? Maybe his head back against the wall like that night Mikhail concussed him and left him bleeding on the floor?-
E-Ei.
/Initially, he was going to do it. The spy had his mind set on it— at first, he wanted to. But it was now that he hesitated. It had taken him a bit, but Mikhail finally recognized the familiarity of the situation. He was taking in the way Sulo was looking at him and it made him hurt. What the hell was he doing?
Allison was one of the few people he had left— but so was this man, right here. The one he had wanted to hurt only moments ago. And for what?
He loved Sulo. So why was he doing this? What was this going to accomplish? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He did not loosen his grip on the sniper’s shoulders— in fact, he tightened it. But he did nothing more than shake. Shake, and lower his gaze down to the ground between them.
The outlines of their feet on the floor were starting to blur, and the RED blinked several times in an attempt to fight back the tears that threatened to spill, but his attempts were all in vain. He was angry and scared and his thoughts were so jumbled and rushed and noisy and he didn’t… know what to do.
So he cried./
-Confused when the hit never came, Sulo was surprised by the way he was shoook to and fro. It quickly gave way to tears and gasping wheezes and though he was still shaken by the turn of events, he carefully lifted his arms and wrapped them around Mikhail’s back.-
Shh. I…you want her back so badly. You’re going to hurt yourself. I cannot trust you with the knife…you…you know that.
-He spoke slowly, treading carefully through the words that wouldn’t trigger another violent outburst. He was never really sure how to help when it came to things like this. Hesitantly, he began to rock gently.-
I Need Help.
Okay… so at the prodding of a very good friend, I’m doing something that I have only done once before due to a sickening amount of desperation. I’m asking for help, from you, a community of wonderful people I’d like to call my internet family because, well, I don’t have anywhere else to turn to.
Myself and my boyfriend have had a… very rough past year. Last winter my family and I had such strong differences regarding my choices and my life that I got kicked out onto the street. I was given a month to find somewhere. At the same exact time, my boyfriend and his mother were literally kicked out on the doorstep (much less kind than my eviction) by her ex-boyfriend who decided it was okay to throw everything out on the lawn and sell her valuables. She ended up moving in with her now-husband with her son Robert (my boyfriend), and like a lost puppy I ended up on their doorstep as well. I had nowhere else to go.
So for the past year we’ve been uneasily under the same roof as Robert’s stepdad, who is… a piece of work. Right now I’m the only one with a job between us both, which pays somewhere between $50 - $100 right now per week. This is just enough for me to cover gas, groceries, and clothes for our backs because Robert’s stepdad and mom, well - they aren’t… not the best family. Not really family. The most his mother gives him right now is a roof over our heads and occasional dinner. We feed ourselves, clothe ourselves, supply ourselves with hygiene products, utilities, etc. Our car is dying, the wheel rim is bent (causing horrifying shuddering if I drive too fast), it dies at random, the door is bungee-corded shut. Nine months ago we got into a very bad car accident, totaling Robert’s mom’s car and the person we hit. She didn’t have insurance so Robert is $12,000 in debt and currently has a suspended license until his court date in late June next month.
Things are absolutely horrible right now, and my pay’s recently been downsized. I’m more concerned with keeping us from starving right now, and just recently his stepdad got into another fight with his mom about us. He doesn’t think we should be allowed to buy our own groceries for ourselves anymore, but instead buy groceries for the house and put them in the kitchen (which we never go in our eat out of) for them to eat. Let me make something perfectly clear. I buy barely enough just to feed us both. Just us two. Not for a house of five grown adults. Also we’re expected now to pay for a $60 bag of dog food every month (which I don’t have) and I guess everything else, because it’s not enough I pay for everything we have.
This aside, we’ve been fighting and fighting to leave this wretched house for six months now, and failing miserably. Any money I make goes straight into gas or food or emergencies like tires blowing out or a dog that’s about to die and needs medicine. It’s been a miserable, unbelievable, awful year. We’ve run out of time and patience under his stepdad’s watch, and I think we’ve hit that point where we are absolutely no longer welcome. We have to move out, and I mean asap.
I’ve not the tears or feelings for what his stepfather has done to Robert and me. I cannot express the grief he’s caused, the pain, the frustration, and the anger and helplessness. I cannot do anything, and I’m terrified of any day now he’s going to kick us out on the street in a fit of anger and we will havenowhereleft to go. He’s been fighting constantly with Robert’s mom about us, and I know she’s been doing everything to keep it from happening. She can’t anymore. And I’m not making enough money (not even remotely) to try and save up. I don’t even know where to start.
So this is boiling down to something I promised I would never, ever do again. It hurts my pride to do it, but I don’t have a choice. I’m asking for help. For your help, from tumblr, from my friends and only source of support and comfort. I need help, and god do I need it. If 500 people donated $1, it would be enough to pick us back up. We don’t have a car, we don’t have home, and we don’t have a way to save up yet. Robert’s supposed to be getting a job working a forklift, but I don’t think it’s going to be fast enough for his stepdad. I have to find a solution now before all hell breaks loose. We are about to get kicked out onto the street, and I dunno what else to do… except ask for this.
If you know someone, anyone. Five cents, five dollars, I don’t give a damn. I can’t do this anymore, and I’m ready to give up. I watched my boyfriend of four years almost break into tears today from his frustration. He’s given up, and I have no more answers to help him or ourselves. We’ve been struggling for a year now, and finally I have to get down on my knees and beg for help. No one else will. My parents won’t, his parents won’t, and we don’t have anyone else but each other. I hate myself for it, but perhaps this is what it will take.
Please, anything will help.We need to move out as soon as we can. I don’t want to be homeless again. I’ve gone through it twice before in my life and I never want to go through that trauma again.
Any donations, any help whatsoever will go straight towards moving out. My paypal email is dustedpages@gmail.com and I’m so sorry I’m asking this of you all, but I hope you can understand.
Thank you so much.
Signal boost for Tys, a wonderful artist and a very sweet woman who needs help. I’ll be checking my own account momentarily to see what I can do. Please reblog this to pass it along! Anything will help, and I know tumblr can come through, I’ve seen it.
Best of luck.Signal boosting for Tys because I know that I personally have no money and that a heart and kind words can only do so much. I’m hoping that some of you who follow me (and there are 173 of you!) will spread this message and get her the help she needs to get out of this terrible situation.
Good luck, Tys. I hope we can all pull through for you.
Reblogging here on my RP account because I know you guys are sweethearts and I know I can count on you to do your best to help someone who really needs it.
Guys, I’d really like it if you could give me a review on how realistically you think I play Sulo. If he’s a solid character and I get across well that he suffers from paranoia issues, uncertainty, and discomfort in his relationship. If he’s too relationship based, too this based, too that based, if you could let me know what you think, I’d really appreciate it.
I feel that I struggle in the areas of
- Accurately portraying him as a man who has no idea what he feels, why he feels it, or if it’s even right (pertaining to his relationship and his perceived homosexuality)
- Accurately explaining past trauma (I’m erasing his ‘Chastity’ scar and writing that off as an AU. It’s too much to have had one person go through. I’m going to write a canon reason he lost his finger.)
- Accurately and subtley portraying his PPD.
- Building him up as a character who can stand alone without his relationship with Mikhail
I just want to know what you guys think. Is there anything you feel is weak about Sulo that is not an intentional flaw? Is there anything you would suggest I change?
Give it to me or I will take it from you.
/He steps forward when the sniper steps away./
-Grits his teeth and backs up another step, paranoia kicking adrenaline through his blood. He remembered the last time he had fought Mikhail. He’d ended up with a concussion and more besides. He couldn’t out run him. He was trapped. He backed up another step, balling his fists at his side.-
EI.
/Mikhail did not hesitate in the slightest when he reached out and gripped Sulo by the shoulders, forcing the other RED hard against the wall behind him./
Give.
It.
-Flinches hard and turns his head away from Mikhail slightly, eyes wide as he watched his lover’s face. He lifted his shoulders and tried to throw Mikhail’s hands off, but Mikhail was taller than him and had better leverage. This was it. He braced for the hit—a knee to the balls or a fist to the chest? Maybe his head back against the wall like that night Mikhail concussed him and left him bleeding on the floor?-
E-Ei.
I need my knife back.
You told me not to, no matter what until you were better.
I am fine. Give it to me.
Miiska, you are not.
Give me the god damned knife.
-backs up a step, genuinely kind of afraid of what Mikhail might do after this-
I will not.
Give it to me or I will take it from you.
/He steps forward when the sniper steps away./
-Grits his teeth and backs up another step, paranoia kicking adrenaline through his blood. He remembered the last time he had fought Mikhail. He’d ended up with a concussion and more besides. He couldn’t out run him. He was trapped. He backed up another step, balling his fists at his side.-
EI.
I need my knife back.
You told me not to, no matter what until you were better.
I am fine. Give it to me.
Miiska, you are not.
Give me the god damned knife.
-backs up a step, genuinely kind of afraid of what Mikhail might do after this-
I will not.
pulledteethandspilledink asked: Sulo? -The Heavy approaches the Sniper wearily. His face is riddled with exhaustion and still quite pale- I hope you received package I left you...? It needs to stay up month more...
Ah. -Turns and tries to offer a weak smile. Everyone is frayed and warped after the announcement that had told them all where Allison had vanished to. Sulo hasn’t slept either and the fear and worry is edging at his face.- I did. It is hanging up, just as you asked. Another month…? I will remember that.
I need my knife back.
You told me not to, no matter what until you were better.
I am fine. Give it to me.
Miiska, you are not.
