#moonwoken

[flownintothesun]

𝐇𝐌𝐌... 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 >_>

I know a lot of you have followed me over several blogs, so this won't come as a surprise for a handful. But then I wonder now that I've been in the RPC for literal years if anyone's lurking around under a different URL/pseud that I used to write with. Unfortunately, I had to wipe followers on my old blogs due to a safety concern (so I'm not following anyone on any of them anymore, since they went inactive) but...hm. Do I know you from:

redacted first blog because embarrassed. see also that one time i thought that francis was a straight man. @willchosen (formerly @waywardfreckled) @prophecyfated @infinitewritten @moonwoken @starfalled

Just curious. :) How long have we been mutuals? Where's the first place you remember me from? ♡

#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐎𝐔𝐓-𝐎𝐅-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒.

[sansajonquil]

Chris and I are hanging at blacktown, meeting up at the cinema - he was sitting at the bench. we were going to watch the mortal instruments : city of bones. his black poodle dog, pepper, was with him too. he liked being with me, he saying he liked my personality and smile.

he trails his hand on my arm, drawing swirls, he saying my arm is the sky. I say, ‘ that tickles, ‘ i laughing, yet his hand is warm in my skin. he says, ‘ tickle, tickle. ‘ there is a hesitancy, I note, as he says, ‘ there’s something I want to tell you, never mind… ‘ he has miniature figurines that he delicately paints in colours with his skinny paintbrush, one being an action figure of deadpool. such beauty in this, he thinks.

we were boyfriend and girlfriend in secret, as my mum didn’t want me to be with a disabled person. taking a deep breath, he then says if I wanted to go out. ‘ I know this is too much to take in right now…. ‘

he sees how worried I’ve been, of desolate misery. he has been talking to his friend, tim, about me, during their playing video games together. they recently played overwatch, and like horror movies like friday the 13th with the guy in the white hockey mask. he sees I’m confused as to why he treated me terribly, of being a rebound for his past relationships, and ghosting me. he sees I feel strange guilt, thinking why I would think i killed him in allergic reaction, at our hanging out in the Easter show. he definitely felt like he was breathing through the rise and fall of his chest, and we had hung out in person and messaged each other in significant intervals within the cruel sludge of caved in.

moonwoken :

chris says this, as he is sitting with me on his bed. we had seen each other after so long in blacktown shopping centre. I was walking through the centre, after buying a book from a bookstore ( ghosts of the shadow market ) - i having gone there to have an appointment with my psychologist.

tim is friends with Chris’ mum ( Cora ) on social media, yet! before, he wasn’t friends with either chris or chris’ mum, seeing each other clearly. ‘ hearts change like the current, ‘ he says, smiling, ‘ not an analogy, ‘ he adds, knowing my anxiety and it being much scarier than simply loving all my quirks. ‘ do you remember me saying my whole family loved you, including my dogs? ‘ he asks.

I nod, remembering pepper tried to jump on me with her fluffy black body when we are on another date, i shrieked, and back away. ‘ I don’t want your love!! ‘ I say to pepper. ‘ you don’t want their love…huh, who do you love? ‘ chris had spit in vehemence. Cora sees us, saying, ‘ ahh-ya. Please don’t fight. ‘ she then kissed me on the cheek, and I wipe away the kiss, in which she stared and then awkwardly smiles.

he was angry he had been waiting on me for a long time, the day after a huge nervous breakdown of mine, ‘ I’ve been waiting so long for you, you can’t just make people wait on you ; that’s so selfish. ‘ He looks at me with his beautiful green blue eyes, I noticing his eyes as we ride on the escalator. He is wearing a starry night shirt as he snarls at me in raging tenacity. ‘ I’m dumping you!’

they - he and Tim - walk in the grey beach for fresh air as it can be quite stifling to hang at home - because of the darkness of bipolar. there are green leaf plants of life, a green orchid rosemary in the sand ground of dampening yellow. He is wearing a red shirt with white sneakers. they’ve both been in breakaway, a good program for mental health. they eat lunch at a white table-clothed table at the dining room.

I say to him, ‘ I’m sorry for being late, ‘ in response. Yet I am angry on the inside he would treat me so cruelly, treating me like sh**, he shouting at my broken rag doll body, in which I cried so hard the day before of my breakdown ( I curling my warm jumper birdbone body on the grey carpet ) and needed a friend to talk to. He definitely didn’t harm me when he said he was dumping me. a distant voice in the back of my mind, which I remember later of why I feel hate to him, other than rebound and the next sentence I say to him, was he treating me like a sex object, a punching bag, a marble statue, in which he stared obscenely at my chest and said, ‘ don’t worry, I like small breasts, ‘ as he sees a large-chested woman pass by.

‘ let’s go inside the cinema, ‘ he says, after a while of we resting at the bench and chatting sometimes. as we rest on the bench, I say, ‘ you were pretty cruel to me, ‘ he listens to what I say, drawing his eyebrows in a little confusion. ‘ you also scared me when you pulled me close to you and kissed my neck at the Easter show. ‘ me remembering he didn’t seem to care at the time, and thought it was funny, he saying in a mimicking of me, that I would whine about it to my family.

he says, drawing his eyebrows a little in confusion, listening to what I have to say, ‘ oh… I didn’t mean to scare you. ‘

after a bit, he says, ‘ let’s go inside the cinema. we can catch a late screening of dune. ‘ we are talking about things in the theatre. he is trying to understand me, as he also watches paul atreides taste the salt of the sea water on his face. jessica is saying, ‘ what is dead should stay dead, ‘ as she sprinkled the water on him ; his voice getting stronger, she seeing he is still shrouded in whispering darkness - he going deadly silent - and for good reason of seeing his brother murdered. ‘ yet what refuses to die should be given a chance at life. ‘ it was a beautiful scene, we taking some pictures on our phone.

I am describing my worries about roleplay and university, thinking people hated me. ‘ so this may be like your anxiety, ‘ he says, pointing to the screen. paul hallucinates his brother lying in the cupboard stairwell, with clouded unseeing eyes and white papery skin, sylar making him hallucinate.

I nod, saying that I wish I didn’t have to live in constant fear, yet knowing people are just seeing if I’m okay and trying to help me mediate as I am experiencing the cracked expanse of my earthquake, thrashing in pain as I clutch my head in the water ; red ribbon a dawning rose. for you. I am wearing a black suit with white lace blouse, and a tuxedo mask, me being don juan. ‘ I imagine myself as a soldier who has been in war, ‘ I say to Chris, as we eat pizza 🍕 in the brown foldable table, other food being braised lamb. There were pamphlets on the wall, encouraging to enlist, as I quickly take one off to look at. I am striding forward with my rifle in determination, and fighting the enemy, a war in my head, briefly pausing by a vehicle to take my mask off. ‘ are you ashamed of what you are, ‘ his friend says to him, ‘ I’m with you till the end of the line. ‘

i remember I talked to Jyve ( her name was Jessica Yvette ) about the civil war soldiers, we liking their brotherly relationship as we chat in the car for a shopping trip, the radio playing music ; she has black hair. She has a rose in her hair, yet says she doesn’t like the blonde braided girl in space - saying she should have stayed with her boyfriend, not the doctor of energy and exploitation. she says, her lips curving in anger, ‘ he hands her a teacup of drugged chamomile tea and then as she drinks, with a tissuebox next to her, says ‘ fear is a powerful aphrodisiac!! ‘ jyve honking on the car horn, ‘ and as she is sitting forlorn in the faerie bubble bathtub. ‘ I listen to her, as I was wondering why she didn’t like the beloved character who liked eating hot chips and working at a shop. i experience my sense of ashen self with someone more strongly as i also am here with chris, he understanding the simple beauty of musical colouring, as he has anxiety too. magnifying glass and compass was on the table, as well as white seashell on pale blue teapot.

#personal

[waywardfeathered]

@moonwoken​ said: Too early for him to expect any help. No one likes to be at school at 5 AM except for the new music teacher. Day one, already teetering and swaying, trying to hold doors open for himself with a few large boxes in his arms. He squints, catching what appears to be dress pants as a figure slips behind a door. He tries to run toward help, but gets stuck on the door, calling out instead, "Sorry, i'm lost, could... could you help me? I'm a new teacher." (Francis.)

unprompted    /    ALWAYS ACCEPTING ↷

               No one likes to be at school at 5am  —  which is exactly why Cas prefers to come in early. It’s a little bit of peace and quiet in a normally chaotic environment, and he finds grading papers easier in a classroom than at home. He’s armed with a large cup of black coffee and a stack of paperwork, and has to set both down on the hallway as he registers he’s not, in fact, alone, and also in need of his hands.

               He rushes down the hallway to the new teacher’s aid, instinctively grabbing the boxes he’s carrying, so that the latter can get his bearings with the door.    ❝ Music, right? ❞    So Cas is not the only early bird anymore.    ❝ Cas Krushnic, math. I’d shake hands, but... ❞    He lifts the boxes now filling his arms.    ❝ I’ll show you to your classroom? ❞    They’ve put music right next to his math class, and it’s... logistically not ideal. Budget cuts, they’d said. But at least it means Cas knows the way better than most.

#moonwoken #cas in a minute walking past his coffee and paperwork: i made a mistake #YOU DO NOT HAVE FOUR ARMS SIR #he wanted to help #; moonwoken / francis / 026 #; prime numbers can be intimidating ❪ verse / teacher. ❫ #; francis devereaux & cas krushnic ❪ lovepurposed / connection. ❫

[mercyburned-aa]

@moonwoken​

        a chill was coming back into the air,  but it wasn’t just from the oncoming winter.  clare sat beside the fire at camp,  her bow and quiver leaning against one of the logs that alistair and sten had found and dragged into the center of the tents.  returning to ostagar on edric’s errand had all but taken the soul out of her.  heavy was how it had made her feel  ーー  heavy and old in a way for which she didn’t have words.  the bodies,  covered in snow,  jutted out at her like blades and she hadn’t been able to leave quickly enough. 

except for who she’d found still alive.  stormy blue eyes lingered on francis,  the king-who-somehow-lived.  they’d brought him back to camp.  there were no other options.  the rat-bastard traitor howe had taken highever.  redcliffe was too far and denerim too busy  ;  lothering was a black and blighted ruin.  and with loghain having put out a bounty for her and alistair,  the roads were dangerous enough.  for all she knew,  the safest place for him might be bloody orzammar at this point.  but camp would have to do. 

❛ you should eat, ❜  she said at length,  voice its normal raspiness as she nodded towards the bowl of soup in front of him.  morrigan’s cooking,  which had been sustaining them all so far.  ❛ we can’t stay here come morning. ❜

#moonwoken #moonwoken / francis. #&. ‛ interactions.︐ › clare cousland. #&. ‛ i could write it better than you ever felt it.︐ › threads.

[batteredoptimist]

@moonwoken​ liked this post for a starter!

The last customer of the day had just left and James had propped the door open to let in a bit of fresh air as he finished up his evening chores. Outside the sun was just starting to set and a rich, golden light spilled in through his shoppe’s giant picture window. People were still out on the streets- eager to chase those last few rays of broad daylight until they were swallowed up forever behind city buildings.  As the last few sweeps of James’s broom traveled across the floor, faint strains of music started to drift in. 

       This wasn’t the first time James had heard those lovely notes. When the weather was good he liked to leave the door open and had started looking forward to hearing what beautiful song might next be carried in on the wind. Customers often commented about it, and it was an absolute shame that he was was usually too busy working whenever the violinist decided to play. 

        This time James could actually hear the music in person for once if he hurried and he was eager to do so.  With the sweeping rushed through, he decided to sacrifice the rest of his chores for morning. Quickly he plucked his apron over his head and swapped it for his trusty old blue cardigan. Keys jangled in the lock and then he was off briskly down the street. It wasn’t too far down that James spotted the violinist, and excitement bubbled up in his chest as he came to a stop some feet away to watch.

        The man was fine boned and slender, with lovely golden hair that matched the dwindling daylight. His nimble fingers danced along the neck of the violin in a breathtaking fashion, and though many people stopped by to watch for a moment or two here or there, James paid them no mind.  When the song finally came to a gentle, flittering end, James almost didn’t realize it- so dazed by the entrapment of song and the vision of the man. Once he did, he quickly broke into a round of appreciative applause.

#moonwoken #v.main #v.years weaving

[smokedanced]

@moonwoken​ said: [throat] - to grip my muse gently but firmly by the throat (My Cas for your Dean)

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ Ah... ❞    Dean can practically feel his face develop a flush, part from Cas’s hand on his throat sending sparks right through his body & part from the freakin’ moan or whatever it was that just involuntarily escaped his lips.

               Fucking... Why is it not surprising, that Cas would just, deadpan, do something like this and, and why, for the love of... Does he need to be looking so fucking sexy in the process?    ❝ Cas, uh. ❞    This is a sexy thing, right? As in, intended as such? It’s not, say, Cas just being violent with him? Pissed off at him? Dean can’t for the life of him read the angel’s expression. But if it was a pissed off thing, Dean doubts his grip would be so deliberate, so perfectly gentle enough not to prevent him from breathing but also tight enough to command attention and be definitely inescapable. Dean practically vibrates. Conjures a semi-shrug, like a challenge.    ❝ That the best you got, Cas? ❞    All he wants now is for Cas to manhandle him somewhere horizontal & rip off his clothes.

#moonwoken #; muse / dean winchester. #; keeps fighting / ( verse. dean / main ) #; moonwoken / castiel & dean / 008 #lemons // #; dean winchester ❪ muse. ❫

[evermxre-a]

@moonwoken​ said :  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜ (Also from Francis if you're interested, being dramatic with words like 'dark soul')

the words that fall from francis’ lips have the prince’s chest TIGHTENING with a NEED that he has tried his damnedest to ignore. fate is a cruel mistress, toying with him— with THEM— in such a way. francis is so rarely corporeal, so rarely in this flesh and blood form that adam can TOUCH— and, god, how he wants to touch him. how he wants to feel the former prince ; how he wants to feel him, hands on his skin and in his hair. it’s like an ACHE that has settled over him, a cruel one that insists on sinking into every fibre of his being, but at least it distracts.                  “ is it? ”  he manages to ask, and his voice is ROUGH and GRAVELLY, a sign of just how much those POSSESSIVE words affect him. there is color on francis’ face, just as there is color on adam’s. how dare he be so HUMAN, yet so out of reach? it is a CRUEL TRICK. the prince steps forward, glancing over his shoulder only briefly to make sure that no one else is inside the library right now ; they would think he a madman, whispering things to someone that no one else but him can see. hand reaches for francis’ shirt, a silent prayer of relief being sent up when he can TOUCH him without his hand going straight through him ; he is corporeal for now, something that has adam thanking whatever gods are up there.                                        against the bookshelf does he push the former prince, hand still clutching that fabric. he will not let go until he has to ; he will hang onto this for as long as he can. at what point did everything that he wanted, everything that he HUNGERS for, turn into francis? he does not know, and he does not care. not right now. he does not have TIME to care. each moment must be cherished ; each moment must be used to its fullest.  “ tell me, your highness, ”  adam leans in and whispers into his ear,  “ how often do you wish it were you that i hold in my arms at these insufferable parties i have to attend? because, you see... ”  words trail off, lips moving to brush against francis’s skin : against the curve of his jawline, against his neck. please don’t fade away on him now.  “ ... i find myself wishing it were you almost every single time— rather silly ,is it not? i find myself wishing YOU were the young woman that i spend the night with, in more ways than one. i find myself CRAVING you. that poisoned knife is embedded within both of us, darling, and i have no bloody clue how to get it out. ”

#moonwoken #— * ❝ so‚ you've come to stare at the 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓‚ have you? ╱ answered asks. #— * ❛ once upon a time‚ in the hidden heart of france. ╱ canon verse. #suggestive tw #// i put it under a read more bc it got kinda long #and a little heated but shhhh

[olivierperrier]

things you said with my lips on your neck

Olivier is not a man of many words.

Or rather, he is, but you have to be patient enough for them. See vulnerability enough for them. And with Francis? Oh, Olivier was everything in the world to vulnerable.

A quiet man unfolds to someone else under Francis's touch, fingers coaxing unintelligible syllables as they skate bare skin and undo every defense as deftly as they had been constructed. Relentless enough attention has even led to volume unimaginable from Olivier as the bed rocks hard against the wall and he becomes everything held back.

He says so many things, rushed and slurred and clear and slow. Things like "please" , and "fuck, god..." and his favorite of all: "Francis". Tonight, they are spooled around each other in an armchair that really should be moved to private quarters - but it never matters as the velvet storefront curtains are drawn thick and soft. Olivier is at Francis's mercy as he always is, his own teasing turned back on him so easily to gain the upper hand and melt the book keeper like ice on a hot day. Today, the murmurs are "yes" and "darling" and "cheri" as fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of Francis's neck to urge him impossibly closer. They already know how this ends: devouring and attentive and merciless in adoration. Eventually feet trip up the stairs and clothes drop behind them in a deja vu of their first time. Eventually Francis's lips are pressed to Olivier's soft neck again and again between cool sheets and heaving chests in the warm aftermath of it all. White neck bared so willingly as if to offer his life, pulse jumping even after all the work it has already done that night. The simplest part to tear out and end sound forever, the show of surrender, the parley of trust. Olivier holds Francis close with all of this around them and nothing between them and says the best of all when lips breathe sensitive, again and again and again.

" i love you. i do, i do, i do. "

#moonwoken #francis; love like a chapel in a hospital

[dochaes]

@moonwoken​ said: “What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.” (Missy)

kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences    /    ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ Stop playing  games  with me, Missy, ❞    she says, anger in her tone, though she’s not doing a very good job at hiding how caught off guard she is. Yes, the Doctor was hoping to... not to get away from Missy, per se, but to  —  not remain a prisoner, more like. & this is bad, properly bad, and what else does she expect  after what she did to Missy,  when she was Melissa? Anything that happens now, the Doctor has it coming. & she does not like Missy’s playful tone.    ❝ What are going to do to me? ❞    The act is dropped  —  the Doctor lets her discomfort show. No point in hiding it. Missy knows her well enough to be able to see through any mask of heroism or indifference she might put up for somebody else. Her question is a rare offering of honesty. She’s not quite scared, but she is uncomfortable. She’s been stabbed & locked up, and she isn’t keen on it getting worse.    ❝ You don’t need to keep me a prisoner for me to stay, ❞    she says, though the sentiment has been repeated so many times she knows better than to hope it to make any difference.    ❝ I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But my feelings for you were never a lie. ❞

#moonwoken #; of mostly hope / mainverse. #; moonwoken / missy / 005 #toxic relationship cw

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for moonwoken : Lots of love to @moonwoken, who is not only an amazing, talented writer, but also an amazing friend ooc who absolutely deserves all the best in the world. Orion has such a firm grasp on his muses that it's always easy hearing their voices in his writing, and he gives them so much love and dedication - often way more than than their canon ever did - that he's truly made them his own.

#🐝・゜゜・bee positive! #moonwoken

[thecoldremembers]

@moonwoken asked for a short starter!

“Lady, you might wanna clear out. Things are about to get real ugly around here in a sec.”

#moonwoken #i think i'm gonna go with missy if that's alright! #just cuz there's SO MUCH potential for interesting storytelling there #feel free to message me anytime if you want to know about bucky and/or wanna plot!

[compendiumofconstellations]

@moonwoken​ for Francis!

“It’s been a long time since we’ve done something like this. Just the two of us, no greater purpose in mind. Just...us.” 

He looked over at Francis, watched the way the sunlight reflected off of his brother’s blonde hair. It made him feel like a child again, showing Francis all the best spots to go to. When they could sneak away from their father and Catherine, those were the best times.

“What made you think of this?”

#moonwoken #v: canon

[mercyburned-aa]

How has rp changed you personally?

be honest meme.

i think it's made me both more open-minded and more sure of myself. writing is a huge hobby for me - i don't feel Right if i don't do it, and the social aspect of rp is why i prefer it over writing fanfiction, even if that means i don't always get to write all the things i want. but designing all these characters and trying to give them unique voices, backstories, and personalities has made me do a lot of reflection both on myself and my own life and on those around me. for me, at least, i think i'm a better writer because i'm better at understanding people and their motivations. i also think it's made me a better person because i'm less impulsive about assuming things and i tend to ask more questions to figure people out instead of jumping to conclusions, which was a bad habit in my teenage years and early 20's. i don't think i do that as much anymore.

also, i think it's made me value myself more. learning how to say no on here and how to stand up for myself more on here has actually been good practice for doing it in my job, etc. and even before i started writing on tumblr, i honestly think i developed some good collaboration skills by running big rpg's with other writers -- many of whom i'm still friends with to this day. it's also just a lot of fun. when rp goes well, it's one of my favorite hobbies to engage with.

#moonwoken #&. ‛ i’m not dead，i only dress that way.︐ › munday.

[hatilead]

❝  you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.  ❞      @moonwoken​    +     dean   

                    𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄          often on the pleasure of sleep .       watches time pass without a sweet interlude .       does no longer dream behind closed yes ,        does no longer rest when head finds the comfort of a pillow .       hammock sways to gentle rhythm of the sea beneath .      reminds man of maw of beast .        𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐘 ,       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄   .           loneliness has been a companion .        a friend underneath both sun and moon .       but the ache of it now becomes an unmarked grave             /             for how bitter it does taste when there has been something sweeter added to it .     

tongue refuses to admit the fact that he has laid curled up on other man’s floor .     it has been his cabin which had been offered ,      after all .       a fools deal .       to think of himself as unchanged back when man had first stepped foot on board .      now ,      when moon taunts him with silver light ,      there is nothing for him to gnaw on except his own heartstrings .       𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄     .        for the first time in many years ,       sleep ,      an easy escape to pass the agonizingly slow ticking of time ,       had seemed like a better solution .    

❝  beautiful .  ❞       captain tries the word for size between his teeth ,       let’s it rest ‘pon tongue as if he is almost tasting it .        memory of food long forgotten too ,      but he can pretend .   small chuckle dares to burst out from between his lips .      𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒    ,         looks up at the only person who has ever made life bearable as if it is simply his     right     to sit ‘pon wooden floor .        ❝  you must be mistaken .  ❞        there is no longer a tease about spying ,      about looking in the moments one should cast their eyes towards the sky .       both of them have looked enough in days passed  .          ❝  i fear it could not compare to you ,     if you were able to see what i have seen ,      you would rethink your words  .  ❞   

teeth nearly clamp down on his own tongue at spoken words .       casts away his gaze as to escape from the look of judgement he is sure to see in companion’s eyes .        𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊   .    

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@moonwoken​ sent a whole bunch of the mun questions

Are there any fandom(s) you avoid roleplaying in? :: you know, i don’t think so? there are fandoms i have no interest in (although i’m extremely crossover friendly to fandoms i know nothing about, usually) but i don’t go out my way to avoid a specific fandom.

What made you start wanting to roleplay? :: as far back as i can remember, i’ve been telling stories to myself, inserting myself in them. like i was seven years old when pokemon started airing in finland, and i would spend a lot of time imagining “fanfic” types of things in my head and either inserting an alter ego of myself in the story or imagining myself as one of the existing characters. i did this even when i was younger, but that was my first fandom based thing. since then, i’ve just... done it with whatever media i liked at the time. roleplaying via writing seemed like a natural extension of that, i started doing that when i was 14, ish, probably.

What are your thoughts on duplicates? :: i adore duplicates!! the only anxiety i get is when i’m unsure whether the other mun is iffy with duplicates or not. but i absolutely love seeing other people’s portrayals of my favourite beans. i have zero worries about people copying me, but slight worries about people thinking i steal from them i guess?? obviously, i don’t.

What are your thoughts on people who goes all out on the aesthetic for their blogs? Do you think they’re have the right to express their creativity however they want? :: short answer: yes. long answer: accessibility absolutely matters, but i think things such as bigger font / lack of fancy text generator text, are more important with something that is meant to be shared widely. like, for example, because i have a public twitter and i partake in public conversations there, i would not use fancy fonts there. however, someone’s roleplay blog doesn’t necessarily need to be accessible for anybody other than that person’s writing partners and that person themselves. it’s not fanfic that should be readable for anybody; the purpose of it is to engage with a writing partner, not distribute it widely, even if it is on a public platform. as long as you don’t get shitty about it when someone unfollows you because your formatting gives them migraines or is hard to read, or format your responses in a way that goes against someone’s rules, to that person, you’re fine, imho? like do what your want, it’s your blog, but also you are making an active choice to potentially miss out on writing partners if your aesthetic is very difficult to access.

What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog? :: to give my best for all of my muses. i adore these characters and i want to... not take it too lightly, not that there’s anything wrong with taking rp lightly!

Is there someone you admire on here? (Not me) :: on point for you to include i can’t say you! pfft. there are many people i look up to, i admire everybody who has love for their muses!

If you could recommend at least five blogs to your followers, who would they be? :: hee, guess who didn’t say “not me”! @moonwoken​ is my irl spouse and a phenomenal writer who inspires me every day. @rubiesintherough​ has an impressive amount of original characters that are fleshed out. @hatilead​ writes so poetically i sometimes just stare at my screen and sweat a little. @thekingsparty​ is one of my oldest mutuals since i entered the spn rpc and has been writing crowley since fucking 2012. @lefae​ and their blogs are an absolute joy to have around if you want excitable conversations about your plots.

What’s the one thing you dislike about the roleplaying community on Tumblr? :: hmmm, just one? the purity culture. the attempts for censorship of “problematic” content. people grouping acts of harmful things (such as writing a racist caricature, which is an act of racism) with depictions of harmful things (such as writing an abusive ship, which is not an act, but a depiction of abuse) together and acting as if they are equally bad. the fandom anti culture. posting callouts on people based on what fictional content they write when they are not forcing it on anybody and are open about writing it (the only point of such callouts is to abuse these people, you don’t need to “warn” people about what someone is doing when they are open and honest about it already). “please don’t harrass this person but [insert callout here]” well, see, people are going to harrass that person anyway. people acting as if some rando’s rp blog with a few hundred followers writing xyz would “normalise” it and vouching for censorship instead of education, in general. i wrote a bigger post about this earlier this year that i reblog periodically, here. btw, i’m not talking about people with rules such as “don’t follow me if you write xyz”, that’s fine, and completely different from “nobody should write xyz”. and i hate it so much when people act as if something being “gross” would make it problematic. no, picking your nose in public is gross; actual harm to real people is HARMFUL. wish people would stop trivialising shit. anything can be squicky or even triggery to someone in a fictional context. doesn’t make it harmful.

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