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dumb-hat · 4 years

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Prompt #08: “Clamor” - FFXIV Write 2020

The problem wasn’t that Evander couldn’t still. Actually, if anything, usually the problem was that he couldn’t stop sitting still. Whatever it was that just made people get up and do things, Evander didn’t have it. Other people could just decide to do something, like clean or run errands, but for Evander, it often felt like some terrible inertia just kept him rooted—if he felt anything at all. Hell, it could even be something he wanted to do, something he’d been looking forward to for days, but switching gears to take on the new task wasn’t just daunting. It felt impossible. He could think, he could talk to himself, he could mentally scream and shout about all the things he had to do until his head was just a tangled cacophony of misdirected motivation and undirected frustration, but sometimes, he just couldn’t do.

And then other times, something would grab him and just wouldn’t let go. He’d be lost, elbow-deep in the guts of some machine he bought from some shady goblin, for hours. Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t in control, like instead some wild and untamed spirit was forcing him to do something, endlessly and unthinking. Usually though, it just felt satisfying, and to be honest, things rarely felt satisfying. When he was like this, all neurons and pistons firing all at once on something that he often didn’t choose to focus on, when he was most active, was when he strangely felt most at rest.

It didn’t help that people could easily notice these two sides to him—inertia and locomotion, silence and clamor—but couldn’t reconcile them. “Just do the thing. It’s not that hard. Once it’s done, you can do whatever you want. Organize your screw collection later.” After all, deciding to do something was the easiest thing, right? It’s how you do literally everything: you realize something needs to be done, you decide to do it, you do it, it’s done.

So, really, sitting still wasn’t the problem.

So, why was being locked up in a dungeon that bad? All he had to do was sit here and lose himself in whatever interesting minutiae he could find. How many bricks lined the walls of his cell? How many bars were on the grate above him? Could he recall the plot of the last novel he had read? Did he know how printing worked? What about bookbinding? He knew some people got into restoring old books, and that sounded interesting. Could he figure out how to do that right now, without any research? He could guess, and then maybe later he would be surprised to see how close or how far off he was from the actual process. Speaking of books, he was going to need to get a book on crab care. He had no idea how to take care of a crab! Did he need a tank or a cage? Should St. Barnabus free-roam? Or maybe he cou—

His mind ran like an engine attached to nothing.

How long had he even been here? Realistically, it could have only been a few hours. It was early afternoon when he was attacked and “arrested,” and it was… sometime now. Night. Late night. How long had he been out? It couldn’t have been days, could it? That wouldn’t make sense. And besides, if it had been days, that wouldn’t count because he had only been conscious for a few hours. So, really, the mental anguish of solitary confinement and imprisonment only counted… for a few hours.

Great. Fuck.

Time was another problem. Sometimes it felt like he existed outside of it. Whether he was idling mindlessly, at the mercy of directionless mental free-association, or in the grips of some unstoppable hyperfocus, it was nothing for him to lose hours of his day. If someone asked him how long something was going to take, his estimates could vary wildly. If it was something he had done, or something like something else he had done, something he had context for, his estimates would be pretty reliable—if he could stay engaged and on-task. Any distraction would throw things way off course. If it was something new and novel, even the best estimate was a crapshoot. It could take weeks or it could take minutes. How was he to know?

So how long had he been here? Weeks or minutes? He had no clue. He cou—

Something split the silence. Something like a distant rustling of keys, then the turning of a knob and the creaking of an opening door, several pairs of shuffling footsteps, and then finally, a voice.

“Lieutenant, release this man at once!”

Evander stared at St. Barnabus for one long, suspenseful second as the raspy basso explained that one of the prisoner being held in this cell—Evander pointed to himself, mouthing the words “It’s me!” to St. Barnabus excitedly—was actually an undercover officer of some import who had been imprisoned by mistake. Another voice apologized effusively, only to be cut off so that the basso could utter another set of orders, this time to a third individual, who responded with a bored, affirmative, but there’s something about the footsteps that don’t quite match the performative listlessness behind the voice.

The next thing he heard was the tremendous groan of the grate above him being opened, followed by the clattering of a chain ladder down the wall of the cell. Within moments, standing before him was a familiar sight: a beautiful heart-shaped face, pale as the moon, framed in hair black as the night that it calls home. The immaculately tailored Yellowjackets uniform she was wearing was a surprise, though. She flashed him a lazy half-smile and the most casual of nods Evander had ever seen. “Hey.”

He tried to match her composure and failed miserably. Something had grabbed him, and it wouldn’t let go.

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#FFxivWrite2020 #FFxivWrite #Crime Time #ADHD

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desperatelyseekingroleplay · 4 years

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Hi, all, so I’m looking for one, or two, or maybe even three, people to roleplay with on a regular basis. I’m 20 years old, pride myself on being a half-decent writer and am pretty good at coming up with interesting plots. I usually roleplay in the third person, mainly about gay, or lesbian couples, sometimes fandom, sometimes not. More often than not fantasy, or something supernatural is involved.

This is probably going to be a really long post. I’m sorry, but I like being thorough.

What I’m looking for in a RP partner:

Must be over 18

Must be able to write full, sort of understandable sentences

Must reply in at least a short paragraph (I don’t think that a bit of dialogue combined with one, or two descriptive sentences is too much to ask.)

Must not be a purely passive RPer (This has become a bit of a pet peeve of mine. It’s very hard to RP, when the person you’re writing with is pretty much just repeating what you’ve written back to you. Things like: “He took his hand.” -> “He let/felt him take his hand.”, as opposed to: “He took his hand.” -> “Feeling him take his hand, he squeezed their fingers together tightly.”, or -> “He quickly tugged his hand out of his grasp.”. Every response should bring the plot forward in at least some small way.)

Should be okay at staying in character, if we’re doing anything fandom related.

Shouldn’t expect me to reply every day. (I usually have the time to RP a few times a week, but not every day. Sometimes with lengthier RPs, I will reply once a day, but it all depends on my ever-changing schedule.)

I don’t expect perfect grammar, or really perfect anything, because I know I won’t be perfect, either. Let’s just try our best and hopefully something wonderful will come of it. What you can expect from my end is a slightly too enthusiastic plotter, hopefully a pretty friendly person over all and the occasional essay-length reply (I do try to edit my replies a bit, but sometimes I can’t help myself).

Some Non-Fandom Related Themes I Like RPing about:

(Technically, some of these can be Fandom Related, if we roleplay AUs, I suppose)

Mythology/Fairytales/Folklore/Legends/Gods/Spirits

High/Dark/Urban Fantasy

Magic

Magical Creatures (elves, fairies, vampires, werewolfes, merpeople, dragons, shapeshifters, etc..)

Historical (I do not promise accuracy, but I do my best)

Supernatural shenanigans (ghosts, angels, demons, etc...)

Royalty, or some other sort or hierarchy/class system

Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe

Criminal Activity (Mafia stuff, serial killers, assassins, gore, etc...)

Sci-Fi/Futuristic

Enemies To Lovers

In Vino Veritas (Confessions under the Influence)

Smut (Depends specifically on the content)

Gays, Everywhere!

My Favourite Fandoms and Ships:

(If you can’t find a ship/fandom you like, just ask me about it, this isn’t a complete list of everything I’m willing to RP. Not by a long shot.)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Aang/Zuko

Azula/Ty-Lee

Jee/Zuko

Sokka/Zuko

Castlevania (Netflix Series)

Hector/Isaac

Hector/Vlad Dracula Tepes

Isaac/Vlad Dracula Tepes

Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

Bruce Wayne/Slade Wilson

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson

Lorin Hammon/Raphael

Detroit: Become Human

Connor/Elijah Kamski

RK900/Gavin Reed

Discworld

Lord Downey/Havelock Vetinari

Esmerelda Weatherwax/Gytha Ogg

Lord Havelock Vetinari/Rufus Drumknott

Lord Havelock Vetinari/Commander Samuel Vimes

Good Omens:

Aziraphale/Crowley

Beezlebub/Gabriel

Harry Potter:

Abraxas Malfoy/Tom Riddle Jnr

Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald

Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy

Charlus Potter/Tom Riddle Jnr

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott

Eileen Prince/Walburga Black

Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Jnr

Helga Hufflepuff/Rowena Ravenclaw

Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson

James Potter/Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape

Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Tom Riddle Jnr/Former Schoolmates and Deatheaters

Kuroshitsuji:

Sebastian Michaelis/William T. Spears

Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed:

Jiang Cheng/Lan Xichen

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang (In some order. I ship ever conceivable pairing involving these three)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power:

Adora/Catra

Entrapta/Hordak (More of a friendship, than anything else)

Horde Prime/Someone

Sherlock Holmes (BBC and Books):

Jim Moriarty/Sherlock Holmes

John Watson/Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes/Victor Trevor

I hope this wasn’t a massive pain to get through and well done for having the patience to make it this far. ^.^

If this suits you and you saw a few things you liked, or you just have some questions, definitely comment on this, or reblog, or message me, whatever floats your boat.

ヾ(＾∇＾)

#Roleplay Partner Wanted #Roleplay Partner Ad #Roleplay Partner Search #Roleplay Partner Needed #Rp Buddy Search #Rp Partner Needed #Rp Partner Wanted #Rp Partner Ad #Rp Partner Search #Original Roleplay Wanted #Fandom Roleplay Wanted #Long Term Roleplay Wanted #Seeking Roleplay Partner #submission

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rage-of-the-sea · 4 years

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LF RP - Hikaru Iteya

The Basics ––– –

Age: 27 Birthday: 31st Sun of 5th Umbral Moon Race: Au Ra - Raen Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Marital Status: Single Server: Goblin

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Short, very short. Sometimes he will weave tiny braids into the sides.

Eyes: Green-blue

Height: 6′5″

Build: Slim and athletic, very fit. It doesn’t seem like he should be able to wield his axe the way he can, and yet....

Distinguishing Marks: A longer tail than is modeled in game. Long, and slim, it almost touches the ground. He has freckles across his cheeks and shoulders and back. He sort of has a baby face.

Common Accessories: none

Personal ––– –

Profession: Sellsword (sell axe?), bodyguard, adventurer

Hobbies: meditation, yoga-like stretches, painting, writing poetry

Languages: Eorzean (with doman accent), Doman

Residence: Nothing stable

Birthplace: Doma castle

Religion: Prays to the Kami

Patron Deity: His family’s patron Kami spirit of the ocean

Fears: Being found, failure, drowning, being lost to the Rage of Sea

Personality: Calm, collected, and cool - he’s hard to read at the best of times, but he’ll always have a pleasant and neutral smile and seem rather friendly. He is actually very sweet and compassionate and humble.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: none

Children: none

Parents: Tikaoru Irimizu (father), and Chida Irimizu nee Iteya

Siblings: One half sister named Hiromi

Other Relatives: One uncle Shouto from his father’s side. He calls his father’s mistress, Loyaha, his aunt.

Pets: None. He used to have some pet rabbits, but he left them when he left his home.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: A pipe, very rarely.

Drugs: None.

Alcohol: He is a social drinker but has an incredibly high alcohol tolerance.

RP Hooks ––– –

First Son, Only Heir - He is the Heir to a Doman noble family that sided with the Garleans when they retook Doma after the revolt....not out of loyalty to the empire, but in an effort to preserve themselves and maintain the status quo. They were a clan of martial artists and guards on the outside, and known for infiltration and ninja skills to those who were privy. One from Doma or Kugane may recognize the characteristic blue skin and pale scales of his family, the way he carries himself, the way he handles blades...and remember that the family is missing their only son.

Run Away Adventurer - In eorzea, he is just an adventurer with an accent and a way around sword, axe, dagger, and spear. He’s always for hire, and he’s a hard worker.

Old Teacher? - As heir to the clan, he did his share of teaching students that came for a year or two or more to learn martial arts from them. A ninja or samurai very well might recognize their old teacher from the opportunity to visit the Irimizu so many years ago.

Contact Information ––– –

Here on tumblr is a good way to reach me! I have discord available on request!

MISC NOTES

- Hikaru is an excellent liar. You won’t be able to tell if he’s lying. Trust me.

- He on occasion has been known to enjoy putting on make up. Don’t be surprised if you see him with eyeliner, eyeshadow, and even paint on his lips.

- Hikaru has been gifted with something his family clan calls The Rage of the Sea. This is basically a bloodrage. It’s hard to tell what triggers it, but when it happens there is no way to calm him. Your best bet is to let him wear himself out to exhaustion and collapse.

- Hikaru is an expert with the blades. Katana, knives, and spear are his primaries. Since coming to Eorzea, he has picked up the Axe.

- He is a fantastic swimmer and was blessed by the Kojin for underwear breath.

- In the future i would be very interested in plots that have him returning back to Doma and lifting his clan back up, or startnig a new one!

- A lot of the inspiration for his family comes from fantasy chinese dramas, like The Untamed so if you need a feel of it.

#LFRP #FFXIV RP #Crystal RP #Hikaru Iteya

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cerebrumetindurum · 4 years

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Positivity for Verbintenis pls

@skyllarks

FEEGLE. Oh, Feegle. Where do I begin?

Her irrecoverable kindness? Her untameable spirit? Her frankly appalling sleep habits?

Feegle is among my oldest RP partners and one of my greatest friends. I’m so happy to have her in my life and I hope we stay friends for years to come. She is an incredible writer and a true friend.

#curiositas et robus

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vulpesse-arc · 4 years

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NONVERBAL RP STARTERS ! ✿ selectively accepting. @starvedwclf has asked: 🤝 ─── Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it.

How long does it take, to finally grow accustomed to the SINS and DEMONS of an ichorous prison that does not belong to her ? He would oftentimes disappear, vocalizing no farewells and giving no explanations as far as his intentions were, as far as his needs and his urges were concerned ; and each single time, Ahri would be left wondering why he feared his DARKNESS so much, to the point that he continued to try and desperately hide it from her sight. She was not a damsel in distress, nor was she a gracious and fragile princess living within an exquisite castle of glass ─── SHE WAS WILD, for the primal spirit of the forest inhabited the vacant spacing within her suffocating ribcage and the cursed ichor of untamed beasts flowed through her gilded veins.

However, in spite of her PUERILE CURIOSITY, she had never followed him / She did not know WHAT had stopped her feet from crawling right behind him but she knew that, not once, did she experience the URGE to invade the sanctity of his privacy. Was she really becoming that FOND of him, of his rough presence and of his incomprehensible feelings ? What an odd thing...

Defenses were momentarily lowered by the plethora of thoughts pirouetting within the confines of her blurred mind, thus hindering her usually enhanced senses from perceiving his presence. Only once his hand is outstretched in pursuance of finding her own, does she recognize the pungent scent filling her nostrils ─── A perfume that she would have recognized amidst a thousands, for it reminded her of a place ( of a PERSON ) that she could always come back to. Plush tiers instantaneously curl upwards into the vision of a content simper as she crawls closer to his much bigger frame, allowing a LOUD PURR to thunder across her breastbone whilst she nuzzles against him, intertwining their fingers together and burying her visage in the welcoming crook of his neck. ❝ Are you feeling better ? ❞ And this is how she slowly begins to comprehend the difference between desiring something for selfish lusts and actually caring about someone else / Her own needs did not matter, as long as he’d always come back to her.

#.• ❤ ─ ▸ HEARTS at war into the dawn. ╱ ❪ ﹠ v. main ❫#starvedwclf #EEEEHHHH DOKI #♡♡♡♡

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beyondthetemples · 4 years

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Multimuse RP questions!

{{ I couldn’t figure out which RP blog to stick these on (since I have like. nine), so I figured I’d just skip to the Answering Part over here. =w=

Found here: https://memesfortheroleplayerssoul.tumblr.com/post/163688858676

is there a muse that you wish gets more attention? Honestly? Dove. There are a couple of people who've said they love reading about her, and I'm so absolutely eternally delighted for them, too deeply appreciative for words! A couple friends I met via rping her, and a couple friends I met in Certain discord servers, but that's about it anymore. But she's my baby, you know? I love her, she's amazing, and I wish more people took the time to write stories with her, because she just has so much potential! I mean, yeah, for angst of course, but also for healing and comfort, for action and fantasy, for mystical and mundane plots alike. She's so multi-faceted and fascinating to explore, I just... well, maybe it's more selfish in that I need help exploring some of the more mundane stuff with her. Because if it doesn't really Have Relevance to a Particular Plot, I generally won't wind up writing it, let alone publishing it. :P But this answer's already too long; I could rave about Dove for hours! All I'm trying to say is, I wish more people cared about OCs.

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse? Favorite to RP with? Far and away, Dove! Favorite for crack RPs, Srentha or Leyla. Favorite canon character is a GIGANTIC toss-up between Raven and Lapis. Favorite characters to explore for personal reasons are Ryou Bakura and Blue Diamond, but I have a hard time bringing myself to actually WRITE about them, for some reason...

is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with? (Besides the ones I haven't advertised? ^^';;) Maybe Phobia? She has only ever existed in comic canons-- though she WAS in the Teen Titans Go comics too! (The original series, not the... bastardization). Anyways, she's a much lesser-known muse. And my muse for her is wildly unreliable, she's a volatile and abrasive character, and my inspiration for her has run dry for awhile now...

if you HAD to choose, who’s your least favorite muse? Phobia. o_o See above, actually.

which one of your muses have you been playing the longest? Prooobably Dove? She was the one I started rping with, of course!

which one of your muses has the most ships? Ships in their canon, or ships in my rps? Because you're talking to a demigray here; I don't really do romance? But in my stories, Dove has 3 ships (all at different times in her life). In rps, Dove has been kinda-contemplating-it shipped a couple times, but never got to the point of, you know, kissing... and in fandom, Lapis probably has the most.

what is each of your muses’ otps? notps? ~ Dove and Srentha together~ (Don't have notps for them.) ~ Kary: food? sleep? Her canon boyfriend Eric ~ Leyla has a qpp named Toby in the stories. ~ Raven: I'm demonbirds trash. I don't even know how that happened, honestly. (Notps include B|BRae and, while not as strong of a NO in the jlvtt canon, ter/raven.) ~ Lapis Lazuli: OTP with Peridot! Intensely notp with jasper. ~ Blue Diamond: OTP with Yellow hardcore, no notps to speak of. ~ Phobia: Utterly unexplored??? I think she voluntarily abstains. ~ Ryou: OTP with Joey (thank my girlfriend for that one)! Notp with Yami Bakura, it’s absolutely 100% possibly my most violently-disgusted NOtp yet. Also with Diva because... What The Fuck??? But I won't rant about that just now. ~ Jess: I haven't really done much shipping, though Mistress and Trick are a hella canon, deeply bonded breeding couple. ~ Evangeline? Sorta-OTP with my gf's character Taex, though it's not exactly a ~romantic~ dynamic. Notp with Srentha, probably, considering she'd try to kill him, given the chance, and she’s pissed at Dove for marrying him.

why were you drawn to each one of your characters? Okay, listen, you can't just ask something like this and expect an easy answer! I could write an Actual Legitimate Essay on EACH ONE, because I only write a character when I'm Extremely Highkey Personally Emotionally Inspired by them!

UPDATE: I tried to summarize, I really did! But there's just so MUCH, and it turned into an essay on its own. --> https://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/189837029682/why-were-you-drawn-to-each-one-of-your-characters

Summaries go like this: Dove is brave, complex enough to delve deeply in and constantly discover new facets of, and inspiring enough to create a positive experience while doing so. Srentha is fun, positive, and passionate, and legitimate ADHD representation. Leyla is a chill miracle child of creativity and quiet passion. Raven is the reason I'm still alive and perfectly reflected me at about age 14, so I have a very deep personal connection to her. Kary is so fun to explore because she's my polar opposite, as a temperamental pyrokinetic who revels in chaos and really just wants to have a good time. Evangeline is everything Dove suppresses, brought to life, so she's fun to explore as an extension of Dove! Lapis has a lot of struggles to explore and has done a lot of healing and growth that I'd like to expand on someday. Blue Diamond and Ryou Bakura were basically literally me, so I can explore the trauma and healing from their perspectives in a safe space. And Phobia? I just wanted to put characters' mettle to the test honestly, and see what would happen.

which muse is the most fun to write for? Oh, Srentha, absolutely hands down! Dove does have the best close-friends casual-fun kind of rp relationships, though. And Mistress the Mismagius has this sardonic teasing sense of humor that always makes me smile, especially with Murky (Murkrow).

is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who? Oh stars, I don't need another one. =w= I've been... struggling to get my Ryou blog actually up and running for a long while now. Nobody new has inspired me lately, but I'm pretty stuck in my fandom ways.

what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting? I stick it all in their bios! But, let's see... Dove: Even though she's Raven's half-sister, she keeps it DESPERATELY hidden, and nobody IC is supposed to know about that. Srentha is very deeply rooted in Azarathean pacifism and won't do much in battle besides help people retreat. Leyla has her father's heart condition and can't do anything too active. Kary will rarely use her powers, as conjuring even a simple spark stings her scar badly. Lapis is more than her toxic relationship! Blue Diamond is NOT the dictator she once was! Ryou does NOT want the spirit of the millennium ring in his life anymore! Jess just... sticks mostly to Sinnoh and rarely ever leaves. And Evangeline has a palpable evil aura about her; she makes SURE of it.

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses? Dove hates pie. Srentha loves colorful things. Leyla will cover everything in glitter if you let her. Kary will do anything for some good food and/or a nap. Ryou's hair is untamable. Lapis doesn't guard her gem as carefully as she should. Blue Diamond may be more emotional, but she won't sing about it as frequently as other Gems. Raven... doesn't wear underwear?

which muse has the most aus or verses? I mean, the Lapis I was writing for was 97% canon divergent. Evangeline only exists as her own person (and not merely a partition of Dove's mind) in a DCUO-compatible timeline. But I don't really do aus or verses otherwise; it's just more stressful for me.

can you sort your muses from youngest to oldest? Sorting based on the ages I'll generally play them: Leyla (8-14), Dove (15-25), Kary (18+), Ryou (19+), Srentha (20+), Jess (22+), Phobia (23+), Lapis (5k+), Blue Diamond (10k+).

which muse is most willing to fight another muse? Oh, definitely Kary. (She won't fight Dove or Leyla, even if there's a really good reason. And Srentha has this weird power of defusing her. But anyone else, she can easily be provoked to fight on a dime.) Or maybe Evangeline, who will fight anyone at any time for any reason whatsoever?

do your muses get along with each other? Evangeline gets along with nobody. Dove/Srentha/Leyla are all a very tight-knit family, and Kary considers herself Dove's sister and Leyla's aunt. I've thought about what might happen if Lapis met Blue Diamond, but I don’t have the faintest idea of how that'd go? I did start an RP once where Lapis met Dove, and I planned to have them bond over homesickness and purpose-seeking, but then I lost the ehd I had that prewritten on, and never had the heart to try rewriting it. Ryou and Jess kinda exist in their own universe's bubble. (Jess has a whole cast of Pokemon creature muses she very much gets along with, though~)

would you ship any of your muses together? who? Dove and Srentha are hella-canon endgame already, that's been decided for like 12 years!

for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them? You know, I've never really been one much for wishing like that. I do wish Dove had a stable Raven again, since both of my all-time favorite Raven rpers have left the rp circle... but that's about it, really.

have you ever considered making a multimuse/is it easier having a multimuse? I mean, my Pokemon blog has like 19 muses built into the breeding center... 8F But no, I prefer to keep my drafts, rps, and tag systems for each muse on separate sideblogs. Tumblr's tags break WAY too often to shove them all in one place. (And with a sideblog, I don't have to log in and out every time I want to check for replies!)

which muse is the most problematic towards other muses? Toss-up between Phobia and Evangeline, obviously. Blue Diamond is a reformed Gem, the way I play her. (I don't care what anyone says, THAT'S CANON as HELL too!) But Evangeline actively goes out of her way to hurt and/or sacrifice people to her own ends,

which muse is most likely to make new friends? Probably Leyla, though now that SU has sent out a message across the Gem universe that Gems are welcome on Earth, Lapis could wind up meeting quite a lot of new acquaintances. It's much harder to befriend her, though. Srentha has a lot of charismatic energy too, and he’ll go out and make friends with anyone, given the chance.

which muses’ fandom do you like the best? Ahhh, don't make me CHOOSE like that! ;; Fandom like being a fan of them, or fandom like, liking the other people in the fandom? Because Steven Universe, Teen Titans, and YuGiOh all have incredibly special places in my heart, while having Their Issues amongst the fandom... Pokemon seems to be the best mannered fandom though, especially amidst the RP community.

is there someone playing the same muse/s as you and you really look up to them? Ohgosh, well there's a blog called, I think, melancholeyes?, that plays Blue so well, it's like reading canon scenes. I did see a blog that played a Ryou I respected, but I can't remember their name... and of course Larissa and Pix played great Ravens, but each a different version.

which muse do people send the most asks for? Probably Dove, thanks in large part to Caleb!

which muse is most likely to have kids? Leyla is already Dove's kid, so... 8F

is there a rule that someone keeps breaking for your muses? Not to my knowledge, but my rules aren't strict anyways.

can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest? ...Oh, stars. How am I supposed to sort them? Well, let's try this.

Weakest to strongest in combat (based on their style of choice): Ryou, Leyla, Srentha, Phobia, Evangeline, Jess, Kary, Dove, Lapis, Blue Diamond, Raven. ( * i switched raven and blue diamond around SO many times. both are immensely powerful with god-like abilities, but raven can literally destroy reality itself. so...)

Weakest to strongest by strength of heart and character: Phobia, Evangeline, uh... Kary? Srentha...? Uh... frICK THIS ONE'S HARD. Because they're all so strong in their own ways. Probably Leyla? Next tier is probably Blue, Lapis, and Jess, and Dove, Raven, and Ryou are highest tier.

which muse are you considering deleting? Phobia, and maybe sometimes Blue. (I actually... never got a single RP or follower on Blue. I'm still debating if I really WANT to rp as her, at least on Tumblr, knowing how toxic the fandom can get around the Diamonds...)

most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses? Pretty much! Especially Dove, Srentha, Leyla, and Raven!~ Raven's wit and clipped verbiage can be tricky to for me sometimes, but all it takes is a little tlc on her dialogue, and it doesn't slow down my enjoyment one bit. :} And when I'm in a Pokemon-hyperfocus mood, writing the Pokemon team is ALWAYS a blast! (Especially the Pokemon; their personalities are so dynamic together.) With muses like Lapis and Blue, and even Kary, the mood for their emotionality waxes and wanes, but I don't write for them unless I'm in The Right Frame of Mind to KEEP UP with them, you know? I never push myself in an rp until it's not fun anymore; at least I know where my writing burnout limits are.

Phobia and Evangeline are both sadistic, and when you're a compassionate person, that can be very hard to write out in the painstaking detail of my style. But sometimes my mind just Won't Shut UP about 'Vangie unless I WRITE IT OUT. Which is a good exercise of course, stretching my horizons and all that, and I do love writing the drama and conflict they stir up.

But beyond the momentary discomforts, I'm just so eager to explore their lives and minds and adventures, so yes, I absolutely DO have fun writing for each and every one!

#ooc rebloggables #questions list

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hyrulefms · 9 months

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"In the vast and enchanting kingdom of Hyrule, danger and adventure intertwine beneath an expansive sky. Step into a world where ancient ruins whisper long-forgotten secrets, where the all-powerful dominants stand as silent sentinels, and where the very essence of nature breathes with an untamed spirit. In this mystical realm, heroes rise, destinies collide, and the courageous are called to explore the uncharted corners of Hyrule, for within its borders lies the key to unlocking a tale of epic proportions. With Ganondorf's return, the kingdom of Hyrule is in imminent danger and at risk of losing all of their magic. Will you be the one to shape the fate of Hyrule?"

TL;DR hyrulefm is an appless literate 18+ rp group based off zelda’s breath of the wild mixed with aspects of final fantasy 16’s universe. the rp will take place in hyrule and will include major character roles known as 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒, who are protectors of the land. our distinct universe will allow players to immerse themselves in a vibrant narrative unconnected to the games, where their creativity flourishes and the fate of hyrule lies in the hands of our talented participants. please note that this rp will be strictly ocs only, and any canons characters will be npcs. we hope you will join us on this journey through the sprawling lands of hyrule!

𝐡𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 | 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 | 𝐚𝐬𝐤 | 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲

#fantasy rp #literate rp #magic rp #mumu rp #zelda rp #appless rp #kingdom rp #oc rp #lit rp #original rp

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eydenwyndham · 5 years

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Lady Eyden Wyndham

Character Sheet

Name: Lady Eyden Wyndham

Face Claim: Adelaide Kane

Countess of Clouds Rest

Countess of Thornbrook

Gender: Female

Sexual/Romantic Orientation:Heterosexual

Age:26

Birth date: June 13th

Occupation: Alchemist and Entrepreneur. Editor of Spice of Life Magazine, featuring: Exotic Spices, Light Infused Essential oils, & Infused Loose Teas & Wines. Owner of Spice of Life Shops around Azeroth.

Height:5'4

Build:Petite

Alignment: Lawful Good

Skin Tone: Honeyed complexion

Hair: Chestnut Brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep.

Eyes: A delicate cinnamon with a deep brown rim around the iris.

Relationship Status: Single

Identifying Marks: A scar on her right hand around the thumb, reaching around her wrist. An accident when making infusions.

Appearance:

Abundant dark chestnut hair flows down her back to her shoulders and waist. As she draws near, one would notice the warmth of cinnamon in her soulful brown eyes, peeping out behind thick lashes. Eyden is not very tall, standing at only 5'4, she has a tapered waist and sculpted figure, with a petite and slender build; yet strong. A deep curve of her lips would give one pause as she smiles at passerby's, unafraid of the cruelty hidden in most. She possesses a beauty much different from most, more like a wildflower in the unspoiled earth than a prize-winning rose in a formal garden. Personality:

Eyden feels that beauty comes from within, from the love she gives to her infusions and writing, to the creative ways she expresses her self. She is one who wraps her arms around the soul of the world, of all who love her and those who need to love. That to her is true beauty, and if you can see that too; you will be smarter and wiser than most. Raised mostly in the books, she is highly intelligent and creative when it comes to business dealings. When solutions are needed, she is the one set to task. A true problem solver, yet she errs on the side of caution when dealing in negotiations. Eyden will sit and listen to the conversations going on around her, picking up things most miss in any given situation. The lady has a quick wit and undeniable charm, which makes her a formidable opponent or a trusted ally and loyal friend.

Motto: “Above all else: Faith, Hope, Kindness and Inspiration.”

Determination: A lesson from her father: “Eyden, the worst thing you can be is a coward, to yourself, and to others. A coward will sacrifice anything to save ones self, even at the price of death; they are willing to become a monster, to let the dark-self live where their true-self once did. So be determined, my little Countess - brave, yet never fool-hardy. Stay alive, be healthy, love with all your heart, but stay on the road that is empathy and compassion, love and fraternity with a determination that will take death over failure. Have the spirit of a child, yet the nobility of a true warrior, always protective and kind and always remember I love you.” Worst Quality:

Stubbornness: When people speak of Eyden she is always described as headstrong, stubborn, and opinionated which, if you think about it, are just different words for untamable. The wind is untamable, and so are rivers, and there is something poetic in that.

Fears: Loss of loved ones: It is Eyden's belief, that because the light is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, and self-interest. The terrible pain of loss has taught her humility to her pride. Eyden remembers the loss of of her father and stepmother vividly, it haunts her and she often wonders what might have been. Hobbies/ Talents: Alchemy, sewing tapestries, painting, writing, dancing, singing, making teas, inventing new essential oils. Her work is everything to her.

Skills: Well versed in the light and healing arts, however her battle skills are seriously lacking.

Rp Hooks:

Aristocracy: Lady Eyden Wyndham is not only the heir of the late Earl of Thornbook, but is also the adoptive daughter of the prominent Lord and Lady Wyndham. She has been part of high society since arriving at a young age. She keeps the books, managing both houses and all sources of income. If someone wanted a trade agreement, or business proposal, they could contact her.

The Spice of Life Shops and Magazine: Looking to enhance the romance department? Try some Essential oils. Need an extra boost of strength or energy? Try an infused tea. Trying to spice up some of your fine cuisine, try the Wyndhams exotic spices! The possibilities are endless!

(Shops and Magazine coming soon in game)

Philanthropy:While the Wyndhams took an interest in charitable endowments, they have given control of all endeavors to Lady Eyden. Her heart has always been about helping those in need. If charities are in need of donation, or need help in hosting events, she is always at the forefront.

Contact Information: Tumblrs: @eydenwyndham@tumblr.com

#character sheet #LFC #Stories coming soon #Guild coming soon

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emmybluefire · 5 years

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THE VOID IS NOT ALL POWERFUL!

Warning! Wall incoming!

I know! I have likely said the most ghastly thing any roleplayer could ever say. But I said it! The Light, the void, the Arcane, fel, nature, the elementals, death... It’s all on the same scale. Ever shifting energies forever vying for power in the WoW universe. The conflicts between the light and the void may have created the others, but as the epochs progressed so too did their place in the universe. So too did their roles.

WoW chronicle Volume 1, chapter 1, page 21, “The Void Lords and the Birth of the Old Gods.”

“From the moment the cosmos came to be, dark spirits within the Void sought to twist reality into a realm of eternal torment.”[...] “Envious of their power, the void lords sought to corrupt one of the world-shaping titans.”[...] “To achieve their goal, the void lords struggled to manifest in the physical universe.”[...] “Yet the noble and virtuous Titans proved impervious to this insidious corruption.”[...] “Eventually the void lords moved to exert their influence over a titan in its most vulnerable state.”

As you can plainly see described here, the Titans--beings of raw, untamed, primordial energy, Arcane most notably--had proven themselves already too much for the Void lords to handle, and so they had to find more clever means of getting what they wanted. And if you’ve been keeping up on the lore, you’d know that they were widely unsuccessful. Yes. The void managed to devour many worlds, and many races... turning them into Lovecraftian horrors. However they had never managed to successfully corrupt a world soul. Sargeras himself destroyed several old gods with one swing of his sword... along with the entire planet they were inhabiting. Amun’Thul himself managed to kill an old god with one hand. Yes... it damaged Azeroth in the process, but the fact he could do it proves him more powerful than it. After that, the Titans opted to instead imprison all of the old gods so that they could no longer do any harm. Prisons that were widely impervious until Sargeras stabbed the planet with his sword, weakening their integrity.

While yes, there are theories out there that suggest that the old god’s don’t truly die when they are killed, rather they slumber in Ny’alotha until the void lords decide to use them again--in true Lovecraftian fashion I might add. So far they are widely that. Theories. Many have yet to be confirmed. Even when Il’gynoth mentioned that he’ll return to Ny’alotha upon death... many of his whispers were so cryptic that it’s hard to decern what exactly he meant. What even is Ny’alotha? Where is it? We’ve never seen it in game as of the writing of this post.

Originally posted by squawks

On top of that, there are many lines from Xal’atath herself that indicate it is the mind of a person giving up and breaking apart that lets the void in. Not necessarily the void’s power itself. Void corruption is just what allows it to touch you and begin the process of your own self-destruction.

“Another mind warped servant of Xavius. A druid should have better control over his own mind, don’t you think?” (At Arch Druid Glaidalis)

“It is possible N’zoth may be responsible for her form, but her arrogance is all her own.” (At Lady Hatecoil)

“Watch now as a weak mind gives way to darkness.” (At Arkhaan)

Among others.

Additionally, The Sha, Creatures manifesting from the heart of Y’sarraj--who was quoted as being the strongest of the old gods--can be kept at bay simply by meditating and not allowing your negative emotions to rule you. A feat the Pandaren have mastered all to easily. It wasn’t until we, The Horde and the Alliance, brought our war to Pandaria and let our negative emotions run rampant that The Sha became a HUGE, huge threat.

And also: Fun fact... the Ethereals were actually able to keep a void lord at bay from consuming their home-world with Arcane magic for the LONGEST time. It wasn’t until Dimensius the All-Devouring had enough time to summon an Army that he was finally able to consume their world and cause the Ethereals to flee.

https://wow.gamepedia.com/Ethereal

So why then does everyone just assume that the void is the most powerful force in the known warcraft universe? Truthfully, if anything... it is just the most patient force.

Well... in truth... I believe the reason is actually the way the void manipulates people. C’thun had multiple lines such as “Your friends will abandon you.” , “Death is Close”, and “You are already dead.” Il’gynoth says lines like: “The boy king serves at the master’s table. Three lies he will offer you” , “Welcome death. Do not fight it” , and “You have failed those who needed you.” ... and several Faceless One bosses in various dungeons such as “The Violet Hold.” and “The Throne of Tides” attempt to shroud your mind with philosophies like “Are you sure this is real? Or is this all a dream? How can you tell?”

Notice a pattern? The void makes itself powerful by instilling doubt in the mind’s of it’s victims, forever whispering in their mind until they give in and take the “solace” it offers. When you do that... that’s when the void has a hold of you. That’s when it fully corrupts you. And Blizzard writes this so well that even us, the players starring at a window into a fictional world, even fall prey to it in a way. People believe the void the most powerful because it makes itself so mysterious. Mystery makes us vulnerable to curiosity. And curiosity makes us vulnerable to suggestion. However... well. The reality of the Warcraft universe is this: all forms of magic are powerful. And each individual form of magic is good at doing what it’s intended purpose is.

Light is the force of life, making it the best at healing... and smiting the things that try to destroy the life it creates.

Arcane is a force of order, making it diverse, and incredibly good at controlling all the forces of the cosmos.

Nature is a force of both life and order, making it good at healing, ordering, protecting, and maintaining the balance of things.

Necromancy is a force of death and chaos, making it good at altering the balance of things and destroying the walls between life and death.

Fel is a force of pure chaos, making it good at destroying the other cosmic forces and inciting disorder amongst everything it touches.

And the Void is a force of pure death, spawned from the pockets of darkness the light left behind. This makes it good at causing death, and forcing things to cause death for it.

At the end of the day... when it comes to a battle between an Archmage and a high priest of the old gods? A harbinger of the void lords and a cleric of the holy light? It’s the skill and cunning of the caster that matters most. Not the powers they throw at each other ironically enough.

So. If you’re new to Warcraft RP, or have had these notions in your head for quite a long while... bare all of this in mind.

Thank you guys for reading.

#wow #world of warcraft #discussion #essay #debate #void #magic #ooc #rp #roleplay

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wolvenfang-a · 3 years

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ABYSS ORDER . -

- child of the abyss

Somehow the whispers do command me When the abyss has taken hold

He didn’t know why this... thing was doing this. Hurting his lupical, laughing like it was all some sort of game. Taking him away from them, no matter how much he bit, clawed and yelled. Then he saw the blood, the wolves lifeless on the ground, heard the snarls and growls slowly stop.

He screamed, storm and lightning alike answering to his cries... but the sudden rush of power wasn’t enough.

The last thing he remembered was the sight of his fallen family as he was dragged away...

More details under the cut!

Headcanons & details . -

Razor was kidnapped as a young child by the abyss mage that attacked in his vision story and brought back to the abyss. He got his vision, but it wasn’t enough to stop the abyss mage due to his age and how he had no control over it.

He never got to meet Varka or anyone else in Mondstadt. As such, he was never given a name, taught how to fight with a claymore or human language. He has a much more limited understanding of human language and fights with his bare hands and untamed electro vision.

The abyss order just calls him the wolf for lack of an actual name.

He was kidnapped to be used as hostage against Andrius, as the plan was to use him against Mondstadt if something went wrong with Dvalin. However, the plan changed when it turned out that he was stronger than the order expected from a human child.

The abyss order has trained him to be a warrior for them. He’ll do anything he’s ordered without question, be it protecting their own or fighting for them.

In order to make him loyal to them, the order made him drink a potion to get rid of his memories and stop his attempts at escaping and returning to his pack. It was supposed to erase everything completely and only leave an empty child behind... but it seems that his soul companion has managed to do something to prevent that. Perhaps there is still a way to preserve his memories and self, starting by that lupical word he doesn’t remember being taught before...

His soul companion is the only being he completely trusts. The spirit always manages to calm him down and put him at ease. It knows more than what it shows...

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In this version of the verse, no one except Andrius knows Razor, while Razor doesn’t remember him or know anyone else.

Threads can take place at any point in the timeline! Razor was taken away by the order when he was still a child, anything from that point forward goes. Default will be present time in game unless something else is plotted ahead of time.

Razor’s soul companion is the only part of him that remembers what happened and is actively trying to help Razor. It’ll try to be more present than it is in the main verse as a result.

Razor can usually be found in Mondstadt with other abyss mages, however, unlike his main verse, here he’s being led to stay as far away from Wolvendom as possible most of the time. Occasionally he might have to go there, though.

Since he has a much more limited understanding of language and human things, his forced upbringing and situation is much more obvious, or at least fairly easy to deduce.

#« abyss order / child of the abyss 〤 » when the abyss has taken hold .#tw kidnapping #tw animal death mention #// HERE IT IS #my angst verse #version 1 #about to write and add version 2 just because #i feel like they both are great and only really sharing the base of what abyss order Razor is but #the differences are big enough that they'd be very different i feel #ANYHOW #please hmu #i think i tagged everything but please let me know if i should've added something else!

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sanktasmorozova · 4 years

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NABOO ARC DRABBLES 1/?

i wrote this for morgan but i GUESS other people can read it if they want (it won’t make sense tho). trigger warnings for abuse, manipulation, degradation, etc. all done to ben at the hands of snoke. read at your own risk. i mostly needed to flesh some emotions out for rp purposes.

He is tossed in an unceremonious heap at the Supreme Leader’s feet. His own Knights of Ren kick at the backs of his calves until he’s kneeling, head bowed in reverence, and he doesn’t have it in him to continue his guttural screams of protest.

“As requested, Supreme Leader,” General Hux says, hands clasped behind his back, and Ben can feel the resentment coming off of him in waves.

Hux offers one last, scathing sidelong look after he’s dismissed, his instructions firm but clear: destroy what remains of the Resistance. Ben counts the bootfalls of those who exit: first the general, then the Knights, and then the door hisses closed and he is left alone. He keeps his eyes carefully trained on the floor. His knees ache and his wrists are screaming from fighting against the cuffs. He’s just a man, hollow and debased, bruised across his face and bloody across the back of his skull from the hilt of a blaster. There are unbidden tears in his eyes.

Mom, he thinks, and then immediately wishes he hadn’t when he nearly chokes with the knowledge that she’s...she’s… Rey, comes a moment later. He can’t feel either of them.

“You wonder why I keep a rabid cur in such a place of power?” Snoke, who slithers through his mind like a snake, ignores the misstep of mentioning a name. “Because weakness, properly manipulated, can be a sharp tool.”

Ben does not answer. Each breath is shallow a sharp, a wound across his lungs. His gaze is watery. A moment later, his chin is tilted and not of his own volition. He feels the spindly grip of Snoke’s invisible fingers along his jaw. His face is turned this way and that, something that feels like a thumb skimming the tender skin below his cheek, and he grits his teeth against the sensation.

“How’s your wound?”

He doesn’t know what to say. Surely the Supreme Leader must see that it’s long since healed?

“It’s nothing,” he mutters.

That is not the answer Snoke wants. Ben’s face is shoved away with a violent Force, the base of his skull snapping against his neck, and it takes every ounce of strength not to fall back against the floor of the throne room. He finally lifts his eyes to see the Supreme Leader stalking toward him. Ben, not for the first time, feels a scratching at the base of his skull. Shadows are slithering there, thick and oily, and he is thinking of his mother. The emotions she’d felt before...before…

Anger. Fear. Regret. The resolute knowledge of what was to come and accepting one’s fate.

My son. Ben. I love you. I’m sorry.

Ben makes a noise at the back of his throat. It sounds like a sob.

“The mighty Kylo Ren,” Snoke is close enough now that Ben can hear the ragged way with which he breathes. He’s always been broken, ugly, weak in body but never in the Force. “When I found you, I saw what all masters live to see. Raw, untamed power. And beyond that, something truly special. The potential of your bloodline. A new Vader.”

He knows he’s trembling. Snoke reaches out again, this time with his true hand, and Ben feels his fingers brush through his hair. He shuts his eyes against the touch and tries to focus on anything other than the bile at the back of his throat.

My son. Ben. I love you. I’m sorry. My son. Ben. I love you. I’m sorry. My son. Ben. I love you. I’m sorry --

Snoke tugs on his hair, forcing his head back until so he can better study Ben’s features. “Now I fear I was mistaken.”

The roots of his hair groan in protest. A single tear rolls down his cheek now, saltwater stinging the fresh would left by the viroblade of one of his Knights.

“I’ve given everything I have to you,” Ben protests. He resists the urge to bring his own hands up, to claw at the Supreme Leader’s wrist, or maybe tilt his head and bite down on the tender skin. He wants to tug and tug with his teeth until skin is torn away from bone. “To the dark side.”

Snoke’s hollow gaze narrows. Ben can feel it, even if he still refuses to look at him. The cuffs fall free of his wrists. He hardly notices.

“You have too much of your father’s heart in you, Young Solo.”

“I killed Han Solo.” The words rush out, unbidden and quick, and he wishes he could clamp his lips together and hold his tongue. When he finally lifts his gaze, he knows he’s made a mistake. He’s choking on his own pride, his grief, on the quiet, childlike Mom? he’d echoed back to Leia with his thoughts right before he felt the tender cord that connected them snap in half, and the horrifying scream that had followed. It had taken so long to realize it was his own. “When the moment came, I didn’t hesitate.”

“And look at you. The deed split your spirit to the bone,” Snoke yanks, hard, and Ben is hauled to his feet so gracelessly that he doesn’t realize he’s hovering, kept afloat by Snoke’s grasp on his hair. His toes barely skim the ground. He reaches out to steady himself and is rewarded only with his fingers grappling uselessly at coarse, golden robes. “You were unbalanced, bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber!”

Ben screams at that, angry and feral, but not because of the pain. It registers vaguely, a dull ache compared to previous things he’s suffered at the hands of Snoke. This hurt is one that throbs all the way down to his soul. Rey, he thinks again, and the shadows in his mind flood forward. His memories are no longer his own. The Supreme Leader is raking through them, fingernails scratching down rose-colored thoughts of easy smiles, familial closeness, and carefree laughter. The image of Rey in his mind’s eye is swallowed in the darkness.

Another string of thoughts, harsh and cold: Where is she? Didn’t she feel his panic? Doesn’t she know that he is back within Snoke’s grasp? Why can’t he feel her coming for him?

And then: She is not coming.

“You failed!” Snoke insists.

She is not coming, he thinks again, and Ben is too far gone under the darkness flooding his mind to realize the voice is not his own. Why would she come for you? It croons, malicious and familiar. Did you think she would love you? You? A terrifying laugh, and Ben is crumbling under the conflicting physical pain of Snoke’s angry hold on his hair and the smothering sense of being crushed alive as he feels the shadows sink into the folds of his mind. She could never love you. You’re a monster.

This time, Ben feels a surge of energy rise up from his toes. It builds and builds, horrible and suffocating, and the room shakes when he screams again. There’s a flicker of something on Snoke’s face that looks a lot like fear, and then he is tossed away like a ragdoll. It’s harsh enough that he feels his muscles jolt in protest when he tries to lift himself up and off the ground.

“Skywalker lives!” Snoke bellows. Ben is more than aware his entire body is trembling again when he looks up to meet his gaze. “The seed of the Jedi Order lives. So long as it does, hope lives in the galaxy.”

Snoke turns, striding back to his throne, and Ben follows the trail of his robes, eyelids fluttering. The shadows are sinking into his mind with long, sharp talons. They’re taking root.

My son. Ben. I love you. I’m sorry.

His heart is beating so quickly he wonders if it will tear its way through his ribcage.

He also wonders if that would hurt less than the way he can feel it tearing itself in two.

She is not coming.

“Alas,” Snoke stops in front of his throne and reaches for something. It’s heavy and solid in his hands. “You are no Vader.”

He stands, finally, and ignores the way his ribs groan. Bones are splintering further with each breath he takes. When Snoke turns, it is with a smile. It hooks into the curves of his face with sinister severity, but he is no longer afraid. Snoke holds the helmet in both hands, angles it this way and that, just as he had his apprentice’s face, and regards it with some admiration.

“You’re just a child,” Snoke continues, “in a mask.”

And the horrible, eyeless prison is tossed at his feet with a deafening clang. He waits for one heartbeat and then another, and then Ren slowly bends at the waist to retrieve it.

When he slides it into place over his head, the voice inside of his mind welcomes him home.

#naboo arc drabbles #my writing #i did not proofread this at all lmao #no editing we post and and then die

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magicgeekponsol-blog · 7 years

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♛ - wild-untamed-heart

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| Yay for doing this during break.

my opinion on;

character in general: I watched the anime for the series Kajika is in like a real long while back. As it’s been a while, I can’t say I remember all too much, but I recall her being a strong-willed individual. Very headstrong with a good head on her shoulders. Though she is what you’d call an Heiress, she didn’t really ever assert her own importance over other people and that was always very refreshing. She had a nice personality, though sometimes she had me worrying because GIRL NO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS A NO-NO, ISN’T IT!? GUUUURRL!!!! Or you know when I’m watching her with her various suitors and I’m just like ‘BUT BUT I LIKE HIM. COME ON. LOOK AT HIM A BIT LONGER WILL YOU? I WANNA SEE HIM!!!!’ --- So yeah that’s my opinion on Kajika in general.how they play them: So based off what I vaguely remember of the character, I do like how you pretty much play her as a free spirit who is strong-willed. There is just that lovely characteristic about her that is charismatic in its own way and I do believe you’ve captured that well. I do enjoy to play with your Kajika as she’s strong so not much will phase her, and that’s necessary when dealing with like 3 out of 4 of my muses. Ya gotta be strong, man! I feel a lil less worried when I interact with Kajika. lol That's all that I really remember so I can't really say, but I like the way you write her so that must count for something, right? Ahahaha

the mun: So like I said in the other meme over on Shugarl’s blog, I do love the various conversations we’d have on im. We talk about random things all the time, like your studies, or the field you are studying in. That’s really respectable that you still manage to keep on top of things and your writing is very well done. The length is of considerable length too. So from mun-to-mun I respect you a lot. From what I can tell, you are very kind and you are very caring of your friends. You try to have fun while also prioritizing what you have to do. I get the feel that you are also a bit laid-back? In the sense that you aren’t all too bothered by how people will interact with you. Like you are chill? You take what you do seriously, but you don’t force your standards on others. That’s how I see it and I believe you to be an excellent rp’er. Don’t change, friend.

do i;

follow them: Lol ye.rp with them: Lol Ye. (At least we do with these two blogs)want to rp with them: lol… ye? I feel like this question is to follow the previous one if you answered no. Though I guess I’ll answer this in the: AY FRIEND LET ME THROW VASCO OR SHUGARL AT YA. ship their character with mine: Mmnnnn FriendSHIP? Yes. lol

what is my;

overall opinion: Ahhhh I think I messed up here since I already said a lot of what I wanted to say? PFFTT. ANYWAYS, I can see the care you put into your muses, and you do enjoy writing. I do like the way you compose your written replies and it’s always a pleasure to read what you’ll write up next. I suppose a complaint someone may have is that the length is a lot? I like it so it’s no issue to me. I guess the only other thing may be the fact that one must wait an undetermined amount of time for replies sometimes, but it’s like… good things come to you if you are patient… ya know? Though I do understand that some people are less okay with that. Everyone has their own preferred pace and comfort zones.So I’d say that anyone who enjoys a challenge in terms of trying to match lengths, and they are okay with being patient, you are a wonderful person to rp with. A very understanding mun who (I feel) is willing to accommodate to what the RP partner would need. Very friendly with a very comforting aura? Yeah, I think that works to describe you. lol

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

#Wilduntamedheart #Wild-untamed-heart #meme answered #RTRP meme #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks #wild-untamed-heart

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Congratulations, LOLA! You’ve been accepted for the role of ROSALIND. I have waited for my small, fighty daughter for so long -- and now you have absolutely blessed Diverona with her. Lola, I am completely and utterly over the moon with this all; from the interview, to the future plots, to the para sample, and the headcanons that detail her facets and characteristics perfectly. Ramona is, perhaps, one of my absolute favorite characters with her tongue-in-cheek humor and her need to fight with every breath that she takes. Bless you for bringing Ramona to the dash! I can’t wait to see what trouble she stirs up and what trouble she is bound to get into! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

Out of Character

Alias | Nicola / Lola (’ello, it’s me, i’m weak af)

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | I go to university three times a week and am currently looking into getting a part time job plus my own rp project is soon to open but I always try to check in at least once a day unless I am not physically capable of it whatsoever — and, in all honesty, if I really vibe with a group, I become embarrassingly obsessed and will just be around during all my waking hours pretty much.

Timezone | GMT+1

Triggers | none, actually c:

Permission | Sure, I don’t mind!

Current/Past RP Accounts | oh god I have so many that I’ll just go with the most recent ones, this smol son of mine & this fierce daughter of mine whom I only got to play briefly but there’s a nice lengthy writing sample under the diary tab of her navigation!

In Character

Character | Rosalind — also known as Ramona Marlena Aguilar

What drew you to this character? | The first thing about her that caught my eye was her attitude — seizing the day, fighting back even when the odds aren’t in your favour, never caving in because the very act of living has so much left to offer you. I love that she hasn’t allowed her grief to define her but has clung to her rebellious mindset despite (or perhaps because of) the obstacles thrown in her path, even in times when she might have been better off becoming the submissive little girl she could never stomach being. To me, she feels like a free spirit but not the spacey, reckless kind without a care in the world. Instead, she perfectly combines this aspect of her personality with ambition, determination and endurance which could one day get her far should she stick to them.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | I would hope for Ramona to keep her spirits and carry on fighting her way through the tragedy of her life with her focus set solely on a positive outcome, never risking a glance back at the dilemmas of the past. In terms of plots, I hope she can have, in correspondence to my earlier elaborations, mostly — but not only —positive development. (I’ve honestly been dreading this part a little and procrastinating it until I ended up kind of researching past events and kindly getting fed some inside info on recent happenings so I’m really sorry if it’s a total mess but I had very honourable intentions??)

1. Increased ambition. With the sudden collaboration between Capulets and Spades, I can see Ramona’s will to fight being at an all-time high, her eagerness exemplary and dedication to the Montagues’ cause admirable, verging on (perhaps) ever so slightly obsessive. In times like this, she will be looking to prove herself both to herself and to her superiors in hopes of her efforts paying off and there being a higher rank within the organisation she now views as a substitute family but would like to have a little more say in in her future — unsurprisingly, considering Rosalind famously happens to be Shakespeare’s female character with the most lines.

2. Increased concern. After the fiasco at The Dark Lady earlier in the month, Ramona can’t seem to shake a certain feeling of discomfort looming in the pit of her stomach when she isn’t sure about Valentina’s whereabouts, her friend’s life having as much value to her as her cousin’s at this point, both of them much more valuable than her own about which she rarely worries — after all, she has always pulled through so far. With the enemy growing stronger, I could see her concern for her closest friends growing larger, eventually spanning the grand majority of the mob. While the role of the mother hen may or may not suit her, she surely shouldn’t forget to keep looking out for herself for no one has any use for a dead protector.

3. Increased sense of self. Albeit lacking blood relation, Ramona has always viewed herself, first and foremost, as an Aguilar, and deemed the family as good as holy, their cause and intent always, without exception, matching her own, transforming her into merely a puzzle piece needed to complete the bigger picture. In interplay with her carpe diem mantra, I would love for her to put more thoughts into her individuality, which she does claim to value greatly but nevertheless pushes aside with ease in hopes of it being beneficial for the others. Perhaps she could come in touch with her roots or simply take a little time to ponder what she wants out of life for herself and not just the mob, to find a goal other than staying alive and to actually live every day to its fullest which I don’t think she has fully achieved quite yet for it is certainly a task much easier said than done.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? | A coy grin took a hold of her lips, orbs formerly described as doe eyes by her late father exhibiting a fiery glimmer, unmistakable proof of wildness untamed beneath the surface. Countless options shot through an alert mind at the speed of light, some of which turned the corners of plump lips further skywards; strange concepts of a past long behind her. Quiet places, the right location for a nobody to morph seamlessly into the crowd, often recommended to her when the city was still as foreign to her as she was a stranger to it. The Capital Library of Verona, the silent façade a cover for the organisation that should turn out to be her destiny, bearing the possibility of premature membership had she taken this well-intended advice. The elegantly educational confines of the Twelfth Night Museum, strictly honourable by day to make up for the debauchery unfolding in its upper realms night after night. The Castelvecchio Bridge she loved to cross consciously in the company of mindless pedestals, fur-clad paws of her tiny companion slowing their pace as they sensed the danger in the air she thrived on. Countless options, only one would be revealed. “Since I first heard of it, I was fascinated by the concept of a nightclub in a museum. In fact, I used to take it for a wild fabrication of someone trying to screw me over when I was first told about it.” Soft laughter scattering in varying directions with every shake of her head. “The initial bewitchment of the Tempest Lounge has faded, of course, but I still like going there just the same. It’s the kind of place where you can truly lose yourself for a bit and we all deserve a break from our woes and worries every once in a while.”

What does your typical day look like? | Briefly pursed lips, accentuating a tentative expression, soon opened again with delight, some of her daily rituals evidently close to her heart. “First of all, I wake up. Obviously. Before I do anything else, I take a few minutes to meditate; align myself with the universe or whatever you want to call it. Tell myself it’s going to be a day worth living, you know? Then I have a quick breakfast — I’m not really the type to lounge around for hours before I do anything productive — and make myself look just presentable enough to walk Persephone. After that, I usually pop in at our headquarters, or wherever else I’m supposed to meet with someone, to see what needs to be taken care of. I’m not very fond of always having a perfectly thought out plan when there isn’t any need for one so I just take it as it comes, hence once there’s nothing to do for me anymore I just try to make plans with Valentina or Castora or stroll around for a while or have a nice evening in with the dog.” A nonchalant shrug. “Whatever the day ends up having in store for me, I take it — unless it’s a shitty offer, of course.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“I consider it a necessary evil,” Ramona noted matter-of-factly, features hardened to an extent they bordered on neutral unreadability. “There’s always going to be bloodshed in this world, especially in this city. Someone is always looking to screw someone else over, even if it’s just two cockroaches. There’s no such thing as peace and harmony in a place like this and conflict is inevitable, no matter what the motives. It’s either the Capulets or the Spades or the two of them combined or some other leech trying to creep up our leg and suck on as much of our blood as they can before they’re being squished. That’s just the way this wicked game called life is played. As long as you keep fighting,” she shrugged, “you’re doing it right. And none of us should ever cease to fight. They asked for it.”

In-Character Para Sample:

“For fuck’s sake, where the hell are they?!”

Aggravated stomps carried a petite frame through the living room straight to the bedroom, prompting a tiny ball of white and grey fur to hop onto the bed in agony, shelter found on top of the covers. It’s a rare occasion in which one can witness Ramona losing her temper to this extent over something of so little significance but when the time has come, she is set off by even the smallest inconvenience that stands between her and a good time. In this particular scenario, the pair of earrings she was set on wearing tonight was the insufferable offender, whereabouts currently unknown, no sign of life provided. Behind her laid a trail of doom, chaos lining the lingering shadow of her steps, a freshly cleaned up flat transformed into a war zone within ten minutes or less. Thus far untouched, the bedroom was soon to follow the example set by its neighbouring localities, the first step to uncleanliness being the rummaging through drawers of her vanity the woman would have loved to simply pull out, their contents to be carelessly scattered on the floor — but her chance was missed the moment her fingertips brushed against the silk surface of a small pouch stored at the back of the first drawer, leaving her frozen mid-motion. Slowly, with extraordinary care, the unexpected meaningful discovery was retrieved with trembling hands, widened pupils settling on the fabric as though they were focusing on a dreamlike vision, her grip on reality lost once and for all.

Dumbstruck, the brunette plopped down on the chair strategically placed behind her, nails dug deeply into a token of her past she had believed to have vanished, a keepsake nearly forgotten. Deep breaths. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Lids fluttered as she concentrated on her breathing, her increased heart rate only slowing down reluctantly. What shocked her the most, more than stumbling upon this little memento, is the shock itself. Wasn’t she supposed to be over it, the girl who lived, the girl who left her past behind along with the pain it caused her? Then why did a tied up pouch clasp her throat so tightly she feared she might choke any second now? Because she knew all too well what treasures it bore, stored within its hidden confines in a haste without a second look or thought, to be dug up nevermore.

Yet nevermore had come upon her, not the most unlikely guest considering the languid measures she had taken to prevent it from returning to her doorstep; measures she had taken because deep inside, the notion locked within her heart’s chambers, she knew all too well that one day, she would want them back in her line of sight: items she could no longer refrain from revealing if she was ever to regain her peace of mind. A gentle tug on the woven string, the innocent prisoners practically breaking out without further ado, gathering atop the vanity’s stark white surface.

A pendant sans its chain, shaped like an owl, its wise eyes staring back at her uneasy expression caught her attention first, pointer tracing its outline. This one she was given by her father, his pupils clouded with paternal concern. “Now, you’re a wise girl, Ramona. As wise as an owl, aren’t you? So please,” he had implored her, “please do me a favour and act like it.” A statement that could have easily triggered offence and, alas, it did for a few fleeting moments long since lost in time, but the addressed could only still hold onto it fondly, the memory of the encounter blurrier than she had hoped it would be. These should be the last words directed at her to drip from the man’s lips, his passing inevitable and to set in merely two days later. Pursed lips gathered at the corner of her lips in a soft frown. At least she hadn’t completely let him down. Granted, her way vastly differed from his but, in her eyes, she has been wise. A wise girl making wise decisions, finding herself a new home and purpose in a world of exaggerated cruelty.

Next came a marble seemingly made of its name twin so delicately painted, once her brother’s most prized possession in days of infantile innocence far away from this city’s shameful alleys he had given to her with a heavy heart full of love, the final seal of approval ending a rite of initiation as his sister. Oh, how she craved to regain the lightness of being they both possessed then, irrevocably lost the instant their soles touched Italian ground. “Relax,” he had sneered down the line, the connection wavering along with his voice. “You’re taking things way too seriously. If you go on like this, you’ll end up just like dad.” Only that he would be the one to end up like their father, finding eternal rest beneath the soil within the same month, she had begun to fear while he hadn’t anticipated it in the slightest.

Last but not least, an almost cruelly ironic jest. A pair of hoop earrings, worn by her mother when she was nothing more than a toddler wrapped up in her arms, in such impeccable condition they looked unworn, as had all of the woman’s possessions. “You’ll be good, won’t you, baby?” She had crooned, exhaustion oozing from every widened pore of her poisoned body, a layer of cold sweat glistening on dull skin. “You’ll live a good life full of happiness. Don’t you ever let sadness pull on your heartstrings for too long.” Advice given to a girl so young she lacked the capacity to follow it immediately but she had remembered it, word for word, clung onto it in desperation and embraced it with a slight delay, just in time for it to become her saving grace.

The electronic ‘ping’ of her phone, urging to be taken out of her pocket, broke the eerie silence that had been threatening to swallow her whole, chasing away the tears she was forbidden from shedding, the faint hint of a smile taking ahold of her lips as she spied Castora’s name on the screen.

“Still coming?! Valentina says to tell you she’s freezing her ass off in an accusing tone.”

A soft sigh, a newly found warmth triggered by relief flooding her body within moments. Her fingers typed at the speed of light, features softening at long last. “Five minutes. I got held up.” For there was no chance in hell she would allow for this to be what had last been directed at her by either of the women who gave her a reason to willingly get up in the morning. Two of the three tokens were gently replaced where they belonged — the third was to adorn their heiress tonight, once more possing as the solution to a problem at hand.

“Never, mama.” A quiet whisper drowned out by the nightly breeze. “Not as long as I can fight it.”

Extras: I’ve made her a little mock blog right here c:

HEADCANONS

CLOSE TO THE HEART:

• There’s a certain silver necklace Ramona is not likely to be caught not wearing, an amethyst pendant the star of the show, one of the few heirlooms passed onto her by her late mother she managed to hold onto after the move to Verona. In fact, she wears it with such routine that she feels uneasy without it either being around her neck or at least in her bag.

• Her dog Persephone joined her minimalistic family set up about a year and a half ago, a malnourished stray running into her near Castelvecchio by sheer luck or twist of fate. Knowing all too well how helpless and hopeless the little furball, presumably a Maltese mixed with some breed or other, had to feel, Ramona didn’t have the heart to leave her behind. Her name is her new owner’s way to make final amends and peace with death, in this case the underworld, after her frequent encounters with it.

• Although she has long given up on Christianity, if anything considering herself Wiccan, she regularly visits her father’s and brother’s grave, never without a token of her affection in tow. Usually, she spends thoroughly silent moments there, her form of communication with the deceased mutely mental unless she is extraordinarily distressed — then the emotional rants may very well unfold.

INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR:

• Staying in shape has always been important to her, her first regular workout being daily yoga sessions which she originally gave a try in hopes of it helping her become the quiet, calm woman who will under no circumstances stand out from the crowd her father hoped for her to transform herself into. While it failed to magically change her personality, it has helped her calm herself down and leaves her feeling centred and grounded, hence she still pursues it whenever she can. Once she realised that yoga didn’t have all desired effects on her, however, Ramona attempted kickboxing, hoping to achieve her goal with a rather clashing approach, which she immediately found herself enjoying. She has dabbled in various martial arts disciplines since but always finds herself in boxing gloves again sooner or later.

• It didn’t take long for Ramona to figure out that she was pansexual — in fact, she never had a true moment of realisation in that regard but accepted every form of attraction she has ever felt as factual and pleasant, meant to be if you will. Due to her lack of care for the concept of sexuality in itself, she never defines herself in any way, accidentally leaving even her friends in the dark about it only because she doesn’t consider it worth mentioning.

• If asked, Ramona would describe her clothing style as ‘functional 21st century Stevie Nicks’. Flowy, bohemian fabrics as light as Verona’s summer breeze are her wardrobe stable and what she is most likely to be seen wearing on a daily basis but she cleans up well and happily so, never underdressed for any occasion. Her hair she likes to keep in braids for the majority of the time but isn’t one to shy away from bolder moves, bleaching strands to douse in semi-permanent colourful dye or weaving in little accessories that best convey her current mood from time to time. In terms of makeup, she aims for a dewy, fresh-faced and rejuvenating look, her skin well moisturised and glowy, an artificial flush of life reviving her even after long nights and her eyes being the most accentuated feature, her mascara use heavy and her eyeliner look never being precisely the same the following day, if she uses it that day in the first place.

#accepted #accepted: rosalind

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