#so delighted by terrible roleplay

[caedi]

love mechanics: episode 10 "Now, it's time for dessert."

#vee's dumb grin this entire scene #so delighted by terrible roleplay #i hate them #love mechanics #veemark #thai bl #thai bl series #thai bl drama #asianlgbtqdramas #spoilers #this took me almost six hours #the episode releases at midnight for me and it's almost 6am lmao #i had such a long list of gifs i wanted to make before bed #but this one took FOREVER #every shot needed to be cropped differently #every shot needed different colouring #oh well #there's always tomorrow #give me a few hours to sleep #mine

[kindledrose]

more of these guys :] (part 1) (part 2)

classpect thoughts under cut! yippee

these absolute fools gave me SO much trouble. i changed each of their classes and/or aspects like twice while drawing this lmao.

pearle was going to be a rage player initially! i had her down as one for the chaos — yknow, ‘red’s my favorite color’ and all that. but the catch ended up being that in this au, as rage represents in-game chaos and bloodlust, it only exists while the game is in effect, and so rage players don’t have much dominion over stuff that happens after that period ends (which has all sorts of delightful implications for grienn’s character, but anyways). meanwhile pearle definitely continues playing and also grows as a character even in times of peace. i was thinking in terms of comparing her arc in double life to secret life in particular — ‘she left the tower’ and all that, yknow? she went from being terribly isolated and functioning on a completely independent scale, winning only for herself, to being a key member of a team and finding a purpose in helping them. which is pretty incredibly space-coded, in my mind! my personal qualification for space players is that they’re destined to be lonely, often physically separated in some way from others, for a while but not forever — because space is about creation, after all. and if you look at being a witch from the perspective of reinvention — what pearle manipulated or reinvented here was herself. she found her place in the story and the person she wanted to be. witches are also some of the most powerful characters in terms of specifically manipulating their aspect, i think, which is great because i’ve heard she's pretty great at pvp lol

ignore that martyn’s color palette is not particularly great it’s hard to unify the design of a character who is super rustblood-coded but also inextricably linked to the colors green and yellow of all things. i’ll redesign him later. anyways! at first i had thought there might not be any light players in this session — since light is about sort of seeing through the laws of the game and often deliberately defying them, as well as having a certain degree of control over narrative agency due to this. and because, yknow, the life series is a minecraft youtube roleplay series, realistically the ccs aren’t going to be playing any characters that go out of their way to completely ruin the game or refuse to play it by the rules altogether. but then i started thinking — and i don’t know an awful lot about martyn’s character so forgive me if i’m going a little bit off the rails here — does martyn want to understand? because if he as a character tries to understand and affect his destiny even though he’s ultimately limited by the nature of the story itself, then he could totally be a light player. so that’s where i was coming from here. think about how he won limited life in the end, for instance — not by playing into what the game itself had been leading up to, but by acting on and finishing his own story. he’s a knight because i do think knights are a certified Narrative’s Little Guy class — they persevere through so much pressure and often also have that sort of dual persona thing, both of which are particularly endearing to an audience. it’s hard work, keeping up with the narrative and fulfilling his own quest for understanding while he’s at it!! but he does it!!

renn is Such a blood player guys he is such a blood player ohhh my goodness. playing the game in terms of your relationships with others, right? basing how you go about it on allies and interactions, and being a leader above all else? i’d say that’s pretty ren the dog coded tbh. i don’t have too much to say here because i think seer of blood renn is pretty self-explanatory — he sees the entire game as a game of relationships and ties. he has a lot of knowledge about this field specifically, and shares it with his allies in the way he helps direct them and keep them alive. the reason he’s blood instead of light is because he puts his allies over knowledge, i think — he’s far too busy dealing with all that stuff to speculate for too long what the purpose of it all might be, and that would detract from his goal (of winning alongside others or dying nobly), anyway.

again questions abt them are open forever always :3

#(<TOTALLY SELF-IDENTIFIES AS A SPACE PLAYER BTW. can u tell lmao) #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #rendog #trafficblr #secret life #lifestuck au #doodles #love how u can just slowly watch the quality of the character lineup drawings deteriorate because i want to get to all of them fsfjhjf #i have soooo many thoughts abt how these characters would interact in the context of the game but will save that for another post so this- #-does not become any longer than it already is #(also i know i'm probably coming across as super pretentious abt this au just know i am excited ok! i am simply having fun!)

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

So ALEXIS. Before I start, I get that when you really like something, criticism can sometimes feel like a personal attack. But, come on. It is audio roleplay my love. You'll survive. Just because someone critiques Erik does not mean the world is going to end. It is how art develops. Through critique, not yes-men.

I have no opinion on her tbh. She's just kinda there. But I've seen so much hate about whether someone is an 'Alexis supporter/ apologist' or not, and equating that to supporting rapists. Hello? Are we on planet earth right now?

1. I'm not massive into the Solaire plot but I'm sure as hell she didn't do that and 2. People interpret characters in different ways. Alexis isn't super developed. There's room for growth there. But people get so hateful and vindictive over someone doing something as small as saying 'Alexis redemption arc?' or writing a fic about her that isn't calling her a stupid bitch (because daddy Sam hates her, which is understandable, but christ). Are stories just endless fluff, all filler no plot to you people? You're boring as hell if so. Yes, so fun. Everyone has clearly defined morality with no nuance or opportunity for change. Yay! Don't interpret the medium!! Media literacy!!!

Alexis has a weird double standard around her too. If unconsensual turnings are meant to be a sexual assault allegory (which is so fucking badly handled if so), then where is this energy for William? Or Fred, even? Hell, or Sam, who let Fred turn Bright without their consent? Ik Sam outright said no to Alexis, but to say it's different is to say that Bright and Vincent don't count, basically because they grew to 'like it'. See where the allegory becomes very problematic, very fast? It would also imply that Sam, in this case an allegory of a sexual assault survivor, watched another person get sexually assaulted in front of him and did nothing. Hm. Let's not use that argument perhaps.

Also, I think it's very likely she just panicked. Honestly, who the fuck is calm and rational after a CAR ACCIDENT? Still an immensely fucked up thing to do. And, idk cause I've obviously never been in that situation, but I think a lot of us would've done what she did if we saw someone we loved mangled and dying in front of us and we had the power she had to save them. Is it moral in any way? Absolutely not. She didn't listen to him and that's obviously terrible. Yet, it's remarkably human. But no, Alexis is a stupid bitch. You support her?Kys. Delightful guys.

She's a prick, sure. Clearly not a great person. Yet you still simp over people like Vega? You know damn well he would've wiped Caelum's tiny ass of the map if Gavin and Freelancer didn't intervene. Different standards again. Or Blake?

I just think you all need to chill. She's alr, I guess, and entertaining when she's on screen. Just calm down and go touch grass. She's not real.

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #confessions

[fandom-gt]

COMMISSION TYPE: 1 hour of personalized roleplay PRICE: 30 FANDOM: Hannibal CHARACTERS: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”I'd like to do a Hannibal/Will roleplay if possible. Giant Will taking his revenge on a tiny Hannibal. Since Hannibal has brought him so much pain, it's only right that he should have to give him pleasure as well, now that he's small enough that Will is the one completely in control for once. Could feature Will jacking off and stimulating himself with Hannibal, leading to cock vore with Will taunting that he's just keeping Hannibal as safe as Hannibal always kept him, sending killers after him.

(I'm fine with it being posted on the blog—I generally prefer discord rp if possible.” WARNINGS: nsfw

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fandom-gt — Once upon a time, Will Graham was not a violent man. It isn't necessarily an endearing attribute -- part of what got him benched from his time as a cop was his inability to pull the trigger in the field.

Things change. As with much in Will's life, Hannibal is largely to blame for this change. Hannibal changed him.

Once upon a time, staring down at the tiny figure that he'd once thought of as a friend, his first instinct might have been protect. To shelter, to aid, to assist. Now, staring dispassionately down from what must look like a mile high to that tiny little face, something distinctly other stirs in Will's gut. His first instinct instead is a deep, profound sense of satisfaction -- and a much darker sense of delight.

He lowers himself slowly into a squat, not that it does terribly much to make him smaller from Hannibal's perspective, but at least he can make out those tiny features a little better when he says (with no small measure of amusement), "Well. This is a predicament."

commissioner — Hannibal's usually impassive face is even harder to read when he is hardly as tall as Will's palm, but Will has learned how to decipher every microexpression during their time together. Hannibal takes up a disproportionate amount of space in his mind—even more so now, considering. Regardless, Hannibal's displeasure is obvious. "We need to solve this quickly, William. Being this size certainly can't be safe."

Will merely chuckles. Hannibal seems to be under the impression that he'll be getting assistance. That couldn't be further from the truth.

Still, he can give Hannibal a hand. He scoops his former friend up, bringing him to eye level. "Unsafe, did you say? When are we ever safe around one another?"

fandom-gt — Will's fingers, to Hannibal, are immense. Trees, columns, Roman pillars straight from the colosseum. For a man who so frequently compares himself to God, he cannot deny that of the two of them, Will more closely fits the visage now. It's unusual for him to feel certain emotions -- too composed, too much self-control, too methodical in his planning. His mind works too quickly for him to feel such undignified things as fear.

But then, never before has he been towered over with such immense and biblical power. To his own credit, he quells the lizard-brain impulse to run, but only just. He forces himself to remain stoic, to remain still, as that enormous hand reaches from on high and seizes him effortlessly, hoisting his entire body up story after story after story, taller than the Chrysler building, before eyes that have always stared too deeply and too knowingly into his own.

He can see things clearly at normal size. Can see through people's microexpressions and body language like reading a book. Now, Will's feelings are practically telegraphed by bullhorn directly into his mind, and he is not comforted by what he sees.

Hannibal's mind and his tongue are his greatest asset here, and so he remains as calm as possible when he answers, "Think about what you're doing, Will. Think about who you are. The choices you make next... could be definitive for you."

Although... he thinks, maybe part of him deep down might slightly relish seeing Will unleashed, at his full power. Just perhaps not on himself, though it would be poetically fitting.

commissioner — He's always wanted to see Will's becoming. For as long as he's had an understanding of Will's mind, Hannibal has wanted to be a part of it. The part of Will's victim had not been his intended role, however, and he can only hope that, whatever Will plans will be torturous rather than murderous.

Hannibal would deserve it if Will killed him. Will is tempted to end the Chesapeake Ripper once and for all simply by closing his fingers and squeezing. The power he holds in a single finger feels unfathomable compared to Hannibal's size, but he can resist. Killing Hannibal would be a momentary satisfaction.

He and Hannibal are connected, inseparable. It wouldn't do to end their game so easily. "I intend to make very definitive choices, Dr. Lecter. I can't promise that you'll like them, but they'll be definitive."

If they are playing a game, Hannibal has been downsized to the role of a toy rather than a proper player, and Will intends to treat him like one. Though Hannibal's habit of wearing a full suit at all times makes it difficult, it's a matter of moments for Will to remove his layers, stripping him down to his most rudimentary form.

fandom-gt — It's been years, decades, since Hannibal felt small. Not since his sister. Never, not once since those days, has he felt powerless. Until now, with the whorls of fingerprints bearing down on him, shedding easily a suit that costs more than some people's monthly salaries. He's as dignified as he can manage through the panic -- it's pointless to struggle, he knows. His energy will be better expended elsewhere, when his survival might be at stake, rather than just his clothing.

The suit jacket falls. The shirt follows. The pants. Soon, he's naked in air that would be cold, were it not for the body heat radiating from the palm he's perched on.

One of Will's fingers encroaches on his space, pushing him flat against that palm effortlessly. It touches down, dragging softly -- as soft as he can manage, given the callouses on his fingertips from boat motors and fishing hooks. Will is... carressing him. Touching him. Rubbing gently at the flaccid member between his legs without even realizing he's doing it, probably, just because his finger is so large on Hannibal's body.

And Will, being the empath that he is, knows the pleasure Hannibal once felt at being God. He understands it deeply now, too. It's compelling. It's arrousing, and several hundred feet below, heat beginns to stiffen him behind the confines of his slacks.

"All the pain you've caused me... the things you took from me." Alana, for examplee. "I think... maybe it's only fair you give a little of it back now, don't you? Balance, Doctor Lecter."

"Anything," Hannibal promises him, thinking Will means after his restoration to the right size. "However I can, Will. I'll make it right."

commissioner — "Of course you will. Quid pro quo, isn't that right? What you have done unto me, I will do unto you. It's rather kind of you to make it so easy for me. I never thought you would make things so easy." The clink of Will's belt buckle accentuates his statement, and Hannibal looks down, surprised to see Will making quick work of removing his pants. The emotion only becomes more pronounced when he sees the tent in the boxers which Will removes without any hesitation.

Hannibal has seen Will Graham in various states of dress, but he's never seen him naked. His first instinct is to reach out and touch, but size and distance make that impossible. He wouldn't want to touch at this size, even if he could. It is only exposure to this new element of Will that is drawing him in like a moth to a flame, not genuine sexual desire.

Not that he doesn't desire Will. But there is more between them than something base and carnal. More important things to consider than sexuality.

Will sees the aborted motion of Hannibal's hand and decides to make things easy on the good doctor, lowering him down and placing him on top of his shaft, immediately releasing him so that Hannibal will have to cling to his cock for dear life. "Make it right, then."

fandom-gt — What's happening here, Hannibal can admit, is something transcendent. He has too much ego, perhaps too much narcissism, to ever worship anyone but himself -- but if he were going to bow at any altar, if he had to, it would be Will's. Now, Will has taken away his choice. It isn't optional. He doesn't like it, but he does respect it.

Will is hard. Hard enough to provide plenty of surface area for Hannibal to cling to -- and he does have to cling, because not long after depositing him, Will's hands fall away and he begins to walk. The ground beneath Hannibal quakes and sways, and he grips out of sheer need to survive, to not fall from his place. Will's body is a mindless mountain that could end him without conscious thought, and all he's doing is walking toward the chaise lounge across Hannibal's office.

He sits, and the landscape sits with him. Hannibal can't deny the relief of his fall being reduced to yards instead of a mile, as Will sprawls comfortably, arms outstretched along the back of the sofa, staring down at Hannibal expectantly.

There's only one thing for it. He begins to work, unsteadily climbing the cock he's been clinging to for desperate support. As he reaches the head, a pearl of precum beads and begins to descend, streaking rapidly toward him. "Will-" he pleads, only to be cut off as it drips over his face, his body, rudely and filthily silencing him. Will does not see fit to save him, and far above, his lips twitch into a smirk. (edited)

commissioner — "You said you would do anything, didn't you? I should certainly think that bringing me a moment of pleasure falls under that umbrella quite easily. Unless you don't think you can handle it, of course." Challenging Hannibal's pride is always a solid path to victory. It works when they need to bait the Ripper and it works when Will wants Hannibal to rise to the intellectual challenge of their conversations. As the Ripper, Hannibal normally has the upper hand, taking the bait while leaving the hook behind, not harming himself in the process, but Will thinks he might be able to hook Hannibal this time. He's been a patient fisherman, after all.

Ever so slowly, Hannibal starts to rub his hands across the head of Will's cock, spreading the precome across its surface as he does his best to provide some semblance of stimulation.

Let it not be said that Will is an unkind god, as when his cock twitches from the pleasure and threatens to buck Hannibal off, Will lowers a hand to keep him in place. Holding Hannibal, however, gives Will an idea. The man has been soaked in precome and feels decently slippery in Will's hand. Perhaps Will can use him more effectively than Hannibal can use himself.

Changing his grip, Will lowers Hannibal to the shaft, slowly starting to stroke his length with Hannibal as a delicious little toy, stimulating the vein as he moves.

fandom-gt — This is, truly, the ultimate degredation for Hannibal. That unflinching, unfaltering, unapologetic hand descends on him, plucking him from his careful perch and arranging him as Will sees fit. In this case, it's plastering him face-first against the malleable skin beneath the head of Will's cock, and then dragging him through the slick of his cum, grinding him into the unforgiving cartilage only barely softened by the skin wrapped over it.

It becomes apparent that Hannibal's safety is not necessarily at the top of Will's mind as his grip tightens, as his pace quickens. As the world begins to blur while Will chases his own pleasure using Hannibal's body, heedless of the pain and discomfort being done to him. It's only fair, isn't it? After all, Hannibal left Will's body bleeding and broken once, as far as Will's concerned this is much gentler than what he went through.

Hannibal should be grateful, Will thinks. He can feel that tiny body squirming against his nerves, the strength of his struggles, his weak protests that do nothing but add to his own pleasure, and his breath hitches at the flood. The rush of electricity, the coiling pressure in his pelvis.

A groan breaks through him, loud enough to rumble Hannibal's sensitive eardrums -- and then he's flooded by a torrential downpour, wave after wave of it, galons of the stuff washing over Hannibal like a tidal wave. Like every other elemental act of God that floods cities and swallows men.

Eventually, it's done -- and when it is, Hannibal does not have the audacity to hope this is the end of his torment. He's smart enough to know better.

"You know," mumbles Will, his voice hoarse and deafening and satisfied. "Part of you always wanted to consume me, and I think... maybe part of you thinks I should consume you now."

That, Hannibal thinks, truly would be a fitting end. To be swallowed. But Will... has always been his own man, no matter how much Hannibal ever hoped to predict him, and so he's brought hovering over the spent, slick, gaping hole of Will's cock.

"Maybe I will, but I'm also going to keep you safe. Keep you with me. Keep you alive." And his hand begins to lower. Hannibal feels his feet being swallowed and, all at once, understands exactly where Will means to keep him.

commissioner — It's poetic, in a way. Being consumed would be a fitting way to go, but of course Will would find a way to subvert that consummation of their eternal bond in much the same way that he always manages to subvert Hannibal's expectations.

Hannibal knows that struggling would be a feeble endeavor. He could bite and rip and tear at the lining of Will's cock, tearing it to shreds as he is submerged in the darkness, but it would serve no purpose. If he ever wants to be free, he must hope for mercy from Will, and that something that he has never deserved from Will Graham.

As Hannibal makes the path down his shaft, Will feels a profound sense of rightness. Locking Hannibal away where Will would never be able to see him again had always felt wrong, yet Will also couldn't allow him to run free. Truly, bringing Hannibal into himself, allowing Hannibal to see him at his most vulnerable while Will has him completely under his control, is the perfect way to put an end to the Chesapeake Ripper.

Will won't even need the thanks that he will never receive from Jack. Having Hannibal with him forever is more than reward enough.

#giant/tiny #g/t #roleplay #commission #hannibal #hannigram #will graham

[avoidcrow]

Hello! I had some general questions about RPing, as I only have RP experience from tabletop games and wanted to learn more. I know it probably varies RP to RP, but I will be delighted to hear anything you have to share.

For starters, how do you come up with the general plot of the RP, and does it usually have someone managing the plot? I know in your story with Chess you didn’t know how the story would end and your RP partner did, so I was wondering if it was kinda like GMs in ttrpgs? Followup question, how do you go about roleplaying? Do you just set the scene and act out your characters via improv, or do you plan and talk through how your character might act in a scene before settling on something. Your comic with Dippy for instance, how did the scenes you drew come about? Finally, more of a personal question, what are some of your favorite things about RPing? Thank you for your time, and thank you for sharing your RPs through your art!

Hello!

It does vary a bit, but for the plot bit usually either my friends or I will go 'I have an idea' and we work on the idea together. Something like 'and then x happens' 'I think y should z!' (anything goes here, we just spit out ideas) but also yes sometimes one person has more control over the story or world like a GM and the other gets kept in the dark a bit

It's mostly improv, especially when one person is 'GMing', but often we set up loose plot outlines a little/a lot in advance. For example we planned for Dippy to get a crush on Professor Jules, the attempted kiss was not scripted though. My RP partner also moved the setting into the car without asking me, probably to give Dippy room to make a move

My favourite part of RP is character interactions and worldbuilding, I love to develop people and worlds with my writing partners. I also like trying to play off scenes I wasn't expecting, collaboration makes writing so much more exciting since you don't always know what's going to happen

And of course I like having terrible things happen to my OCs, oops

Thank you for asking, and for looking at my art and nonsense, it really means a lot! Thanks for always being so nice

#I hope explained any of that properly #I spend so much time writing and still words are hard apparently #crookedvoidbird #ask #mine

[fleet-off]

*chinhands* talk to me about the WIPs you want to share with the world and how they came to be.

Lilyyyyy. Baiting me with this question when you know I have too many WIPs (16! 16 with 2k+ words apiece! it's a compulsion!). Here are my three immediate priorities once Lapping at the Edges is complete:

Body Bag: The one where Pete finds playing dead relaxing and Vegas decidedly does not. It’s a nonsexual bondage body-disposal roleplay gone wrong, featuring failure to safeword on Vegas’s part and dom drop, followed by hurt/comfort aftercare sex next to the shallow grave Vegas dug for Pete on his request. Their sex life is so weird here. Vegas’s preoccupation with death symbolism is a delight to write from the outside, and the remnants of Pete’s fucked-up passive death wish equally so. And I get to write my favorite unhealthy kink headcanon for them, where they’re both terrible at safewording because one of them has been conditioned to accept punishment and the other believes he deserves it. I am incredibly excited for this fic.

And speaking of bad communication and a preoccupation with death!

Stable Delusion: the resurrection AU, beloved. My little novella about shadows and concealment, empty mirrors and guilt, still waters and autonomy, and Vegas achieving a horror so miraculous that Pete can never know. I woke up months ago with the prologue in my notes app and no memory of writing it, and I’ve been obsessing about it since. Here’s a fresh excerpt (warning for the physical results of S/M):

On the other side of the mirror, Vegas’s skin was a tapestry of damage. Rope burns crowded the insides of his wrists. Dull red lines scored his chest and what Pete could see of his throat. He wore a mass of bite marks on his stomach and bare legs, and a circle of them around his hip. The body was Vegas’s, but the marks belonged to Pete—each a match for one Vegas himself had laid into his flesh. Outside his own skin, he could better appreciate the skill in the patterns of welts peeking past the insides of Vegas’s thighs, the artistry in the pretty chaos of bruises blooming across his belly, the affection in the purples of Vegas’s thumbprints on either side of his throat. In the logic of Pete’s dream, all of this seemed just. If the marks were Pete’s, then they were Vegas’s too, surely. But if Vegas was to have marks, shouldn’t Pete be the one to bestow them?

and third,

Off the Handle: Vegas doesn’t know how to handle low-level family conflict. A tiff over the dishwasher leads him to start sabotaging the means for Pete or Macau to harm themselves. Here’s the bit of the outline that made me fall in love with this one:

And finally Pete approaches him like. “Hey, so Macau found all the kitchen knives stashed behind the DVD player. Is this why we’ve been ordering so much takeout lately?” And, “It’s not ideal as a weapons stash, is the thing. People reach back there without looking. It’s not accessible during an attack. We need those knives for cooking. Also, Macau’s not going to tell you, but it really freaked him out.” And at last, “Is this because I tried to put them in the dishwasher?” “You don’t put wooden handles in the dishwasher.” “…Right.” Pete steels his shoulders, curls his hands in Vegas’s. “Hey. Are you planning something?” Vegas blinks. “The fuck could I be planning? I have nothing to plan.” “You hid the kitchen knives. You said the old ropes were starting to fray, but it’s been two weeks and you keep putting off buying new ones. The lock on the bathroom door is still broken. Your pain meds are gone. Why are your pain meds gone?” “Why are you getting into my meds?” “You know we need you, right?” And Pete’s eyes are dark and earnest, and his fingertips flutter, broken wings against Vegas’s palms. “Vegas, you know I need you?”

Thank you for the opportunity to ramble, Lily! Of course, there’s also a wip that a certain someone has been encouraging me to write despite my own protestations (thank you), and perhaps a recently-learned definite date around which I’d love to offer the story to that particular someone…but I’ll leave those details up in the air (😋) for now.

#asks #kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic #fleet answers

[astrummorte]

@inhumann

hey turbo, hey guess what?

you put so much love into each of your characters that it gives me a refreshing taste of what the old writing days used to be like. it's not that other people don't put a lot of effort into their characters, but the way you do it makes me giggle and grin like a fool in love. you have so many ideas and ways to put each of your characters into so many fun situations that it's a little funny and a lot of fun to see what you do each day.

loni is a person who believes that the world is cruel but doesn't force that on other people, even if she shies away from people because of it. she's kind, but terribly cruel. she's patient, but wants things done fast. she's understanding, but quick to jump onto impulse. she's scared, but she's willing to take on the entire world. she's a lovely little paradox and i don't know if the world is truly ready for her. she's a wonderful contradiction and i can't imagine tumblr being starved of her.

addie is a delightful take on a traditional doppelganger, one who doesn't steal faces but makes their own - it reminds me of a changeling, which is one of my favorite dnd 5e races, as well as reminding me of a sword dancer from 2e pathfinder. so delightful and so graceful, but ever so sad on the inside, wishing for something more but not knowing where or when to start, so never moving from their place.

marko is a horrible little demon of a man and even though i don't see myself interacting with him, his character is fascinating to me, as someone who used to write all sorts of black morality and morally grey characters for YEARS. he's terrible and awful and yet he shows sometimes that he's capable of good things, capable of caring, even if it is for him to get what he wants in the end it means he has some measure of a heart underneath all that grime.

jae is a tiny lil man who deserves so much love and affection, and i love how you've made him so easy to keep track of but at the same time, he's just this guy who wants love like anybody else! it's a delight to see you roleplay him and i want to just reach out and hug him - he probably would shatter if he got a genuine hug.

if i've forgotten anyone, i'm a silly little jester jingling miserably across the castle's courtroom, but i love you very much turbo! you deserve much love and all the things you could possibly want even if you don't think you want it at the time! i hope life gets easier, and life gives you all the good feelings. i wish you the best, my new friend.

#♡. saved. #♡. ren writes ⁄ ⁄ underneath crimson skies . #inhumann #long post tw

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Featherary day 3: Tickle spot

This is based on the 2nd chapter of the sanrio scout story 'cause I just loved that scene sm and decided to tickly-fy it x3

Plus I wanna write for other Ryuseitai members soo yeah- (rip Tetora)

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Shinobu x Niki (+ Midori & Mayoi) platonic

Lee: Niki

Ler: Shinobu

Warnings: Tickles!

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Mayoi happily walked into café Cinnamon, looking for his purple friend, when he was suddenly approached by Niki.

"Oh, you seem to be in a really good mood today Mayo~".

"Eek! A-am I being too obvious...?".

"Maybe not to others, but you can't fool my nose, y'know? You smell better than usual... like sweet cream... really makes me wanna have a bite~" Niki grinned mischeviously over at the nervous male.

"W-what?! B-but I'll taste terrible!".

Niki ignored his please as he slowly got closer to Mayoi, a teasy smug look on his face, as Mayoi only shrieked in fear.

...Somewhere else in Café Cinnamon...

Shinobu and Midori had gathered to eat some sweets alongside Mayoi, except their purple friend hadn't arrived yet. That's when Midori noticed him on the other side with Niki. "...What are those two doing over there?".

"Ahah, I wanted to ask that aswell..." Shinobu chuckled a bit nervously at their weird banter. " I feel like there's some grand conversation going on between them".

"It seems like they're fooling around but, don't you think their body contact is becoming fiercer?" Midori asked concerned as he noticed Niki trying to take a bite from Mayoi's cheek.

"Actually, they may be starting a fight?! What's going on? Lord Mayoi is supposed to be having desserts with us, but now he's gotten himself into some weird trouble?!".

They both got lost in thought for a moment as to what could be happening, before Midori spoke "Oh, I get it! They must be acting out some hero shows, like the ones Morisawa makes us do all the time! So, that's what you guys have been doing in the ninja club?".

"Are they really? I don't remember doing roleplays like this with Lord Mayoi..."

"Nahaha~ Now you can't escape from me, Mayo~".

"Eeeeeek!!! Where are you Chieftain?!"

Shinobu's head instantly perked up at Mayoi's shriek "H-hey! Lord Mayoi is calling my name! You're right Midori, it's time a hero- no, a ninja makes an entrance! Let's rescue him together!".

"What? Why am I also in this?".

"Please, Midori! I really need help from a comrade like you! No hero or ninja should run away in a time like this! Come with me!".

Shinobu took on a heroic stance "Yellow flames are the proof of hope! A miracle, shining a ray of light into the darkness! Here's RYUSEI Yellow: Shinobu Sengoku!".

Midori following after, albeit still a bit hesitant "G-green flames are the proof of kindness! Nature that grows infinitely! Here's RYUSEI Green: Midoro Takamine!".

The two heroes rushed over to the scene, Mayoi exclaiming in delight when his eyes fell upon the cute ninja "Chieftain!".

"Don't worry, Lord Mayoi! Call my name aloud, and I will sure come to your side wherever you are!"after reassuring Mayoi, Shinobu quickly turned his attention towards Niki. "And you! The "Hungry Café Baddie"!".

""Hungry Baddie"? You mean me? You Ryuseitai kids give pretty good nicknames".

"He's unexpectedly friendly?!" Shinobu exclaimed, feeling a bit unsure of himself. "Morisawa never taught us what to do in situations like these...".

Midori let out a sigh "As much as I agreed to tag along... it feels depressing that I want to run away so badly...".

Shinobu thought for a moment, before gaining back his heroic stance "I won't be deceived! I won't let you run around hurting the innocent anymore! Take this! "Ninja Art: The Ryuseitai Lightwave!". He jabbed Niki right in the stomach, causing him to let out a yelp.

"ACK-! H-hold on! That's my tickle spot!".

"Did you hear that, Midori? The "Hungry Baddie" is ticklish! Let's get him!" Shinobu sent Niki a teasy smirk as he launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his midsection and scribbling wherever his small fingers would reach.

"W-wahait! S-stahap that you brahahat!" Niki giggled hysterically as he tried prying off the smaller male off of him.

"He's a real squirmer. Midori, hold him down!".

Midori let out the 500th sigh of the day. Feeling a bit hesitant, but he still complied to his partner's request, hooking his arms under Niki to prevent him from squirming too much "S-sorry about this...".

Niki raised a brow in suspicion before an ear-shattering squeal escaped his throat "WAH- HYAHAHAHA! N-NOT THEHEHERE!". Niki threw his head back in laughter as Shinobu dug all fingers into his stomach.

"My secret weapon! The RYUSEI tickle barrage!" Shinobu snickered at his own sillyness, not showing any mercy on poor Niki's belly.

"NAHAHA! T-THAT'S SO BAHAHAD!" poor Niki shrieked in laughter, his face crimson red.

"So, do you give up?!" Shinobu slowed down his fingers a bit, but still didn't let up.

"Ahahaha! O-okay! I-I gihihive...!" Niki wheezed in laughter, his eyes turning a bit teary. At that, Midori let go of him as Shinobu halted his tickly fingers. Niki instantly collapsing on a nearby couch.

"Victory is ours, Midori!" Shinobu pumped his fist in the air, while Midori only looked like he wanted to burry his head underground.

Once Niki regained his composure, he stood back up. Even though it was a fun encounter, he wasn't sure what all that was about "What was that all about?".

"Huh? I thought this is what you guys did in the ninja club".

"No, I thought you were hurting lord Mayoi so we came to rescue him!".

"Huh? I was just messing around with him. I'm used to messing around with my unitmates, but I guess I can see why you'd think differently. I'm sorry Mayoi".

"W-wait, I'm sorry. It was my fault for overreacting..." Mayoi apologized, feeling all shameful.

"No, it's my fault for jumping to such conclusions, I'm sorry...".

"Well... instead of feeling sorry, how about we eat some delicious desserts~ All that tickling left me pretty hungry" Niki managed to lightened up the mood as the other three nodded happily. He quickly went to whip up their tasty snacks, shortly after the four of them eating happily. Hopefully no one saw their weird hero show display, that for sure will embarrass Shinobu and Midori for days to come.

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I feel like this is so bad help-💀

#featherary 2023 #enstars #ensemble stars #tickle fic #enstars tickle #enstars tickle fic #ensemble stars tickle #ensemble stars tickle fic #shinobu sengoku #niki shiina #mayoi ayase #midori takamine #lee!niki #ler!shinobu #ler!midori

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six

I was so excited to have enough WIPs in progress and felt enthusiastic enough to do a Sunday Six this week! 😊

I will say I'm missing Tobias & Casey terribly, and the final part of Friends will be out tonight, so I'm eager to get back to work on their HC since their wedding date is November 12th this year, and you know, my crazy ass wants to post their wedding fic on that date. lol

The Ethan/Kaycee smut sneak peek below is courtesy of @wanderingamongthewildflowers. I got your ask, and I'm doing it!

And I am going to keep exploring Eli & Zoe from WTD. The story has given me more excitement for writing than I've had in a long time, and I'm finding that spills over into my other work.

So enough rambling. I have a sneak peek at SIX upcoming fics below. I hope you enjoy them!

Unnamed Roleplay Smut | Open Heart, Tobias x Casey

Tobias was quick on Casey’s heels as she breezed down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was doing her best to conceal her amusement at his increasing exasperation. She popped open a plastic container of carrot sticks, offering him one before biting into one herself.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset,” he stated. “You know the rules. If either of us isn’t down for it, we don’t do it…period. No questions asked, no feelings hurt… so if you don’t want to….”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she interrupted, “It’s just… why do you get to be the doctor while I have to be the nurse?”

“Is this what this is about?” he gaped.

“Yes, and don’t you dare say because I’m the girl!”

Grandparents Day Part 3 | Open Heart, Tobias x Casey

With the excitement seemingly behind them, Vivian settled comfortably into her antique armchair. After a sip of the glass of ice water her son dutifully delivered, she fanned herself and set her eyes on Casey.

“Now, darling,” she spoke sweetly, taking the younger woman’s hand in hers. “I need to ask you, are you sure about this?”

Leaning against the sideboard, Tobias’s eyes went wide… he expected many things, but not this.

“MA!” he exclaimed. “Are you being serious here?”

“Shhh!” Vivian scolded. “Son, this conversation is between Casey and me. If your input is needed, we will consult with you. But I think we’ll do just fine without it.”

Vegas, Part 3 | Open Heart, Ethan x Casey

The song was coming to an end, and the effects of copious amounts of overpriced champagne were beginning to subside. She fixed her gaze on his unwavering eyes. She wanted to believe him. It wasn’t easy to push instinct to the side, but with those pools of crystal blue staring at her….

“You must think I’m stupid,” she whispered, nuzzling closer to his ears. “To believe you, after all this.”

“It sounds like you need some reassurance,” he replied, holding her closer. A moment passed as he worked up his nerve, then he lifted her chin. “Will this do?”

Unnamed Office Smut | Open Heart, Ethan x Kaycee

“Would you… would you just… stop,” the delightful sounds of her giggles began to fill the air, but there was nothing sweet about his intentions. One hand pulled at her lab coat as the other unbuttoned her blouse. His mouth was exploring her neck with such intense wonder you would think he had never done it before. The tickling of his beard along her sensitive skin turned the giggles into laughs, and she finally forced herself away.

“OK, stop, Ethan,” she smiled as she buttoned up her top. “We’re not doing this here.”

Undetered, his hands were on her waist, his lips feasting at the spot just below her ear.

“Stop,” he breathed, as his focus returned to rid her of her blouse. “It’s not as if we haven’t done this here before.”

“Yeah,” Casey grinned, weakening under his touch, “but that was before….”

Unnamed Smut | Wake the Dead, Eli & Zoe (Though this isn't really the smut part... lol... but it gets them there.)

She inhaled deeply as she pulled back her bowstring, releasing it only as her arrow flew toward its target… and missed.

“Damn!” she cursed, dropping her bow to the ground in frustration. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today! Thankfully it’s just practice, and we’re not fighting off drones.”

“But you may need to do that at any moment,” he answered gruffly. “So you have to figure out what the barrier is and fix it.”

Zoe’s expression began to fall, then she turned her eyes away. She wasn’t used to this. She was always on her game. Her cheeks flushed red as she tried to determine what was upsetting her more… that she was letting herself down or that she might be disappointing Eli. Then, as if he could read her mind, he was at her side.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re still one of the best snots in the colony,” he consoled.

With his reassurance comforting her, she looked at him with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

“Some would say I’m the best shot in the colony,” she winked.

His lips turned up with amusement, but he quickly shook it off, attempting to masquerade it as an annoyance. 

“Well, some would be wrong,” he smirked.

Unnamed Crossover CrackFic| Ethan Ramsey, Thomas Hunt, Drake Walker, Eli Sipes, Tyril Starfury

“So, what are you in for?”

“Excuse me?” Ethan asked, annoyed that he was forced to look up from his book as they waited.

“I said what are you in for,” the tweed-jacketed man extended his hand, to Ethan’s horror, but he took it nevertheless. “The name’s Thomas, Thomas Hunt. And I could tell by the look on your face that you didn’t come here of your own volition either.”

“Ethan,” he replied. “You make it sound like we were sentenced,” he grumbled as Thomas shrugged.

Surrendering, Ethan closed his book with a deep sigh. “My boss… my mentor… he’s more like a father really… he insisted I come here… I need to knock down walls… I’m closing myself off… it’ll do more harm than good…” he mocked with a shaking head. “You’d think it was the goddamn end of the world.”

Both men turned their heads at the sound of loud scoff from the back of the room. Taking one look at the other man's attire, Ethan muttered under his breath. 

“Maybe this is boot camp.”

Thomas did his best to contain a chuckle as he addressed the younger man. 

“Thomas,” he nodded, “and you are?”

“Eli,” he stated flatly.

“And what was so funny, Eli?”

“Just what he said.”

“About?” Ethan asked.

“The end of the world,” Eli half-smiled. “Trust me, neither of you would survive."

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[calllay]

I finished watching Interview with the Vampire at a rather late hour last night. As I expected from everything I've seen on my dash, it is truly perfectly calculated to make me happy. An absolutely delightful combination of campy, bloody vampire drama with brilliant, surprising writing. There's no need for me to comment on Louis and Lestat, who are as delicious and terrible as one could ever hope. So instead I've latched onto the Rashid situation.

Spoilers under the cut.

I got a little obsessed with Rashid after episode 5, where Louis drinks from him. Louis' comments about Rashid eating honey and pineapple before he offers himself to him are perfectly calculated to discomfit Daniel and intrigue me. Of course I'd fall for the perfect devoted familiar, a professional at suppressing the ecstasy of being bitten, forever too proud to beg to be turned.

And I loved how businesslike they are about Louis drinking from Rashid, when really it's entirely gratuitous - there's no pretense of this being a shared meal, absolutely no reason to do it now in front of Daniel, other than as a purposeful performance to make Daniel uncomfortable.

Then to find out Rashid is Armand. It's honestly kind of funny - what was the point of the Rashid persona? It feels like some twisted game, like they're making Daniel an unwitting part of their kinky roleplay. Louis drinking from Armand in front of Daniel is even more gratuitous now - it's not for sustenance, so it's just for pleasure, or just to show off, like they decided to bang on the table where Daniel is trying to work just because they could.

I honestly cannot wait to learn what they were trying to pull off with this scheme and to see what their relationship is like (deliciously toxic, one hopes and expects.)

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv spoilers #what a show #my twisted little heart is absolutely delighted

[noa-ciharu]

I can't let you have no ideas 😎😎 so that i send you FuuKam kiss prompt no.44---- but actually, i'd love anything you write XD

I promised to write submissive horny dog Fuuma and power bottom Kamui (ofc it's TRC one) so - 1.5k of kinks. It's neither smut nor sin-free, more prelude and loads and loads of UST. Fuuma suffering because horniness ate away his ability for rational thinking and Kamui reaping all the benefits :D

Sort of nsfw so under-cut

44 - Kiss out of lust

“Kamui can I at least sit beside you?”

For few seconds Kamui simply ignored him; at least pretended so. Then spared him a glance, like he wasn’t even worth one; crossed legs oh too slowly for motion to be free of any intended allurement and leaned back into couch.

“No”, syllable rolled of Kamui’s tongue; all too firm, all too teasing.

Little minx smirked down on him; rare occurrence to see Kamui being so bold, hence no wonder Fuuma thought of sight as enticing. Then Kamui tugged at leash; collar dug into skin, forced Fuuma to crawl closer to couch’s edge.

“Dogs stay on the floor”

Fuuma sighed and rested cheek next to Kamui’s leg; didn’t dare to touch Kamui directly without permission since Kamui was just waiting for next excuse to ‘punish him’. Who know he had it in him to such sadist if desired? On one hand quite delightful to see, on other nothing short of disaster; he’d get teased and denied any pleasure for god knows how long.

All this madness was his fault to begin with. Fuuma hated to admit defeat to own stupidity (more like horniness that ate away any traces of rational thinking), but it was true. Plan was to coax Kamui into wearing really revealing maid outfit around house for a day; of course things would get steamy at one point and they’d end up roleplaying and rest would be history. Kamui flat out refused the request – which prompted Fuuma to come up with idea of betting on who can last longer in bed. Usually that wouldn’t be a problem since Fuuma prided himself on pushing Kamui over edge countless times in bed all while he’s yet to obtain first orgasm.

However something went terribly wrong that night. Long story short - little tease turned into submissive kitten in bed, pushed all of his buttons and made him snap; really, woke up a beast inside of him. All in all, even if night was beyond pleasurable, from dusk till dawn, Fuuma only realized next morning just how badly he messed up. Of course Kamui didn’t pass the chance to be all smug and reap his rewards.

So yes, his own enormous sexual appetite backfired. And that’s how Fuuma ended up being Kamui’s personal dog for a day.

Shameful yes, but he wasn’t the one to be concerned by such trivialities. Fuuma would have gotten full kick out of false submission to, self-assured and equally excited behind facade, Kamui; but being on receiving end of denial simply excited too much; consequentially frustrated. Even if he wasn’t physically affected yet, mental arousal was definitely a thing.

Fingers combed through hair; took Fuuma second to realized Kamui shifted his head to rest on his knee. Caress was gentle, but Fuuma couldn’t help feeling on edge; expected to be put on yet another test of endurance. Mere imagination of what Kamui might do next had his mouth watering. Really, maybe Kamui had a point, maybe he was no better than a dog.

“Fuuma?”

Ah, the soft whisper of his name; it had no business sounding so alluring. Maybe his mind was in the gutter, maybe Kamui just went overboard with teasing. Really, Fuuma knew him better than to believe skin tight black pants and red short v-cut off shoulder sweater were coincidental.

“Hmm”, pets and strokes over hair felt way too comforting for Fuuma to not properly savor them. Rare occurrence to have Kamui being so tender and affectionate; it was usually vice versa, he was usually one to coax Kamui into cuddling and being domestic.

Of course, said domestic atmosphere was nothing short of illusion; sexual tension between them was so thick it was basically tangible. Kamui yanked the leash, forced his head up. Pain evoke, but eagerness triumphed over all wounded pride and physical discomfort.

The devilish smirk on Kamui’s face, it evoke lust within him; Fuuma felt heat rush towards groin at mere sight.

“Bark for me”

Refusal simply wasn’t an option; it’ll be an invitation for further cruelty. Fuuma sat down, gazed up at Kamui and complied.

“Woof”

Once more he was tugged forwards; this time he had to kneel up and lean between Kamui’s legs to support himself. Kamui wrapped free arm around his back and cuddled his face against chest. Then praised - “Good dog”

If he had a tail, Fuuma had no doubt he’d be wagging it; truly like a dog. Ah, Kamui was hardly ever this affectionate, this touchy; if situation was more casual, wasn’t loaded with tremendous amount of kink-play, Fuuma would be happiest man alive to have Kamui being. docile and lovey-dovey. He rested cheek into Kamui’s sweater, hands around Kamui’s waist and nuzzled closer; metaphorically on cloud nine.

What Fuuma wasn’t expecting was Kamui encircling finger inside collar and directly yanking him forwards. In next second gentle peck was laid over lips.

At that moment all restrains snapped. He’d be a complete fool to let such opportunity snap. Once Kamui tried to pull away Fuuma intensified the kiss; raised up on couch and trapped Kamui with his far larger body. Licked Kamui’s lips, pried them open; then started seduction for real.

If later on Kamui claimed he wasn’t enjoying being subdued, he’d be a liar. With eyelashes fluttering over heated skin along with muffled moans and whimpers, no way he wasn’t losing himself. Fuuma smirked into the kiss, triumph surging. Perhaps Kamui was purposely trying to wake up animal inside him just to be beaten into submission once Fuuma snaps for real; perhaps he craved being dominated but was unable to accept own desire for it. Whichever way, he’d be getting just that.

Fuuma eased away a fraction, licked Kamui’s lower lip; then rolled it between teeth. Moan after moan only spurred Fuuma on; heat pooling in groin close to unbearable. He couldn’t resist grinding against Kamui, couldn’t resist touching every inch of his body. Hands traveled from thighs to waist and back to ass; Fuuma cupped both cheeks and drew Kamui directly against him. Tilled head to side and pushed tongue inside once more. Oh yes, just a little bit more of intense making-out and petting and all Kamui’s resistance would crumble. If Fuuma had things his way, in less than ten minuted they’d be making their way to bedroom and -

- with violent shove he felt himself being pushed backwards.

Before Fuuma’s mind had a chance to catch up with happenings, his collar was tugged once more.

“Down!”, Kamui raised up over him and commanded. Yet with furious blush over cheeks, saliva dripping from lips and chest osculating, he appeared more debauched than intimidating.

Not to say Fuuma had no issues controlling his own panting and racing heart; as well as pulse down on himself; really, how he managed to get fully hard under less than a minute he couldn’t fathom. Of course Kamui took note of that. So he lowered back on couch and placed socked foot directly over bulge in pants; and squeezed. Fuuma had to bite lip to contain grunts and groans; didn’t want to give Kamui satisfaction of having him at complete mercy.

“You just can’t control yourself, can you?”, Kamui teased while stroking him far too firmly. If this went on, Fuuma had serious qualms he’d cream his pants from mere minute of foot-job. Pleasurable from hormonal point of view, but only in short-term since nothing could substitute finishing inside Kamui’s mouth or body.

“But-”

“Silence dog”

Fortunately Kamui raised foot up; not so fortunately he started rummaging through bag laying to his left on couch. Foot wasn’t laid back on carpet; instead Kamui hooked it over Fuuma’s shoulder, gave him more than suggestive view. Fuuma left his mouth watering, imagination running wild; erection twitched repetitively, at this rate he might cum without any friction at all.

Thanks to all pent up frustration and animalistic lust, Fuuma didn’t notice Kamui eased out a muzzle until Kamui actually started putting restrain on him. With little bit of fumbling zips fell into place. Bit uncomfortable and hard to properly breathe, certainly strange feeling; but Fuuma had no doubt he could get used to it, especially if Kamui got thrill out of teasing him.

“Undisciplined like an animal”, Kamui scolded however in husky tone, all while petting his hair and uncovered parts of face. Then leaned in and pressed kiss over protruded part of mask; almost like playing with captured dangerous animal solely beast you know it’s incapable of attacking back.

“Muzzle suits you just well”

For nth time Kamui regarded him with devilish smirk; grasped leash and tugged again. Clothes already too restraining, room far too hot for comfort; yet all Fuuma could do is sit back and endure. Maybe keep your dog on the leash wasn’t so metaphorical. Because once he’s free there won’t be force powerful enough from stopping him from tearing Kamui apart.

Heaven helps you once I get my hands on you Kamui.

#thanks for prompt #back with my sins #fuukam #tsubasa chronicle

[liminalpsych-in-teyvat]

Genshin character feelings

First off, when I start thinking about Genshin characters, I find myself saying "aaa I love this character" about almost all of them. Which is a rarity for me! I tried making a "favorite characters" list and it was too long, so I'm going to divide it up into categories instead.

Characters I resonate with

Either I relate to these characters personally, or they're characters I'd absolutely play in a live action roleplaying game because they fit the archetypes I like to play.

Alhaitham: His pursuit of knowledge and seeking deeper understanding of the world, his affinity for language, his sharp read of people, and how others find him hard to read.

Kamisato Ayato: Parentified, observant, introverted, masks his feelings heavily.

Baizhu: Intellectually-oriented healer with a hunger for knowledge, understanding, and ambitious goals. Also the healing transference trope is one of my favorites. And with snake associations!

Nahida: Existential psychology Gestalt therapist! And a really balanced focus on knowledge, compassion, and seeking to understand others.

Xiao: I just really like roleplaying a tortured soul who's in a service role. Less that I resonate with Xiao personally and more that he's an archetype I enjoy roleplaying.

Kaveh, in an uncomfortable way: A lot of Kaveh's behaviors and tendencies are ones that I've spent many years training myself out of and working to heal from. So I relate to Kaveh, I remember being a lot like Kaveh, and also I know how harmful some of those deeply insecure behaviors can be, and how unhealthy the rescuer/over-empathic bits can be.

Characters I'd want to be friends with

Yoimiya: She's just so wholesome, without being naive. The most healthy positivity I've ever seen, someone who looks at the darkness and says "well, that'll let the fireworks burn brighter and more colorfully". Most well-adjusted person in the entire game. I adore her.

Nahida: We could have so many good conversations on humanity, psychology, sociology, existence, meaning-making…!

Zhongli: The sort of person I already hang out with a lot. Let's go experience cultural things and talk about history and context.

Thoma: Compassionate, caring, adventurous, interpersonal, relationally perceptive. Thoma just seems like a really good friend in general.

Kuki Shinobu: A whole ADHD mood. I too like to collect skills and hobbies to have something interesting to do. And she's pragmatic, and doesn't just do things because other people want her to, and still watches out for the people she cares about.

Sanganomiya Kokomi: Spoonie friend! But also lots of intellectual discussion options.

Favorite characters to play in game

Arataki Itto: His play style is fun, and his voice lines never get old. First character I triple-crowned.

Kamisato Ayato: I love his play style and his voice lines. He's such a delightful asshole.

Zhongli: Hooray for pillars and endless shields!

Cyno: Dynamic interesting playstyle, very engaging and fast.

Ningguang: Dynamic playstyle, and helpful to have when running around the overworld.

Characters I love to watch

They might be terrible people, they might be someone I'd never want to spend time with, they might be someone I'd find difficult or annoying to interact with in real life… but they're so much fun to watch.

All of the Harbingers

Venti, Yae Miko, Yelan, Arataki Itto, Klee, Lyney, Tighnari, Kamisato Ayato

Characters who are an entire gender

Unrealistic transition goals, really.

Baizhu: The moment I saw Baizhu, I went "…I must know who this is, I want his entire aesthetic". The best compliment I ever received was when my metamour (my girlfriend's partner) was playing Genshin, not knowing my reaction to this character. They got to the part where you first meet Baizhu in game and paused, calling my girlfriend over before they even talked to Baizhu, saying "Look! It's liminalpsych!"

Arlecchino: She gets called Father, she has an incredible visual kei style, she's so dapper and androgynous and poised and clawed and

Alhaitham, Kamisato Ayato, Kaeya, Kaveh, Xiao, Neuvillette: Style, clothing, and presence, basically.

#genshin characters #favorite characters #about me

[erabundus]

anonymous &&. said... What's something that makes you happy about writing your muse? Is it their personality, their mentality, or something else entirely? Also, is there something you'd like to explore with your muse in general, but haven't had the opportunity for it?

honestly,  i  think  the  answer  is  a  mix  of  all  of  the  above?

i  started  playing  genshin  directly  after  unreconciled  stars  rolled  out  purely  because  i  saw  some  fanart  and  clips  of  scaramouche  and  just  found  him  absolutely  delightful  —  and  i  do  mean  that  unironically!  there's  a  very  specific  flavor  of  mean  and  prideful  character  that  really  clicks  with  my  brain.  there  is  literally  no  logical  explanation  for  it;  i  just  find  them  deeply  endearing  when  they're  being  objectively  terrible  people.  it's  like  the  same  feeling  of  "aww,  little  guy"  you  might  get  watching  a  racoon  scuttle  away  with  a  stale  pizza  crust.  scaramouche / wanderer  really  fills  that  niche  for  me  —  i  think  his  personality,  his  dialogue,  his  mannerisms  are  genuinely  the  most  entertaining  thing.  the  scene  of  him  terrorizing  his  subordinates  has  lived  rent  free  in  my  brain  for  years;  he  is  THE  funniest  genshin  impact  character,  no  i  will  not  take  constructive  criticism.

so  it  goes  without  saying,  getting  to  write  ren  is  just  an  incredibly  fun  experience  for  me.  he  is  such  a  strange  person,  and  that's  without  getting  into  finer  intricacies  of  his  psychology.  he  will  just  say  the  most  out  of  pocket  things  with  his  whole  chest  and  not  an  ounce  of  shame.  it's  not  in  a  "haha,  he's  so  random"  kind  of  way  either  —  because  there  is  genuine  thought  and  reasoning  behind  what  comes  out  of  his  mouth.  there  is  also  no  filter  whatsoever,  and  that  combined  with  being  such  a  naturally  intense  person  leads  to  situations  where  he'll  point  blank  tell  heizou  to  try  killing  him  if  he  ever  makes  kazuha  unhappy  before  casually  going  on  to  make  dinner  plans. he's very quotable.  also  i  think  the  quirk  where  he  deliberately  exaggerates  his  nature  as  a  villainous  person  is  just  kind  of  funny.  (  even  if  it  does  stem  from  an  unhealthy  place.  )  sir,  sit  down,  you  were  feeding  stray  cats  fifteen  minutes  ago.

beneath  the  blunt  veneer,  he  is  incredibly  awkward  —  and  again,  not  in  any  sort  of  glamorized  cutesy  way.  say  it  with  me:  ren  is  weird.  he  had  to  teach  himself  how  to  emulate  humanity,  and  there  are  cracks  in  the  façade  —  as  well  as  situations  wherein  he  just  doesn't  care  to  maintain  it.  he's  a  menace. it's easy to miss because he has such a strong personality and presence, but if you ignore the snark and theatrics and look at what he's actually doing, it becomes obvious.

but  i  also  find  the  way  his  mind  works  just  deeply  fascinating.  one  of  my  favorite  things  about  roleplay  in  general  is  choosing  a  singular  character  and  breaking  down  how  they  think.  i  spent  years  writing  a  muse  with  literally  eight  whole  lines  of  canon  dialogue  —  but  those  eight  lines  were  enough  for  me  to  build  an  entire  psychological  profile  and  backstory  out  of.  in  comparison,  wanderer  has  so  much  content  for  me  to  pour  over  and  i  am  thriving.  he's  deeply  sympathetic  and  completely  insufferable.  he's  messy  and  makes  terrible  choices  and  pushes  everyone  away,  but  he's  absolutely  terrified  of  being  alone.  he's  self  loathing  and  confident.  his  understanding  of  the  world  is  warped  and  cynical,  but  he  still  possesses  a  system  of  morality  (  even  if  "morality"  is  a  very  generous  term  )  he  tries  to  operate  by.  his brain is a big spaghetti pile of contradictions that somehow manage to work together. i can literally ramble about him for ages but this post is getting long enough. it's  just  so  refreshing  to  be  able  to  write  a  character  and  not  feel  obligated  to  smooth  over  their  flaws  —  because  it  affords  me  the  opportunity  to  have  him  grow  and  develop  from  them  in  a  distinctly  organic  way.

and  that  kind  of  feeds  into  what  i  want  to  do  with  him  in  the  future.  i  generally  don't  try  to  stick  too  rigidly  to  any  kind  of  clearly  defined  roadmap  for  character  development.  (  though  i  do  like  to  sprinkle  in  subplots  and  story  arcs ...  i've  been  wanting  to  do  a  big  dash-wide  event  at  some  point,  too.  )  i  tend  to  run  my  blogs  like  they  all  take  place  on  one  continuous  storyline with minor branching paths here and there.  if  your  muse  interacts  with  ren,  i  would  absolutely  love  to  keep  writing  with  you  and  building  on  that  relationship  —  whether  it's  a  positive  or  negative  one.  force  this  man  to  socialize.  throw  him  off  a  cliff.  it's  all  very  fun  for  me!

#anonymous #long post #𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ◟ ooc .◝ #( ''avalon rambles about scrunky for 500 years'' ) #( genuinely though he is just a very important character to me & i find him very fun ) #( i shitpost but he really is my comfort character even if i occasionally throw him in a hydraulic press of angst ) #( i literally started crying when i finally pulled him after waiting for two years chris can confirm he was on call with me at the time ) #( i will never forget accidentally c6ing him that entire experience felt like a fever dream SKDSKJ ) #( sometimes i just end up with muses who sink their nails into my brain & live rent free for years ) #( i hope i continue to write him for a long time 💖)

[never-rpg]

Welcome to NEVER RPG! Please send in your url within 48 hours. Be sure to look over our checklist. We hope you enjoy, or at least survive, your time on the island!

Since this is our first wave of acceptance and we are not officially open for roleplaying yet, just a few reminders before we get to the acceptances. Our discord server won’t be sent out until a little closer to our second wave of acceptances. Once you’ve sent in your blog and we’ve posted here on main, you are good to start doing anything your heart desires on your character’s blog except for actual roleplay threads. Plot it up, share character development memes, post your edits and headcanons! Go wild and have fun! :D

Welcome to the island, CHARLOTTE! You been accepted as TINKER BELL with the faceclaim of Tamzin Merchant.

Tinker Bell is one of those characters who can so easily be portrayed as a caricature, but you have given her such dimension and depth! ‘- but as misfortune loves orphans and fire loves innocence, Tinker Bell loves Peter - and it was her that he needed to pull him out of the depths of his mind and bring the island out of its eternal winter. She is the ocean and he is the sand. She loves him continuously but with increasing apprehension and decreasing hope.’ Tragic and lovely, I can’t wait to see more! And have I listened to Tink’s playlist an unhealthy number of times? Yes, yes I have. No regrets!

Welcome to the island, DRYNNE! You been accepted as ISADORA BOOTH with the faceclaim of Ruby Cruz.

My heart aches for Isadora and all that she’s been through but also, damn, what a badass! As soon as I started reading your app, I knew we’d found our Isadora. ‘Fighting was far easier than being inside a cage of meekness’ that really is her in a nutshell and I’m so here for it! While Isadora’s violence is blunt and brutal, your writing painted her in intricate lines that interlaced with one another to create a full and dynamic character who I can’t wait to stalk the threads of on the dash!

Welcome to the island, ELLE! You been accepted as IANTHE with the faceclaim of Ayça Ayşin Turan.

First of all, your writing style is hauntingly beautiful! I might have audibly squealed in delight when reading about Ianthe’s tail because it’s just so good and suits her so well! You have spun such an intimidating and compelling character. I mean, ‘We all know intrinsically that the terrible and the terrific bleed into each other, that all life’s greatest pleasures lie on the other side of pain, that paltry is the passion that never makes us shudder. Ianthe is this thesis made flesh: Bone-chillingly horrifying and all the lovelier for it’. I’m equal parts enchanted and terrified and I absolutely love it!

Welcome to the island, LIOT! You been accepted as HOLLY with the faceclaim of Amandla Stenberg.

I am so invested in this puppeteering Small Folk already! There’s just something so wonderfully horrifying about the idea of Holly setting traps for unsuspecting Lost Boys so she can crawl into their minds. Should this line, ‘Holly had chomped at the bit to see Peter toss Charlie to the Many-Eyed, ghastly beasts that Holly had called their friends’, have made me go ‘aww!’ because I love seeing these exterminated beasties be appreciated? Probably not, but here we are. You’ve created an OC who feels like they were always meant to be a part of the group. We needed Holly and I cannot wait to see what antics they get it up to!

Welcome to the island, MADS! You been accepted as WENDY DARLING with the faceclaim of Kristine Froseth.

Gothic romance is my catnip and you gave it to me in spades with your application! As soon as I read ‘Peter would never give Wendy what she craved. She was so lovingly devoted to him, but he couldn’t love her back when he was too busy loving how she made him feel: adored, righteous, powerful.’ I got so excited to read more. And the more I read, more and more your depiction of Wendy just right clicked into place with every aspect of this roleplay! Wendy makes for such a lovely gothic heroine. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for her!

Welcome to the island, MAREK! You been accepted as NOD with the faceclaim of Leo Suter.

I loved that throughout your app, I could clearly see the rambunctious Lost Boy underneath and how the tragedies Nod underwent shaped him into the man he is now. ‘Nod never imagined a possibility of losing his brother, his twin, his other half - he swears to this day that when the shot tore through his brother’s body he felt it too’. This is truly gothic horror gold and I felt it in my soul! 

Welcome to the island, NYX! You been accepted as CECCO with the faceclaim of Aidan Turner.

My heartstrings feel abused after reading your app and I am not at all mad about it. There’s so much pirate romanticism here to revel in! For example: ‘Whenever a new ship finds its way to the shores and raise their white flag, they will ask for them to take their letters, tossing them into the sea as they sail away from the isle’. And I don’t want to spoil all of your headcanons, but I really hope the sketch they keep in the sheath of their sword finds its way into our discord server someday...Just sayin’.

Welcome to the island, SID! You been accepted as SAWYER with the faceclaim of Omar Rudberg.

You nailed every aspect of Sawyer’s skeleton bio and fleshed them out with such intention! I can’t imagine any other take on Sawyer because yours is so well-crafted. There are so many lines from your app I could have chosen to highlight but, 'So you run and scream and fight and play, all the while plastering a smile to your face and trying to lose yourself to the wildness that thrums through Neverland like a second heartbeat, that you want so desperately to course through you too’, feels like the perfect summarization of this Lost Boy!

Many people applied for Pan’s wanted connection concerning the ‘kiss’, it was a difficult choice, but we’ve decided to give this connection to Ianthe. Also, as a side note since a couple of apps referenced it, while J.M. Barrie could exist in our rpg’s universe, the plays and stories he wrote about Neverland and Peter Pan do not. 

All important pages on the main will be updated in the next several minutes to reflect these acceptances. Thank you so much to everyone who applied!! Our second wave of acceptances will be held on December 31st. Opening day, January 1st, can’t come soon enough! I can’t wait to write with every one of you!

#nrpgaccepted

[more-than-a-princess]

@cantillat asked:  2. is it hard for you to write with characters you don’t know/don’t know well? / 5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you? / 10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)

Questions for Muns meme - Accepting!

2.  is it hard for you to write with characters you don’t know/don’t know well?

It can be! It depends on the mun, more often than not. 

But I’ll put this out there: I actually love writing with crossover and OC muses, even those I’m unfamiliar with, often more than canon Danganronpa muses most of the time. I like being able to write outside of Hope’s Peak Academy plots and DR2 canon plots especially (post-DR2 and plots with DR muses that aren’t just slice of life school stories though? I really enjoy those!). Please send me your crossover and OC muses!

However, more often than not, I probably won’t know who your anime or game muse is. Most of my favorite/familiar fandoms are old anime/manga, and beyond otome and a few VNs, I’m just not a gamer. So I do end up writing with plenty of muses that I’m not familiar with.

What makes this easier for me? The mun, particularly how they write/their writing style, their about/info muse pages, and the sorts of content they share on dash. 

It’s hard to write with a mun who has an unfamiliar muse if they’re mostly one-liner threads, don’t give a lot of description, have little in the way of headcanon posts, and link to a wiki for an about page (or some combination of this list). Bonus: said wiki is a list of muse combat stats without much story/personality/background information.

But if a mun is flexible on verses (combined or more general verses are great!), shares a lot about how they see their muse on an about/bio page (not just basic stats and ship preferences), offer headcanons and longer threads for me to read and get an idea of how their muse faces various situations, and is open to plotting/discussing threads before jumping in? Yes, it’s very easy for me to write with muses I don’t know well! Sometimes it leads me to checking out their source material: both you, Sin, and @causalitylinked​ have been the reason for this in the past.

tl;dr - Most of you have muses I don’t know well. For those of whom I do write with? It’s likely because your approach and your blog are more like the second description I listed here. It’s one of many turnoffs if a mun has an unfamiliar muse but also offers little in the way of information on their own about them, coupled with a disinterest to plot/combine verses/etc.

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

The only one I really ‘want’ to try right now is Fujiko Mine from Lupin III, but it’s more a question of reviving a dormant blog. Most of the time, when I want to try out a new muse/new voice, they’re often part of Sonia’s life or interactions so I weave them into threads as supporting muses. I know there are muns who aren’t fond of this, but...yeah. I do it. Two muses don’t live in a vacuum: at some point, they will encounter each other with other characters. Sonia’s family and staff is a prime example of this, but I also have taken on some of the Spirit Hunter: NG cast in threads with Livi because she lets me. And it’s fun to have Seiji Amanome snark and, hopefully soon, Rose Mulan and Naomasa Ban offer their own...erm...advice (this is also known as snark). Aunt Natsumi should show up too...and Ami is always welcome. It’s funny: because I play Sonia, I’m less inclined to write Kaoru because she’s another occult enthusiast. Though I’m tempted to drop Kakuya in at some point. For the real horror show to start!

In short, this game and cast are delightful and as soon as I finish Death Mark, I’m replaying NG (before the big otome releases drop).

Where Fujiko is concerned, it’s more of an issue of Lupin III not being terribly popular on here, Fujiko herself being pretty divisive in the fandom (you love her or hate her, mostly. I’m in the former camp!), and the fact that her design, personality, and situations she gets into often can attract smut RP. Not that Fujiko doesn’t have sex (pfft it’s how she gets shit done mostly), it’s the fact I have little interest in just focusing on her intimate exploits. She’s a woman who is perfectly aware that her body can, and should, be used as a weapon against anyone stupid enough to fall for it, and it gets her through life. But that sort of muse doesn’t always attract muns I want to write with. 

Otherwise, there’s muses I’d bring back if and only if I could write them with specific muses, which isn’t really fair to indie tumblr RP.

10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)

Modern and historical, by a long shot. My modern verses tend to take place in upper class society now, mostly due to the muse(s) I play: they’re part of it, or they desperately want to be part of it. Everything else is kind of an offshoot of those verses: Sonia’s vampire verse has some vampire lore mixed in with modern and historical settings, same goes for her DiaLovers verse. Code: Realize too acknowledges the steampunk science from that world. Though generally, when I write historical verses, I prefer more of a historical vibe (sure, there are some inaccuracies, but no one is perfect and I don’t mind) than a fantasy one. I’ve never tried a superhero verse.

That said...I’m not a fan of high fantasy, at least in RP (I need to catch up on LotR: Rings of Power!). Powers and stats just tend to bore me, which is why D&D campaigns have never been of any interest to me. I like some urban fantasy, but that’s about it: I have no interest in giving Sonia magic powers or anything, for the most part. She’s already royalty, poised to inherit a throne, booksmart, kind, passionate, and beautiful. She’s already so powerful, she doesn’t need magic!

That said, I probably wouldn’t drop her in a sci-fi verse either. For that, I’ve written Julia (Cowboy Bebop) and Misato (Evangelion) in the past.

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #cantillat #(Questions for Muns meme) #(Thank you for the asks!)

[girderednerve]

multiple nice things happened to me lately and i am noting them here because of [primal screech]

my partner, who is the best all time btw, got me a copy of my undergrad adviser's translation of a late medieval italian chronicle, which is delightful to me because a) it's very fun to revisit the latin that i worked on for a bit and see what final translation decisions were made and b) i am named briefly in the acknowledgments, hurrah, my impact,

my coworker bought me a cake today. it is a silly joke cake in honor of my having won a stupid fake quarterly award at my job but it was very nice of her and also she made a point to get me the funfetti one because she's supportive of my crusade for pillsbury to lose that trademark. also she let me explain the history of the manicule & it was so fun for me, I Love Medieval European Punctuation

i found out about dobbs because my brother texted me to say that he hoped i was OK, which was like. obviously the news is unremittingly awful, if unsurprising. but i felt genuinely supported & stuff, it's really rare for my brother to reach out first. so i appreciated it a lot

after a couple weeks of interruption due to travel & work, we had our usually scheduled once a week video call with my friend who lives far away, and this time we got to try tea together. (we mailed him a box of tea & then we had the same one on video call.) the tea was gross imho but it was fun to do An Activity. when we were in college we used to hang out on his solar system rug and do nothing near each other & i miss that so much but shared activities are also fun

on friday i am going to do a tabletop roleplaying program at the library with some kids, two people are signed up (not terrible!). i get to pretend to be Conan the Librarian and then give them little chocolate coins & cards to the "adventurer's library" with little dragons on them at the end of the program, i'm really excited for it

i got to see my friend! on saturday i got to see my friend for the first time in a long time & i am not trying to be weird but have you ever like, hugged your friends? it fucking rules

my basil plant is going strong and so is the rosemary! somehow the thyme plant has stuck with it too. i love plants i love herbs i love growing things i saw a little toad hopping by my potted plants the other day it was pure joy

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pretty sure endeavor from my hero acad*mia is gonna die in the next couple chapters, not trying to get my hopes up but the anticipation is sooooo fun. serial storytelling is a good time actually & i also like it when the shitty dads in stories are a) sympathetic and b) killed off :)

#irredeemable whining #well not really this is a happy post. but it's made in response to my irredeemable desire to whine so it's related #food mention