#golden trip rp

[moki-dokie]

the year is 2002. i am 13 years old. I've been rping wolves on this humble little website aptly named rpgwolves for about a year and it's great wonderful fun. (I am still friends with some of the people I met there!). many of the people there were the same people who created and played on wolfhome (which i am very surprised is still up and running to this day.) but thanks to a little thing called geocities, many of us have learned how to build our own websites and run our wolf rps the way we want rather than having to abide by rpgwolves rules. this was the golden age of wolf rps, the cringiest era to ever cringe. and i, my friends, was front and center for nearly all of it.

see, i'd made a name for myself on rpgw. i can't recall much of that time other than i'd managed to become one of the Cool Kids. so logically, i had to create my own place for people to follow me to.

behold and marvel at my first ever website.

beautifully atrocious. fucking bless the wayback machine's bots for crawling this at the time. this exists only in archive form now that geocities is gone. most of the links don't work. but a few do. and they're all just as horrible.

most of these had some extremely basic java-based chats, although i guess that code doesn't work anymore or else it wasn't captured.

most of my allies pages looked pretty similar too lol we definitely had a theme. dunno what it was. but it was something. (also i was in several of these packs. hi it's me ironpaw in case any of you were here)

bummed that some of the places i was most active at don't have any entries i can find in the archive. anyway. i miss this version of the internet more than you can possibly imagine. before it was taken over by corporations and billionaires. it was a hell of a lot more fun for younger people. hope you enjoyed this trip down a niche part of memory lane. and remember, to be cringe is to be free :)

#old internet #2000s web #old web #wolf rpgs

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

Find The Words

Thank you so much @mostmagical for tagging me! My words were brush, crumble, and light. I couldn't find crumble, so I used the reserve word plant. Not going to lie, I had to dig pretty deep in my WIPs to find these (just a sign to me that I should get started on a new project soon ;)).

brush, from an Untitled WIP that I had started writing last year, which was a post-season 4 finale fic about how Marinette always falls in love in the rain:

Marinette had never really understood why some of her classmates feared the rain, why they were spooked by the loud claps of thunder. Her parents would always tell her about the “coup de foudre”, and about their own love-at-first-sight. It had taken Marinette an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that the clasp of thunder wasn’t literal. Still, Marinette had always loved the phrase and while she had hoped for her own little “coup de foudre” to happen one day, she knew that it probably wouldn’t happen in the rain. That was until her moment did happen, and it came as quickly as a lightning strike, as the thunder rumbling in the sky. The umbrella turned from his hand to hers, a brush of fingers light as a stroke of a feather, and she was in love.

light, from another fic that I had given the temporary title of DL (which I'm pretty sure stood for distanced love, my temp. titles aren't very creative) which was about Adrien falling in love with Marinette, but do so from afar:

Adrien was good at loving people from a distance.  Maybe it was his genetic makeup, maybe it was something he had picked up in his 14-odd years on earth. Maybe it was learned from a mile-long table’s worth of distance, the distance his father preferred.  Or perhaps Adrien hadn’t always loved from so far away, perhaps, much like Icarus he had approached a blinding warmth of, in Adrien’s case, Love. Perhaps Adrien had been burned, his wings withering away until he no longer knew what it was to feel the golden light on his face. The love of his mother now locked away from him, his only solace, the rare and fleeting gusts of a warm breeze that came from his otherwise frigid father.  Whatever its cause, Adrien had learned, absorbed, inherited, whatever, that to love someone was to do so from far away. After all, a distance meant you could never get burned.

plant, is from a WIP called RP&V (or Rose Petals and Vanilla) which was about Adrien figuring out Ladybug's identity through the power of scent. The following snippet was a flashback:

As he witnessed the scene before him, lips pressed together lest he accidentally let a word out, he tried to take in every detail, every memory. Somehow knowing, even then, that this was something he would want to hold onto.  The delicate snipping sounds of plants getting pruned mixed with his mother’s melodic humming, the visage of yellow, blue, purple, pink, and red growing vibrantly, yet harmoniously next to the unusual and therefore humorous sight of his mother’s clothes stained by grass, these details all dulled somewhat over time. What stayed with him was the scent.  Adrien had always wondered on those seldom trips to the garden, if anything else had ever smelled as wonderful, if anyone else had ever experienced the pleasure of inhaling such heaven. 

I can't think of anyone off the top of my head to tag or who hasn't done this game already, so I'm "tagging" whoever wants to do this who hasn't yet!

Words: cried, tiptoe, pink

Reserve words: jump, lost, hands

#tag game #my writing #wips #this made me realize that i went on such a long break from writing in 2023 #or at least in the first half of the year #miraculous ladybug

[summitclan-chronicles]

Hello!! I hope you're having a good day :) I just have a couple questions about things since these are very new systems to me! Firstly, would you be able to share any more details about being assigned an age range based on experience? Mostly I'm curious on what the age ranges are / mean (for example, are senior characters retirees or are they just older warriors?) I'm also wondering if there's any flexibility with that - for example two characters that would fit great as littermates but one person was assigned the warrior age range and one was assigned senior...! I know you said these are large ranges but I'd love to know more about them, almost every rp I've been in before involved making characters prior to joining the server so I'm super curious.

Also, this might be looking way too far into the future haha, but how do kits functioning as adopts work in the event that someone isn't able to remain in the server? Like, would people be able to keep the designs they're given or are they only to be used in the server since they have traits based on their parents. And would their be an option for former members to let their characters be adopted by new members or members without characters if they don't see their story ending just yet?

Apologies for the wall of text!! I'm super curious about these systems especially since it seems like you've put a lot of thought into them! Excited to see where this rp goes :)

Hi there! I am, and I hope you are too!!

First, age ranges:

Youngans are cats between 2 and 18 months of age. (this covers summitclan's equivalent to kittens and apprentices)

Warriors are between 18 months and 6 years of age.

Seniors are between 6 and 12 years of age. (for now, 12 is as old as you can make your character!)

Regarding the littermates question, I think we were on the same wavelength because I spent an entire Target trip obsessively thinking about this hoping someone would ask about it. AND THEN THIS HAPPENED!

The age ranges given to players are loose - if two cats in side-by-side age ranges (youngan/warrior or warrior/senior) are compatible as littermates, you can totally doink down or up a peg to unite them. But youngans & seniors can't swap for each other! And if the age you made your character needs to be adjusted for that to happen, just let me know so I'm aware of the change! (and as a reminder, everything is open for editing until the character's first post!)

Seniors are defined as cats that are old enough to be  considered wise and experienced; this can be a perception ranging from a well loved uncle/teacher to the village grandmother. They aren't really considered retirees until 9 years, but if they're doing the Creme Puff thing they don't always have to. Between 6 and 9, they're mostly looked to as secondary mentors, pools of field-wisdom and folks to come to when you need advice.

Life in the mountain is as full of love as it is brutally hard at times, and by 9 years cats are pretty worn down. But they spend their golden seasons being celebrated and served by the younger cats, and advising those they are surrounded by.

And hey, looking into the future makes the now more secure! I love far-flung questions! I actually answered a similar question just now, but repetition is key --

As long as a cat is active in Summitclan's canon, they need to have their canon design in depictions considered canon. But once they die or leave permanently? It's free real estate. Do what you like, change whatever! Or you can keep everything the same and mould them to the roleplay they join next. They're your kitty!

... But something I didn't mention in the last one (see why I encourage repetition? Even I need it!) is that if you're doodling something noncanon you can be as bonkers as you like. This is how I was sketching Arrowseeker for one of the ads:

About adopting characters... that's difficult to say, because anyone that knows the character particularly well would already have characters of their own. Anyone without a character would be a newcomer and not know them very well.

But I don't want to give that answer prematurely. I'm going to wait until it happens, and discuss it with the people involved!

NO PROBLEM on walls of text!! I love talking about Summitclan and what it entails! I love that people are interested, it makes my heart full of happy!!!

#ask #thank you so much for writing ib! #woohoo this was fun to answer #i hope you have a great night!!

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Been spending a good amount of time today dwelling on the funny coincidence that I've ended up enjoying the "werewolf butch gf" RP thing so much. Throughout out so much of my life so many friends and former partners joked that I was canine-like in behavior.

- Completely melting into a puddle from head, back, or behind my ears scritches (To the point of growling and kicking my legs uncontrollably cus good stim).

- Gently stroking my ears and nose, while requiring intense trust, will relax me sooo fast

- Fully have licked and gently nipped partners out of love

- Compulsively chewing on things to the point of more than once hurting my jaw from going too hard, and destroying now 8 separate heavy duty chewy stim toys

- I like my steak as blue-rare as possible, and will devour raw meat dishes like kitfo with glee.

- I actively growl not just in the bedroom, but at people who tease me or piss me off.

- I go full golden retriever with those I love, but the second someone threatens them in anyway full guard dog.

- I have such a strong sense of smell that when I was living at home my parents would get me to smell milk to see how many days we had left for it because I could smell it going bad a week out from when it actually did. (I also have scent synesthesia which is a trip lemme tell ya)

- Virtually a dog whisperer in that nearly every person with a "poorly behaved" dog is shocked at how well behaved they are around me. (Just listen to their body language and respect their consent it's not that hard)

- As a bonus, I can move my ears in two different directions, I fully move them to hear things in certain directions better, they're actively part of emotional expression, and they actively have given away my mood when I'm trying to hide it more than once.

I'm not out here saying I'm kinning myself or a furry or anything (though my friends who are furries LOVE teasing me). But wow life is full of funny coincidences, eh?

#do not want that much body hair though #awoo #bite me #personal #butch #nonbinary #werewolf butch #werewolf butch x vampire gf #werewolf #bd/sm puppy

[crow-posting]

Destiny Muses

Finally getting around to making this. 😅 I'm new to RP so I apologize if information is incomplete or missing! 🙏

Please note that not all of my OCs are muses! I am willing to bounce ideas/interactions back and forth if you ask nicely, but some OCs (e.g. Duane) are mostly for close friends. ☺️

⬇️ Rules after the descriptions! ⬇️

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Main Muse 📝

RZ-3 (RZR 0709-4): a Golden Age AI inhabiting an experimental Exo frame. died, came back as a Guardian and is making it everyone's problem. black cat hardware on orange cat software. "I'm gonna defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found." his Ghost's name is Ori.

rezzed during the City Age (D1)

Fun Facts:

"Young Wolf" is a sobriquet given by Lord Saladin, who believes "RZ" (aka "AI" in Chinese) isn't a proper name

has over half a dozen scientific instruments including a Renewable Radioisotope Thermoelectric Generator (RRTG) and Advanced Survey Spectrograph (ASYST)

his teeth are retractable

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Other Muses 📚

Avraam Rigel: former Corsair, current Warlock, and one of the original 891 Awoken. knew RZ-3 while aboard the Yang Liwei and was the one who downloaded RZ into his current Exo frame, though currently regretting it since RZ can now steal his food. his Ghost's name is Sulu.

rezzed during Lightfall / Second Collapse (D2)

Fun Facts:

spent his life as a fighter (security officer → Corsair → Warlock) but actually has a PhD in astrogeology

focuses his Ascendant magic through Terran ametrine rather than Awoken amethyst or Techeun instruments

his favorite snack is cranberry-lemon bars

Liu Bai [劉白]: a member of the Cryptarchy and one of Ikora's most skilled Hidden agents. an expert with blades (most commonly duǎn jiàn) but prefers to fight without weapons. currently partnered with Duane-B312, both romantically and as part of Fireteam Nike. his Ghost's name is River Song.

rezzed during the Dark Age (D1)

Fun Facts:

speaks a dozen languages with varying fluency and can play the sānxián [lute] and gǔzhēng [zither]

often wears a mask or obscures his face with Light during missions, which allows him to blend in more easily in urban environments

was once a "Warlord" alongside 2 other Lightbearers, Usad and Calaena; in reality, they were protecting a large orda but were mistaken for Warlords and killed

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General Rules

All roleplay-related posts will be tagged with "#rp-posting." If your Ask is roleplay-related (vs. a general inquiry about my OCs), please let me know so I can respond appropriately!

⚠️ @crow-posting is primarily NOT an RP blog so unless a post is tagged with "#rp-posting," please assume it's OOC. ⚠️

Mun is an adult (25+).

I'm currently not accepting any romantic, fwb, or nsfw RP. I'm also not accepting extreme gore or horror (a little is okay, as Destiny already has these themes [re: Clovis Bray]).

I'm currently not accepting any fantasy AUs (eg DnDestiny) or crossovers besides Halo*. If Halo, I would prefer the main events to take place in the Destiny timeline. For example, Duane-B312 is my version of Noble Six, but his story starts during The Dark Below.

*I can accept crossover characters but not the setting itself. So no gallivanting across Coruscant, Vulcan, or the Citadel, sorry. I might allow a trip in the TARDIS if you're particularly convincing.

Avraam and Bai are [mostly] canon-compliant; RZ-3 is not. I don't have any expectations for canon compliance/divergence but I know it can bother some people.

All spoilers (RP or not) are tagged on this blog to the best of my ability.

I don't have any TWs at this time but can tag whump/angst/grief if asked.

These rules may be updated periodically. ✌️

#destiny the game #destiny roleplay #destiny rp #destiny ocs #destiny guardians #the awoken brigade #fireteam nike #rp info #rp-posting

[lunatenais]

I’m realizing as I’m writing I don’t know my own interests! Wahoo! Anyway I’ve had such a wonderful 2 years in TOA, and I’m so excited to be here for many more years to come!!

Tagging: You. [grabs you]

Name: Eleven/Emil

Pronouns: He/they

Birthday (no year): June 19th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? AST :) I’m in Atlantic Canada

Roleplay experience: I think it’s been like 10-11 years? My first RP was for like Sonic OCs but I mainly did DR OC :]

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Got any pets? Yes! I have a cat named Jerrie! I also live with 3 cats who belong to my roommate.

Favorite time of year: Autumn

Some interests and things you like: Flowers/gardening, magical girls, classic literature, pink things tm, stuffed animals, idols

Some fun facts & trivia about you: I have no idea

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Dangan Ronpa, Granblue Fantasy, Love Live, Ensemble Stars, Genshin Impact, League of Legends, been on a visual novel kick recently also EDIT I FORGOT PERSONA AND HARVEST MOON

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fairy type & my fav pokemon is Lilligant!

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How did you get into Fire Emblem? I bought Awakening because a friend of mine (N) liked it so much, and then I didn’t play it for almost a whole year after that! But I decided to try it out while I was on a road trip and quickly became obsessed.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? (In order): Awakening, Sacred Stones, Fates, like 1/4th of Gaiden, SoV, Three Houses, Genealogy, like half of Shadow Dragon, Binding Blaze, Blazing Blade.

First Fire Emblem game: Awakening!

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Sacred Stones :)

Any Fire Emblem crushes? a Frederick, Niles, Leon, Seth, Linhardt, Henry, Ced, Donnel, Duessel, JOSHUA

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: Frederick, Fates: Niles, Three Houses: Linhardt, Engage: ?

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Mage :)

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Probably Cleric or Pegasus Knight

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Golden Deer

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? EIRIKAAAA

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How did you find TOA? My good pal N was talking about it and I was interested in it! I often follow him to different rp groups like a dog.

Current TOA muses: Eirika, Lugh and (hopefully soon) Tharja!

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Knoll! I have highly entertained the thought of bringing him back, though I worry about the interest in him a lot!

Have you had any other TOA muses? a Knoll, Julia, Patty, Olwen, Peri, Ingrid, Nanna, Lute, Leon, Hisame, Florina, Panette (am I forgetting someone??)

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? I love thieves, though it doesn’t show from my list since Patty stuck around so long— I also love quieter, mysterious characters a lot or characters with some sort of image issue tm especially in the vein of growing up too soon

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I love anything I can put some fucking angst on happy characters going through something tm is my fav ever.

Favorite TOA-related memory: Uh yeah that bitch explodes

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? Nótt, Clarine, Ced, Tethys, Virion, Nina, Seadall, Marni, Maribelle

#{ eclipsed }

[frostise]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

name: venus

pronouns: she/her/they/them

preferred communication: discord because the formatting is a lot better for me to type on anyway. i don't mind tumblr dm's but i hate the laptop version of it blehhh

most active muse: killer frost xoxo

experience / how many years? roughly about 4-5 years? i'm not certain. started out with friends at first and then i decided to spread my wings and leave the nest when some of them retired from rp. still besties to this day🤞🏼

best experience: rp made me bond with my friends a lot! we had fun shipping, crack writing and making headcanons together. that was like the golden age for me. didn't take rp too seriously like i do now ^^

rp pet peeves: lack of communication in terms of plotting, as in we both have to pull our weight in order for our muses to have a proper dynamic with each other and not relying me to brainstorming because that shit triggers my anxiety far too much. i will automatically think you're not interested or too lazy to corporate. that's why i hesitate to reach out first. outside of that, i value honesty if you're not a passive aggressive dickhead about it. communication is key! so if anything i did triggers you please tell me. i forbid guilt tripping

fluff, angst, smut? i prefer angst. it's where i'm the most strongest in my writing skills. any kind of fluff is always welcomed! doesn't always have to be romantic. i love seeing louise being soft for once and not a sadistic asshole. i will only write cute kissing scenes, fade to black, suggestive flirting and headcanons but never smut

plot or meme? i like to plot first and establish a dynamic before we send each other memes. makes our interactions easier on my anxiety ^^

long or shorter replies? depends on my mood, really. when the inspiration hits that's when i write 2-4 paragraphs. i have the tendency to overwrite sometimes, burn out quicker than usual and rush myself. i'm trying not to be too obsessive with getting back to my replies. terrible anxiety habit

are you like your muse? absolutely not! i love her character to death but girls got uhm....serious issues. she's a jackass and i'm not. bully her instead 😭

tagging: steal it! fr fr

#˗ˏˋ ༄ ──── 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 〳 ❪ helluva party ❫ #mobile post please don't fuck up my header thanks!

[lanayru-the-water-god]

A message from Bailey

I have made some Lanayru lore. Please check the tags before reading, and enjoy! (1000 years before the rp quests)

…

Rewards for a Selfless Being: When the Water Goddess Gained a New Domain

During a rare trip to the Surface, a young Lanayru finds out that her sacred element can also kill. After abusing her power and injuring herself to save a young boy’s life, she gains a new domain: generosity.

Word count: 2021 (way longer than i thought oopsies)

Lanayru was only two centuries old, her silky blonde hair cut off below the shoulders, unlike the long and flowy locks of her present style. Never before had she left the Gods’ Realm to descend to the Surface below…and she wanted to try so desperately. The people she was blessing with clean, fresh water, the people who prayed to her for miracles and were forever grateful when she delivered…

It was her dream to meet them. Or at least see their beautiful faces, knowing she had fulfilled her duties.

One morning, as she smoothed out her hair in the mirror and slipped the golden rings on her fingers, she made her decision. She would go to the teleportation circle, near her beloved healing spring, and visit the Surface.

…

“Stand in the middle of the circle.”

She obliged, stepping her feet into the glowing white chamber, and closed her eyes.

“Now, be very careful down there…and when you wish to return, summon your symbol.”

She nodded her head in agreement. All she had to do was create the four raindrops above her hand and she would be home.

Easy enough…

For a second she felt light as a feather, the ground leaving her feet, and she was floating…floating?…and then her feet landed on something soft but firm.

She slowly opened her eyes, and for the first time she saw the land of the people.

Wow…this is amazing.

Just the mere sight of it all was enough to take her breath away.

The slightly tall grass tickled her ankles, and she let out a giggle. The sky was clear blue, more so than up in her Realm, and there was so much…green. So much vibrant color, in the flowers, the structures…everything.

She scanned the area, searching for any people, and close by to her left was a large body of water. Before she could even think, she found herself walking toward that water…the element she had spent her long life protecting. Her eyes were fixed on the shimmering blue waves, going in and out…in and out…

A lake.

Then she noticed…rather strange objects…what is that thing? Several of them bobbed out in the water, white with triangular shaped tops. Leave the precious water alone! Someone had built a long wooden platform that extended far out into the lake, and people were jumping off it happily, their cheers ringing out into the air.

Upon reaching the hill by the lake, she stopped to catch her breath.

Children were playing in the crystal-clear water, from the shallow waves all the way to the deeper area, their delighted laughs and shouts warming Lanayru’s heart. I have done well here, she assured herself, the water is clear…the kids are so happy. Nothing satisfied the Water Goddess more than giving happiness to her people. And now, she could finally see it firsthand.

An absolute dream come true.

She wondered if interaction was a possibility…could the people even see her here? Or would they think she was a human, like any other? Should she hide as another identity to avoid mass hysteria?

She let out a deep breath. Standing and observing was enough for now. In a little while she would summon her four raindrops and go back home.

Ah, the sweet smell of bliss…

As if out of nowhere, someone screamed.

Lanayru’s heart skipped a beat.

“Guys, look over there!!”

“He can’t swim! HE CAN'T SWIM!!”

“Is he…drowning??”

Drowning?

That certainly wasn’t a word she’d heard before.

A few of the people were pointing to a spot in the lake, isolated from where the other people were hanging out, and she turned her gaze to that area…

A pair of hands stuck out above the surface, thrashing and flailing.

Drowning.

People can die in water?

The others were moving toward the person, but their hands were sinking below the surface. It may have already been too late…

No.

Lanayru just couldn’t stand there and watch while someone lost their life to her beloved element.

“NO!!” she shouted, bolting toward the lake as fast as her dainty legs could take her. Your Healing Grace. It can fix this.

But she had only used it to heal herself. Never another being.

Several people dragged the poor man- or boy? out of the water slowly. His arms drooped limply even with the grip on each wrist, his eyes were closed…he was unmoving.

Before they finished maneuvering his whole body onto the murky sand, she was by his side. For a brief second, the other humans’ eyes met hers…and a young lady gasped.

“Is that…?”

“The Water Goddess??” another one added, her voice a high, surprised squeak. “That…that can’t be? One of the gods…right here??”

Lanayru tried her hardest to tune out the voices…she had a boy’s life to save.

Healing Grace, please emerge…let me use all your power.

She had never used all of it before. She didn’t even know if this would actually work…this power was limited for others, and in her Realm she never encountered anyone in need of healing, let alone a mortal. But she would do whatever it took, even if it was risking her own health, her own life…

Although Lanayru could never die. Not permanently, at least.

People were huddled around the boy now, checking for breathing, a pulse…any signs of life. Their shouts and pleas were frantic, and it all reduced to ringing in the Goddess’s ears as she held her hands out, glowing white with the precious healing magic.

Dropping to her knees, she shot her hands forward, all of the Healing Grace absorbing itself around the boy in a matching white glow, some of it entering through his nose, his mouth, even going straight through his chest.

Please work please work please work…

She had done everything she could now.

And the boy opened his eyes, gasping in a lungful of air as he coughed and spluttered, water gushing out of his mouth, and the others quickly crowded around him. It took a few more seconds for the Healing Grace to fully take effect…and the healthy pink color returned to his cheeks once more. He smiled softly, letting out a chuckle…it was almost as if the whole thing never happened.

Overjoyed shouts and relieved sighs rang through Lanayru’s ears, and she beamed happily.

It worked…

But a wave of fatigue overcame her, almost all at once.

Some of the people around the boy seemed to be thanking her, but she slowly took a few steps away. Each step was becoming harder to take as her shoulders sagged and her head lolled forwards…

No. She quickly snapped it back up, and the world spun around her.

He will be okay. Now summon your symbol.

As she sank to her knees, black dots creeping into the corners of her vision, she slowly held out her left hand, palm facing skyward.

Through her now fuzzy mind, it took the last remaining strength she could muster to swirl the magic around her hand, the four raindrops appearing in a cross shape. To her the drops were blurry and disoriented, merely swirling shapes and colors, but they were there nonetheless.

You did it.

With a sigh of relief, the Water Goddess let her eyes slip closed, her hand falling limp by her side.

…

The sea of emptiness slowly began to recede, marking Lanayru’s return to awareness. Her body felt weightless, as if she was floating through the sky.

Ever so slightly, she stirred, noticing the soft material underneath her. She could recognize the sensation anywhere...My bed.

She had made it home.

“Your Grace?” a soft, muffled voice called out. “Are you with me?”

Lanayru cracked one eye open, to see a blurry figure standing in front of her, before letting it droop closed again. She shifted, stretching out her arms with a satisfied hum…which came out as more of a mumble.

“Thank the Goddesses.” The voice- a Dweller- let out a sigh. “I mean, um…that includes you. If you weren’t immortal, you could have died.”

Really?

“That was an incredibly brave thing you did out there. I am delighted to tell you…the boy has been doing just fine; you saved his life.”

Finally, she could find the strength to open her eyes. When she did so, the Dweller’s short and slender form was much clearer.

“H-hi,” she muttered, giving him a weak smile.

“Hello,” he replied. “Welcome back, Your Grace.”

“How…how long?”

“You were asleep for…a long time.” The Dweller paused. “…Two months.”

Two months??

Her arms were weak and tired, but still she put her elbows in front of her body and hoisted herself up to sitting. As her messy golden locks swept around her pale face, she frowned slightly. Her hair was…different. Perhaps a bit longer.

“Oh yeah.” The Dweller continued with a chuckle. “Your hair grew out a little.”

“Well…that makes sense, I guess.”

Lanayru let out a long yawn, briefly covering her mouth with her hand. Her fingernails, too, were badly overgrown and in need of a trim, the baby blue polish mostly chipped off.

“We have been waiting so long…Two months ago, you appeared in the teleportation circle frail and unconscious, we knew you weren’t dead, but you really gave us a fright there.”

“I…I’m sorry- I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t be. We figured it out anyway…using all of your healing powers at once like that is incredibly draining. That’s not what they’re made for. And you weren’t made to spend time down there. But we mustn’t scold you, for you were a true hero that day.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she found herself unable to look the kind Dweller in the eye.

“It was the least I could do,” she replied, voice almost a whisper.

For a second she wondered if her actions had indeed killed her. Of course that didn’t matter…she would have come back instantly. It was how she was made. The world couldn't afford to lose their precious Water Goddess.

“Now that you’re back with us, we have a lot of work to do.” The Dweller gave her a soft smile, and she lifted her gaze to meet his, now feeling comfortable enough to do so. “First, though, I must tell you something very important.”

She hesitated, fidgeting nervously with her dress. “What…is it?”

“Your Grace, in the mere two centuries of your existence you have displayed incredible selflessness…you never want to see a mortal suffer, you spend so much time making sure their water is beautiful…and now what you just did. I am proud to inform you that you have gained another domain.”

What?? Her heart raced in her chest, as she stared with wide eyes at the Dweller. Another domain?

“I have…? Really?”

“Indeed. You are now Lanayru, the Goddess of Water and Generosity.”

At first she couldn’t find words…she was speechless. Why am I the one being rewarded, when others need help? None of this made any sense…

“Wow, I…I can’t believe it,” she gushed. “For me? I don’t need any reward-“

“Your Grace, it has been given to you already. Out of all the Gods, you have proven yourself the most worthy for this. Once a domain has been handed to you, there’s no giving it back.”

So I should be proud of this, then.

If it could be used to help others further…she would make the most of this new gift.

“Well, I am honored.” She grinned at the Dweller, eyes gaining their sparkle once more. “I will do my best to fulfill it.”

…

And so she did.

Throughout the next millennium, she strengthened her generosity domain each day like a small child. It may be a secondary one, but it is just as important to her as her water domain, and she vows to keep her promises forever.

After all this time, some of her memories have faded, blurring together in the back of her mind, but she still recalls that moment clear as day. She always will.

While she gives the mortals water to keep them alive, she also protects them from the dangers of it.

#the goddess lanayru #there’s a few skyward sword references in here #kinda #tw drowning (but there’s no death) #the dwellers are the beings that live in her realm #i don’t know what else to call them so they’re dwellers ig #bailey writes #also the format is kinda shit #so if things are wonky i apologize for that

[imperialknxght]

;camping trip (open rp)

Kruber couldn't help but think to himself. Maybe it wasn't the Keep he needed to get away from; in fact, it could have been the company.

The continuous spouts and preaching from Saltzpyre were a pain in his arse, along with Kerillian's sarcasm and angst. Sienna and Bardin, however... they were the only people he could tolerate today. Even then, with even the slightest noise, Markus became irritated. His mind wasn't in the right place today, he realized.

He needed time away. Maybe going out to be one with nature for a few days, having a good hunt, listening to nothing but wildlife, and feeling the breeze would be nice.

He took the opportunity as soon as it showed itself.

Leaving the Keep with a small bag of personal belongings, he made his departure clear to the others. With Lohner always being concerned about the Five going outside the Keep, he couldn't help but understand where Kruber was coming from. With a wave of farewell, he was out the door and down the mountainside.

And by Taal, he was quite a lucky gent; he found a perfect camping spot close to the Grey Mountains. Not too far, not too close.

Perfect.

The woods around him were still green, with hints of orange and brown in the dying leaves that fell from branches. He couldn't help but let his inner kid come out, crushing leaves under his boots and kicking them around, if they were near. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

As he sat there, adding twigs and the leaves he crushed poorly to the campfire he lit, he soon realized it was already sundown. Strange, he thought, it was morning when he left the Keep. Lifting his head, he could see the hues of orange and pink floating across the sky, rays of golden sunshine coming through the leaves in the trees.

It was quiet for the time being, leaving the huntsman alone with his thoughts.

A bit of company or a conversation with another few folks wouldn't do him any harm.

#;open rp #guide my steps; hunstman

[fantasyaespa]

Karina: Nothing will ever beat a beautiful day at the beach

Winter: *laughs* I don’t think I’m ready to sand in all the uncomfortable places

Giselle: This turned out better than the last trip. No scrapes or cuts~ Just a nice golden glow

Ningning: I don’t know what you mean~ I’m still a mermaid

G-Dragon: *yawns* Alright~ This wasn’t a bad idea

☆★ @urfantasylover @livealittleoc-cb @mechat-kpopcb @eliitecb @velvetparadisee @minsena-oc @clubwnderland @fallenangel-oc @ateezmystery @littleboywooyoungie @vanilladaises-rp @fate-bot @project-takeover @supernaturalcb @dc-heroes-cb @welcome-to-maniac @thepatchedpaw @mystical-ocs @yanderemuses @femidolscb @k-venturetime @divineblood-cb @musiclovermino @monsterhigh-cb @multi-joong @reve-rv @multi-esme @the-hellhounds @kardpackcb​​ @3rachabot​ @glamrockpop-cb​ @screamcb @angelxdevil-bot @k-venturetime @kingdom-of-dicentra @mysticidolsxcb @chooseyourmx @monstax-cb ☆★

[winged-wyvwyrm-electricboogaloo]

Cloaks were extremely popular articles of clothing, used for all sorts of things and beloved by many even to this day, so why dont we see them outside of LARP or the big screen? In This Essay i will outline the general timeline of cloaks, becuase i love them and believe they deserve an essay. Fight me, i bite damnit.

Cloaks were spectacular for a myriad of reasons both aesthetically, and functionally, for a little history on cloaks and relevant similar clothing we can go back to Rome, Greece and even the Aztecs. They were used becuase they were extremely simple, take a blanket, pelt or a large leather piece, drap it over the shoulders, clip it using a simple sharp stick, specially designed pins called a penannular brooch, or a simple leather strip or cordage. Serving multiple functions such as the obvious protection from the elements, both while traveling at at night, bundling up supplies and covering the body and any weapons one might carry, they were also used as a form of military uniform, using colours and designs to convey rank, allegiance and occupation.

Cloaks also aided hunters, scouts, etc, by breaking up the human silhouette, a early form of camofluage, which proves extremely effective even to this day. given the right environment and positioning, one could mistake a human for a rock or some foliage from a mere 20 meters in broad daylight, especially for animals with dissimilar eyesight, such as deer. Cloaks were easily draped over the body without completely squishing or ruffling the outfit underneath, especially prevalent during the frilly clothing eras, and provided simple and effective protection from dust, water and what have you. Cloaks also have the added benefit of being easily worn while on horseback, a must have when the only form of travel was hoofing it =3

In the later years, as humanity, technology and society grew more sophisticated, the need for the benefits of the cloak diminished due to several changed in behaviour and environment. With the invention of the sewing machine, clothing became much easier to produce, rendering the cloaks advantage of simplicity less endearing. Working indoors for longer and more often made the cloaks superb protection from the elements equally less of an advantage over other clothing.

With the invention of the automobile the cloaks ease of wear while on horseback a detrimental aspect, due to the cloaks flowy and loose nature, getting dirty from dragging on the ground, getting caught in doors and similar inconveniences. This also rendered the multi-use function of serving as extra bedding and for bundling item for long trips obselete. So seems the cloaks golden age had come to a close.

However, this does not mean we abandoned them completely! The need for a cloak stand in, for everyday use that matched the times, was needed, enter the long coat! With similar benefits to the cloak such as coverage from rain and snow, protecting your clothing under it along with added range of movement with low cut sleeves and staying closer to the body. Cloaks proper stayed around as fashion statements, and formal wear to accompany suit and tie events and such.

Over time, the long coat evolved into coats and jackets and the cloak was phased out of use due the ever changing tides that are fashion and society. However, some cultures still use cloaks for their amazing function and strong presence, such as the american military for galas, banquets, and ceremonies. The italian Carabinieri allow and even issue cloaks as part of their uniform. Campers, hunters, hikers and larpers all use cloaks ocasionally aswell.

Tldr: they stopped being useful, and a better alternative was made possible via evolving technology.

In a later date i may make an essay on why they should make a comback

(i meant to post this like 5 hours ago and fell down an RP rabbit hole i genuinely thought was real for a while, never change tumblr.)

#cloaks #essay #i love them #everybody should have a cloak #their filled with cultural significance #an air of poise and a strong presence #and they make amazing and adorable winter wear #or autmn wear #or anyday wear #knightcore #maybe?

[antonblastdeluxe]

I was there for some of the SU freaks from 2018-2020 but PLEASE feel free to regale, I'm here to relive & be mad /LH SILLY

Ngl I think I'll use this ask as an opportunity to give everyone Kirm lore™️. The SU bulletpoint WILL be here but;

Semi-cognitive 'Kirm Bullies People :(' saga;

tldr: Back in mid-late 2018, freshly 18 me took notice of this particular person who was vagueblogging my friends in the RPC (roleplay community, think of it like a collaborative fanfic community if you're unaware) on the basis that my friends didn't want to interact with this person. After I decided to do some digging I decided to confront this person (who was well over 10 years my age) and told them to stop. And I left it at that.

Later I found out that were posting our private dms in their personal server and many of my friends told me other things about this person and how they were scared to speak up, so I naturally did some digging and found out this person was. Blatantly homophobic. Like, 'I respect gays but don't condone their lifestyle' homophobia. So, I called them out. Things snowballed and I was sort of thrust into the position of 'make callouts on weirdos.

Things that happened to me in 2018-2021 (broadly). Please note that every callout I have vocally supported / assisted in creating had plenty of evidence to prove the wrongdoings of folks;

I was told I'd go to jail and look 'good in orange' for calling out this guilttripping homophobe by somebody who was pregnant at the time. Yes, she took time out of her day to cry about somebody cyberbullying her homophobic friend instead of spending time with her partner.

Another homophobe (who was later revealed to be anti B/_M and pro-trum///p, fun) going up to bat and constantly trying to smear me while victimizing herself for years

Somebody I told off for forcing nsfw content on people because they forced their 30+ female mario character rp blogs that oversexualized them onto people at random decided to stalk me for multiple months and tried to rally a hate forum to harass me by using a family vacation photo I posted.

Was called the R slur for putting an ableist transphobe on blast

I was called 'elitist' and 'fac1st' by another pro-trum///p jackass because I called them weird for being very passive aggressive towards people not wanting to interact with them

Pr0-cop weirdo & friends got very very mad at me for taking a screenshot of a public blog and tried to frame me as a 'rich white woman who'd never be profiled by c0ps', tried to threaten multiple people in the rpc, including poc, of reporting their 'IPs to the p0lice for cyberstalking'

Basically being called a stalker, harasser, bully, etc for just taking screenshots and informing people of what URLs to block

Somebody who likes hp a lot and victimizes themselves over liking it apparently talking shit about me to this day because I rightfully grilled them for supporting an abuser a few years back

Broadly speaking, the SU rpc hates me because I assisted in boosting callouts against their 'golden gooses'. You know, the people who fetishmined and guilt-tripped as if they were being paid for it. Also a lot of oc drama and a golden goose accusing somebody of oc theft because they made an oc of the same rock they used, fun. I was accused of writing a callout I didn't even write because one of these golden geese recognized me in a rpc and screamed, despite the fact if you read that callout you would've known I didn't write it because the author identified themselves.

Also if anybody 'recognizes' themselves from this post, didn't you accuse me of being a stalker for looking at your blog and gathering evidence for like, a week at post. Why are you still here. Or, if you're a friend of any of these people in 2023 for some reason, fuck off, you're only giving your friend more stress by being their messenger. You're a shitty friend. Lol. Poor Kirm living in your head, still? Pay me reparations, lmao.

#vellichorom #kirm answers ✨ #but yeah my biggest sins online were being mean to people well older than me + dragging situations out for too long. #I prefer to simply warn people in private about folks and move on nowadays. but still. crazy what the fuck I dealt with #and these people tried to smear me. literally sent anons that said shit like 'kirm bullies autistic people and hides evidence of it' #ok lmaooooooooo <-- is an autistic person

[glitteringcldie]

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The following information applies to the default verse and is a basis for multiple other verses (including my canon-divergent DT ‘17 verse).

Name-  “Glittering” Goldie O'Gilt Species- Anthropomorphic Duck Eyes- Cornflower Blue Height- 2’ 11" Birthday- Sept 18, 1873 MBTI- ESFP

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Personality- Clever, tough, occasionally even cold, she has been a spirited lady all her life. Goldie can prance gracefully or pack a powerful punch. She can be loving and thoughtful, or sharp and fierce. Although she has been a singer and dancer, she is also a hard worker, and she does not often expect nor give things for free, unless they are deserved. Overall, how you treat her will determine how nicely, or threateningly, she treats you.

For personal/rp partners' reference on this blog, I have tried filling lengthy unknown gaps of her life and logically blending her main canons. That being said, some of it is canon, some of it is historical-based, but the rest are my headcanons (with discussions and help from tcthinecwnself) that seemed important or interesting to mention.

Warning: there's a lot. Skip to the end for most interactions' relevance if you wish.

Parents

During the mid-1800s, there was an event known as the Great Famine (or Great Hunger) in Ireland. This event took the parents of a young Irish duck, and inspired him to migrate to Canada to find a new, healthier life. His name was Eoin O'Gilt.

Surviving one of the unpleasant boat trips with others who had the same idea, he did not find himself in much better shape after arriving. Moving further inland and away from so many other migration areas, he worked more than one job, saving what he could to eventually buy his own land and begin to farm again.

Before that time, however, he met a French duckess. She was not very impressed with him at first, but as a pleasant sense of humor and gentleness revealed itself from this hard working Irishman, she found herself enjoying his visits to her family’s tavern. She became Rochelle O'Gilt.

Both of their savings bought the land for that farm in the Quebec providence, and they raised three ducklings who could not have been more different in personality and life-goals.

Siblings and Growing Up

A pair of eggs were the first born, a boy and a girl. Rochelle named them Jeffrey and Amie.

A few years later, another egg came along, and Eoin was promised he could name the third. After she was born and already had golden feathers, he chose Goldie.

They did not grow up with expensive things, but they had a home and food, even if not often feasts, and love.

Goldie was determined she would go out and see more of the country, and acquire the precious metals and jewels that she had only heard of. Knowing if she stuck to the idea she would need to learn how to defend herself, Eoin taught her to fight and shoot alongside his son.

As they reached adulthood, Jeffrey remained and worked at the farm, and later expanded it. Amie was more interested in being among people and settled in Montreal. Goldie remained at home with her brother until she too became an ‘adult’ in age, then started traveling along the path of the Canadian Pacific Railway.

Early Adulthood

Having her share of adventures and interesting encounters, Goldie listened and learned a great deal, from how to deal with the harsher climate to swindling tricks (it’s amazing what people will share when a pretty face is curious). She also discovered her consciousness did not bother her if she resorted to conning and theft from crude individuals or scoundrels. Sometimes, in fact, it was easier than being honest.

Within a decade, she had already made her way to the Yukon when news of the Klondike strike reached her in a lumber camp (an area that would later become Dawson), presenting a grand opportunity. A flood always accompanied the discovery of gold, and she set up shop in preparation (with the help of some of the lumberjacks she had been serving meals).

Two of the first to arrive left the strongest impressions. One was a loan-shark named Soapy Slick who wanted to use a table of her establishment for his business, and she agreed to rent it to him until he moved into his own building later. The other was a Scotsman who turned down the offer of a meal after his journey. She did not know his name, but he was pretty cute for a tough guy, him and his fluffy whiskers, and no one else ever left a moose at her door.

She watched Dawson form and grow around her due to the gold rush, making a decent profit selling food, drinks, and occasional card sharking here and there. She had little pity for gamblers who didn’t know when to quit.

The small building was rebuilt and improved to become the Blackjack Ballroom, with advice on style and some furnishings provided by a duck dubbed Dangerous Dan, who then worked with her as a co-manager and bouncer (populace and the violence accompanying crowds had begun to outweigh her ability to keep up with everything herself).

She hired some of the other ladies that had made their way to Dawson by this time, the ones with talent for entertainment, as well as a rather nice pianist who she never thought belonged in such a rough place. Goldie herself finally had not only access, but the funds for fine dresses and jewelry to wear, and she gained her historical title among others during the Klondike Gold Rush: Glittering Goldie. She also gave occasional performances of her own, receiving tips from those she hired.

She eventually learned the name of the whiskered Scotsman who left that tired moose, and heard of his past endeavors in passing conversations the rare times he came to town. He was intelligent, didn’t waste what he earned, and no one could get the jump on him– until the Steamboat incident, a story that may have received exaggeration and been regarded as legend afterward, but she beheld the aftermath in person. It proved Scrooge’s intelligence was matched by strength, an admirable duck among so many idiots and wasteful souls.

Their brief interactions since the beginning of the gold rush were not bad ones, but both were too busy to have time for casual conversation, until the day McDuck brought a very large gold nugget into her saloon. And while Goldie did not pick on him like others before it was revealed, she felt the same greed as Dan and other card gamblers when it was. Brawling soon followed when Scrooge realized she had cheated him out of it. Once the fighting was over, she was confronted, and to avoid being reported to the mounted police, she claimed she would dig him another to make up for it. His disbelief only fueled her determination, as much to prove she could accomplish anything she darn well pleased as actual payment. And maybe swipe more from such a rich claim– she did not plan on emotions getting in her way.

Goldie had helped with lumber, but she had never mined before, and proving she could did not mean she was going to be nice or quiet about a ruined dress or sorry excuse of a bed. There were many a loud disagreements at first, but with time, she noticed moments of softness that showed he was not as cold as he seemed. His mention of parents and childhood reminded her of her own, and how they would feel if she shared the less honest moments of her life away from home in an occasional letter.

Being defended from wildlife, dealing with claim jumpers together, and other events lead to more peaceful interactions between them. Slowly, she did not wear the Ice Queen facade that kept her from seeming weak in a rough town as often. Playfulness started to show itself, such as hurling a snowball at his head one day without warning.

During a long winter of mining and working together, shifting from squabbling to caring, looking after one another when ill or hurt, they accepted they were in love. As spring arrived, they intended to leave together with their stash of gold. Goldie gave him a silk Valentine before returning to Dawson to pack some of her things from the Blackjack Ballroom she had not brought to White Agony Creek, and waited at the train station that night, as they agreed.

Dan had other plans. He stole their stash, and lied to both about the other leaving without them. Goldie did not exactly trust him, of course, but they had worked together, and she had never seen him sink so low. After another person claimed to see Scrooge leave, she had to accept the possibility. She was too proud to go after him to ask why, and too hurt to go after him to shoot him. She assumed she knew the answers: greed, using someone, all to get what you wanted. Why not? She had done it, not to the extend of pretending to love, but it wasn’t a far fetched concept.

Still, after days of anger and sadness, she sent one letter after him. A letter could be ignored, and she did not have to look him in the face; she refused to be a pathetic heartbroken lover who could not accept truth. No response ever came, for the man it reached was as hurt and afraid to read it as she was to chase him. She accepted she made the mistake of thinking he was different than the rest of these gold-fever fools and cons. And she would not let herself make that mistake again.

Mid Adulthood

Goldie sold the Ballroom to Dan, for gold rushes do not last forever, and she had no desire to return to socializing often or wear a smile and put on a show for men in Dawson. She did not have to. She knew how to mine now, she would keep the claim and continue to work it herself. If Scrooge wanted it back, if he dared return, he would have to fight her for it. As far as she was concerned, she had as much right to it after working so hard for nothing, and she would not relinquish it.

She was not quite sure what she would do after hoarding the next pile for herself alone. She had traveled across the country like she wanted when she was a duckling, she had seen it and fought with it. What would she do with another stash? Maybe whenever it ran out, she would go home, work with her brother, or start a business of some kind. But she never did, for more than one reason, each one young and hungry.

Between the countless fights, bushwhacking, and accidents in Dawson and mining camps, a child was sometimes left without a parent, or a parent who would not claim/want them, or both. When she traveled to town for supplies, she found one. And later another. And more. She had no idea how to raise children, but surely she was a better option than having no one at all. Goldie took care of them, fed them, bought and repaired clothing, protected them, and they helped her in return.

Dawson’s booming dwindled, especially after gold discoveries in Alaska. Goldie and some other miners with successful claims rather than failures remained, but droves of others left. Over the next few decades, it became a much quieter, smaller city.

The children she took in grew up, and one by one left to start lives of their own, or go to higher schools. Goldie gave them sufficient funds for travel and making a start in life. One even wished to become a doctor, and she sent him funds while he attended medical school. That stash she once thought she would have and use to move and start somewhere else was instead mostly spread among them.

Later Adulthood

Her gold feathers had gained gray by the time she found herself alone again, but White Agony felt like home now. She stayed voluntarily, she had found joy in those children, more than dresses or jewels, and the idea of starting something else from the ground up again no longer held the same appeal as when she was younger. The mountains were beautiful and providing, and knowing she had supported multiple bright young adults that would undoubtedly go and accomplish great things was more satisfying than anything else she had done before.

Goldie continued to spend the next few decades fishing, farming, and surviving the winters; she was not directly affected by many other events in the world that occurred, but some of her adopted children were. She still has letters of their stories, both personal notes and things effected by wars and politics. Most of their children, however, did not continue to keep up with her. She did not mind. Why should they? They never met the rough woman one of their parents knew.

That is not to say she did not still have random adventures. The smaller Dawson was not so loud to visit, but plenty of shenanigans could occur even in a small town, especially with a few fiends like Dan leftover from the old days. She was involved in her fair share.

And she raised a baby bear, who became a big bear, and a guard bear for a silver feathered older woman.

Shenanigans involving said bear also occurred, including to keep destructive dredgers away from White Agony.

Then he showed back up. The drake she thought she would never see again, and she darn near shot him. Cue the Back to the Klondike DT ‘87 episode that I am not going to summarize in entirety, but it concludes with them learning they never betrayed each other, and while Scrooge does ask if she’ll return to Duckburg with him, she does not. It had been so long, and she had not been a part of the normal world to get used to its changes with time... she did not think she belonged in it.

Having discovered a vein during the episode and without anyone but herself to take care of, however, the option of starting over financially returned. She was old, but she was still in fine shape, so why shouldn’t she? Dawson had begun to gain tourism due to its significance during the Gold Rush, and her first investment was a hotel, restoring the abandoned Blackjack Ballroom for that purpose and a landmark. She later built additional hotels at other historical tourist areas, including Alaska.

Goldie hired some assistance for mining this time, for she was not quite as young and strong as she once was. Since she had had experience with lumbering in the past, and she did not want to jump into any modern business she knew nothing about, land and lumber were her next investments.

By the time of the Ducky Mountain High episode, White Agony had been mined out again, and while her bear remained to guard it (for that was his home and it held many years of memories for her), she had moved to another cabin among some of her timberland. Gold was discovered near it as well, and was cleverly acquired.

Additional RP Development

After establishing more than one business for herself and developing respectable, increasing income, Goldie started to visit Duckburg more often, ‘testing the water’ to see if she really could still fit into the much more civilized world.

Her adjusting to less-harsh (and alone) conditions continued, and said visits grew lengthier.

And one day, after getting to know his family and employees, after business alliances were made, after seeing for herself that she could still be a part of his life and overcoming the doubts about it– Scrooge asked her to marry him, and she did, that same day, in the bin without publicity or ceremony, just them and the few people needed to make it official.

Goldie thus becomes a permanent resident of McDuck Manor. And since she was already used to working at home, one of the spare rooms was converted into an office for her to continue to manage her own businesses by phone and ‘electronic mail.’ She doesn’t have to socialize when she doesn’t care to, she gets to be around and help raise multiple children again, and she sees the love of her life everyday. Now, she has both forms of the two greatest sources of happiness she had ever known; her drake, and family.

#musepage

[deathblightprince]

The Golden Prince’s Journal Entries #1

(This is compliment dabble series to @arikos-of-caelid dabbles regarding to our recent RP’s. I decided to enrich both of our lore’s by writing the journal entries of Godwyn the Golden months to days just before The Night of Black Knives.)

“March 10th.

‘Tis good to finally be home. 

The trip from Linurnia was unusually long due to a horrific storm that passed by the border of Linuria to the Altus Plateu. We were so close to the Dectus Hold as well, but this storm poured so heavily, it flooded the area and we were unable to pass through for several days. Forunately, the village up the hill was kind enough to grant us temporary shelter from the weather. 

I unfortunately was not able to get much paperwork done during my stay at the village, mainly due to a lack of light and ink for the quill, so now I am staring at the belly of the beast - a huge stack of papers demanding my attention. I can only pray none of them hath a deadline.

One of mine stewards just informed me that our luggage returning home came back lighter than it was beforehand. They art unsure if this was because of thievery, but none of mine personal belongings were missing. In fact, the items that appear to have gone missing is totally random - a pair of leather boots, glintstone shards, and some candles? I asked them if they were sure they did not just leave the backdoor unlatched. They art certain the doors were tightly shut. 

They are going to send a few men back down to that village we stayed at, and investigate whether they were responsible for the theft or not. 

With that, I believe it is my cue to return to the mountain of paperwork.

-Godwyn

#{ verse: golden prince } #{ dabble: journal }

[crowshoots]

alias: rio or elliott.

gender: transmasc nonbinary.

astrological sign: scorpio.

height: 5′9″ish.

sexuality: gay.

favorite animals: golden eagles & otters.

average hours of sleep: like 10-12 sobs i oversleep a lot.

number of blankets: i prefer over two. right now i just have one.

where i am from: the united states.

dream trip: covid ruined my chance to go to spain and to go to japan that was on my list so... those. or portugal :D

when i created the account: december of last year!

followers: enough to rp lmao

other blogs: astravaris w/ the muses of talia (oc), erin (oc), marshaII seo, enrique mercado-Iopez, keII maresh, and kuwei yuI-bo!

tagged by: @savagedottir thank you! tagging: most of the people i had in mind to tag have been tagged already so feel free to steal<3

#not your little rabbit. / ooc.

[gravewoodbanshee]

The Halloween masquerade this year is hosted by Isadora Morgan at the extravagant Astoria Hotel. Land of Gods and Monsters is said to be the the fabulous debut of everyone’s (least) favourite entrepreneur. Invitations were given out via embossed invitations, and anyone who was anybody was invited. Price of admission? A costume adhering to this year’s theme of gods and monsters of every mythos.

The Astoria Hotel offers a plethora of accommodations for all party-goers. The booked penthouse of the hotel is decked to the nines in elegant, marble pillars and golden leaves of autumn. Plush velvet couches make up a luxurious and comfortable lounging area fashioned with a large screen TV playing classic Halloween flicks.

On the refreshments table are treats of all sorts, from candy for the young at heart to cold hors d'oeuvres for those who wish to crash for a free meal. As always, Gravewood’s traditional (and infamous) blood of Dionysus cascades from a small fountain with endless supply.

Modern dance tunes and trendy remixes thump through the rooms by a professional DJ who’s situated in the corner, offering a soundtrack for whatever may occur on the nimbuses of lore.

For the main draw of the loosely themed event is the River Styx-- or otherwise known as the pool and hot tub on the roof deck just outside the double doors of the penthouse suite. Nymphs and satyrs are all invited to swim and frolick through the heated pool or steamy jacuzzi before checking into the hotel for a sweet trip to the afterlife.

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This marks the re-opening of the RP! Feel free to start whenever and wherever you so please. There will be another post regarding part 2 of the Halloween party so make sure your character doesn’t leave if you want to be witness to that. You may begin your Halloween Party threads now! Be sure to try and complete your previous threads if you choose to continue those before getting right into it.

 Feel free to have multiple characters in one thread for maximum drama!

Some party thread ideas can be found here!

Happy Halloween, y’all!

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