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honeysmokedham · 1 year

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The Trees Have Ham || Nora & Ray

TIMING: April 18th at 12:34 pm LOCATION: UMWR PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Ray @spaceforanother SUMMARY: Nora is terrorizing the college campus again and she spots one of her favorite college snacks going to lunch. CONTENT WARNINGS: Memory Loss Tw, Vomit Tw

Dinner time, and he’d finally been forced to go out and about to get food. Ray grumbled a little as he pulled his coat tighter around himself. Somehow his stash of chips had gone down much faster than he’d expected and he was currently being forced to risk bumping into anyone from his classes. He had an essay due, reading to be done for the next day, and now he was wasting time walking to get food. If he were more of a pessimist he’d have looked at the clouds already and predicted rain, but even Ray could tell that he’d need at least a little optimism in order to get everything done that night.

True to her bear nature, Nora was currently up a tree. After a few days of scoping out the campus she had decided this tree was the optimal tree. It was the perfect distance between some dorm buildings and the food hall where it wasn’t close enough for everyone eating to hear or see anything at it, but it was on the way so people with leftovers would walk underneath it. Her plan was simple. Wait for someone walking alone with leftovers, and get a double meal. A fear and food combo. The campus was truly turning out to be a beneficial place to hang out.

Nora was enjoying the evening, drawing in her little sketchbook and waiting for the perfect victim when a familiar body walked by. She squinted through the branches. Oh! That was one of the Soups. Friend. Excitement raced through her as she started formulating a plan. “Soup help! Help me!” Her voice sounded different, not the same monotone she used for everyday conversation. “Help me!” She hoped that would be enough to turn whichever Soup that was around. Expecting, fully for it to turn him around, Nora created an illusion of a little child stuck in a spiderweb attached to the tree. “Help before it comes back!”

His nickname rang out in the evening air and Ray startled. He indeed whipped around in the direction of the cries for help. He even only paused for a moment before starting off towards the noise and back towards a tree along the path, the words injecting a bit of urgency into him. When his gaze landed on the small child his heart started to hammer, he wasn’t good with children…and the massive spider web wasn’t helping a whole lot either.

“What do you mean ‘it’?” Ray asked, pleading internally that it wasn’t going to turn out to be what he thought it might be. Without looking around too much he extended an arm to the kid hoping that ‘it’ was far enough that he wasn’t going to encounter it.

From the mix scent of cheap soap and something unknown, Nora had a suspicion she knew which one it was. The tasty one, Ray. Nora knew she’d have to act fast as his hand moved towards the illusionary web. To be honest, she was impressed he even found it in himself to take action. Part of her wondered if he’d pass out instantly at the sight and let his other personality take over. Using her legs to anchor herself, Nora tossed herself forward on the branch. As if out of nowhere, Nora’s upside down torso appeared next to Ray. “Me.” She whispered in her monoton. A quick alteration to her illusions added the addition of multiple spider eyes to open around Nora’s face as she gave him her creepiest simple. Now, if Nora was being honest she thought every time she smiled was creepy. It was very uncanny valley of a monster like her to smile, after all. That was why she kept to her monotone expressionless features. “Boo.”

His hands were clammy as he reached out, desperately trying to calm down in order to put a good front on for the child. Ray was already regretting his choice to stop, but they’d called him by name…nickname…whatever, so maybe this kid knew him or something and he couldn’t ignore that. The seeming reality was much worse than the big spider he’d been imagining. The girl from his nightmares the other night swung down towards him, another of her features terrifyingly exaggerated. Child completely forgotten Ray yelped and staggered backwards as if in imitation of the first time they’d met. “YOU,” He yelled out.

“Me.” Nora agreed. For a moment Nora disappeared back into the tree. She reoriented herself within a moment before dropping down next to him. Her feet sent a shock of pain through her body, but she ignored it. Her tasty, tasty snack stood there paralyzed with fear. It was adorable. Like a little bunny, she was about to pierce through the heart before cooking on an open fire. Nora slammed her hand into the illusionary child. The fake child disintegrated into a mass of blood and bone. “Feed me or you're next.” This was a very fun game. By the scent of all his tasty fear, Nora could only assume he was having as much fun as she was. Having a friend was great.

His stomach flipped and turned when his eyes landed on the child again only for it to seemingly explode and melt into bone and blood. Ray couldn’t tear his gaze away from what had been what he’d understood to be a real child. Only a whimper escaped him as he retched. His body doubled over as he managed to keep what little was in his stomach inside, shoulders heaving slightly in effort. However, this did break his eyeline with the remains of the illusion. “Feed you what?” he asked her weakly.

Nora’s head tilted to the side as this man seemed to be having a very visceral reaction. That was funny. After all, none of this was real. There was no scent of fresh blood or carnage in the air. The tree wouldn’t remain stained with intestines after they left this place. It was a silly thing to be upset about. Nora loved humans for this. They felt so much. Being human must be so hard. Feeling fear? What was it like? Nora’s hand reached out almost as if she wanted to feel the fear. She caught herself, letting her hand drop to the side. “Ham. I like to eat ham.” She shoved her hands in her pocket looking around. “Where do we go for ham?”

With Ray's hands clenched on his knees he took a few deeper breaths, remembering belatedly that the last time he’d seen this girl it hadn’t been real. A dream right? Like the last time? Was this real? It looked so real, he didn’t remember going to sleep either, but that didn’t really mean anything to him…his blackouts were not uncommon. His stomach jolted a final time before settling enough to not feel like he might throw up, but still churning with unease. “The dining hall I guess…” he trailed off looking back towards the remains of the fake child before averting his eyes and chanting quietly “Not real, not real. Just a dream.”

The fear still radiated off of Ray. Nora watched him go through it, until deciding that this was all a dream. Just a dream. “This isn’t a dream.” Nora reached out and pinched him on the arm as hard as she could. “See. Real. I’m real.” She pointed to the child. “That’s fake.” Call it pity, but he seemed to really be going through it for a fake child. Besides they were friends. She could let him in on her little pranks. Nora waited for Ray to get the courage to look at the child again. As soon as he did she let the illusion drop. “See? Nothing there. Not even a speck of blood.” Nora grabbed his arm and started dragging him after her. She’d had enough fear food, there was a grumbly in her tumby for real food. She started leading them. “How much ham is there?”

The pinch hurt so much more than just physical pain, the emotional backlash of realizing that this was a real person next to him was something otherworldly. “What…” Ray weakly mumbled. He followed her finger and watched the illusionary child fade. He stumbled behind her a little as she started abruptly moving away from the scene of his newest supposed nightmare. BUt she was real. How was she real. “How? Why?” he stammered as she dragged him along. Only then did another living person pass by, cementing that it wasn’t a dream as he could register their face. He heard you couldn’t do that in dreams. “There’s a sandwich bar so a bit…” he answered, unsure.

Ray was stumbling over his feet and his words. Nora wished he would hurry up, she was very hungry. She also knew that she couldn’t divulge too many secrets. It was important to Nora that she didn’t dry up a food source. It would be a shame if one of her quick and easy snacks became immune to her pranks. Besides, just like Disney’s Magic Kingdom was made to awe and inspire without people knowing the grueling and tedious work behind the scenes, so was Nora’s little gifts! It was all fun. For both of them. Nora tugged Ray along faster after her. “I like sandwiches.” She announced, her monotone voice almost excited. But of course, Nora was always excited to eat. Worried that Ray might still be too focused on his dream theory, Nora summoned a replica of her face to push past the hair on the back of her head. “Boo!” It screamed at the man following her.” There. That should bring him back to attention. “What are you having?” She wonderd if he was a plate sharer. She wasn’t going to share her plate, but maybe he’d let her take from his.

His heartbeat had only just been starting to settle a little when the back of her head grew it’s own face and yelled at him. Ray yelped and stumbled, but was ultimately dragged further down the path by the small terror rambling on about food. But this was real, she was holding onto him and physically pulling him towards the dining hall. A few other students passed by in that time but they just laughed at the image of what they understood to be maybe a day-drunk student being taken for food by a good friend. It was college, you see weirder than someone stumbling down the path for a meal. “I wanted a burger and fries if they had any left… Who are you?” It seemed bizarre that he’d not asked, she knew him after all…had he met her during a blackout and this was the result? She seemed to acknowledge the visions he was having and at the same time be completely unbothered. He didn’t understand, but he desperately wanted to.

Who are you? The last time questions had turned to her she’d ran. Did he think she would leave again now? The dining hall was in front of them. She was so close to food, she couldn’t just give up on it. “Nora.” Her voice was doing the most to not be heard over the wind and the sound of their footsteps on the pavement. Nora pushed Ray in front of her into the dinning hall, parking them in front of the swipe checker that would let them in after it got swiped. Nora didn’t wait to see if he would swipe for her. She disappeared into the food area before anyone could stop her and started piling food onto a plate that quickly started to resemble the leaning tower of pisa. When she finished, Nora sniffed the air. Ray was easy enough to pick out. He smelt like soap and residual fear. Nora tracked him down and set up next to him. “So. Why are you taking” She tried to remember the name of the text book she’d looked at. “uh..Geop…Geophysics?”

“Nora.” Ray repeated back to her before she vanished from his view and instead he was being shoved towards the check in. He swiped for them both, sure that if he didn’t she would cook up something terrible to scare him once again. His heart was only just getting back to normal as it was so he didn’t fancy risking that sort of thing in such a crowded place. It was bizarre watching her do things so normal as just getting a plate for herself and setting in about the food just like all the other kids around. He grabbed his own plate and got the burger and fries he’d wanted before sitting down and realizing he didn’t have much of an appetite anymore, jumping only slightly when she sat next to him. It was all so normal as she even set about asking him about his classes of all things. “I study meteorology, weather forecasting and stuff. Wanna be a weatherman…” he trailed off into a mumble. He always felt like it sounded childish when said aloud.

“Sick.” Nora’s mouth was full as she answered. She’d crossed her legs in her chair and was chowing down like she didn’t know the next time she’d eat this good. Which, to be fair, she didn’t. “You’ll have to be on TV.” Nora took notice to the fact that he hadn’t started eating. She took one of his french fries, thinking maybe he’d start defensively eating. If he didn’t, well, it was going to be her plate them. While eating her stolen french fry, Nora tilted her head to the side examining him. “You’ve got a face for tv.” Growing up in the public eye, being surrounded by models, Nora had taken notice of the facial structures that could make it. He was handsome enough she thought he could do it. “You’ll probably have to be more assertive.” Less willing to fall over and be scared. Then again, what was scary about the weather? Like a tornado would ever wait for him in the studio. “Public figures get bullied a lot. Can you handle that?”

She reached over and took one of his fries and he let her, his stomach was still settling and he figured he could just eat some noodles later on if he felt hungry again tonight. Ray slid his plate over towards her a little and crossed his arms to rest on the empty space it left behind on the table. “Yeah, eventually maybe.” It was so surreal to have someone who’d very outwardly attempted to torment you pay you a compliment. His face contorted slightly as he tried to process that and settled on a sort of smile in return. “Thanks.”

A shrug of his shoulders and Ray lost his smile a bit, shifting uncomfortably on the plastic chair. “Well, I guessed I could work up to it. Get better at talking to people and catch tips on how to really …talk.” It would take some time, even he would admit that. “People can say what they want about me,” Although he strived to be normal, Ray knew he wasn’t. He could take some bullying, online would likely be much easier than in person anyway.

“I’m great at talking to people,” Nora said what she said with her whole chest. She meant it. People always had the response she was looking for from them. Screaming. Crying. Fear. If she was bad at talking to people then it wouldn’t work out for her. Nora wondered what his split personalities thought of their meteorologist degree, but didn’t think she should ask. Was it like people having nightmares? You weren’t supposed to make them aware of each other or something bad would happen. “You seem to be talking fine now.” She managed those words in lieu of the real questions she wanted to ask.

“That’s cool. I hope you get famous before I kill you.” Nora had finished all the food on her plate in that little time and moved on to his hamburger. It was weird to Nora that Ray had said he wanted a hamburger, then just turned it over. “I plan on being a serial killer when I grow up.” Nora wasn’t even looking at him as she told him this. She was looking out at all the people in the school. “You seem like a fun first kill.” Nora was joking, like friends joke. She’d seen it in movies. People sitting in the cafeteria joking with each other, laughing. However, there was nothing in Nora’s tone to suggest the comment was a joke. Her monotone voice and her blank face delivered it in a way to suggest she was being completely serious.

He paused for only a second before quietly and politely agreeing, hoping that was what she was looking for. In truth Ray wished she would explain more of what the hell she was going on about and try and scare him less. But it didn’t seem like a good ask at the moment. She truly wanted to torment him, but if he could keep this odd peace they’d settled into in the dining hall maybe he could get through the rest of this interaction without too much emotional damage. “Thank you?”

And he almost felt safe and settled…until she suggested his murder later. Ray’s heart started to race again and he closed his eyes so that he didn’t have to look at her serious expression. He was sort of speechless at her words. He didn’t know when to take her seriously, but considering she’d ‘murdered’ a child earlier he was leaning towards the inclination that he should be very careful. Even if she’d told him it wasn’t real after the fact. “Can I convince you I wouldn’t be a good first kill?” he asks her with uncertainty, finally opening his eyes to look at her for any hope. He was stupid. But he couldn’t help but want to see what she’d say.

Ray’s fear drifted in with his burger, all of which she ate like the glutton she was. Eventually the burger was gone but Ray’s fear wasn’t. He also hadn’t laughed at her joke. Nora found herself disappointed about that. The movies had all been very clear when it came to college and college friends laughing in the cafeteria. She wanted that. Nora pushed that feeling away. It was a feeling she didn't have words for, but it was one she smelled in people's fear constantly. It was the realization that no one in this world would ever be there for you and you would always find yourself alone. But those weren't the right words for it. Those weren't the words that could fully embrace and outline the realization. Nora wasn't scared of it, instead it filled her with sadness. What was missing in her that others found so easily. Glancing back at Ray, she maintained her perfect mask of indifference. "Convince me." Nora challenged. "Tell me why I should keep you around."

Ray was oblivious to the changes in her mood, her face was so well policed that her expression didn’t waver for even a moment. That definitely didn’t stop his brain adding another layer of unease to the situation. The challenge was posed and he stared straight back at her, blinking slowly he wondered just what he had to offer that would be of any use to her. Something small sparked in his memory -an unusual feat for him to have actually recalled something from an encounter, especially one he had been sure was a dream until now. It was hazy but it was there, something of his had been gone when he’d come to consciousness then, and this time as well had she asked about it. “Ham.” he suggested all of a sudden. “Kill me and I can’t swipe you into the sandwich bar for ham when you’re hungry for it. Kill me and they’ll cancel my account…but if you don’t I can…get you in?” Was this a terrible idea? Could she just get ham from someone else in the College? ‘Probably’ was the answer to both. But it was all he could think of at the moment. “I’d also…like to live if that makes a difference…” he added quietly, unsure if it actually did for her.

Nora blinked. Once. Twice. Then a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her face snapped away as she killed the smile and replaced it with her signature blank expression. “Ham.” Nora repeated, turning back to face Ray. Life always revolved around ham. Then he added, quietly, that he’d like to live. Nora considered this. Now she knew he wanted to live and tell people the weather. Also that he liked hamburgers but not after seeing children disintegrated in front of him. She knew that inside him another human lived, and as Ray stopped becoming a face in the crowd and solidified into someone who she now knew had goals and plans, she wondered how his other personality differed. Nora looked away again, her eyes glancing over all the faces in the crowd, faces who could have just as easily been a fear meal for her. Instead their faces held no aspirations behind them. “Okay.” Nora looked back at him. “I won’t kill you.” It had started as a joke, but then ham happened. “But I want my ham.”

He blinked back at her, anxiously waiting for her to agree or decline his hasty offer. His eyes flickered down to her mouth as it seemed to pull upwards. Ray was astounded that something as simple as his offer of getting her ham had finally gotten her features to change. She covered it over quickly, he’d only really caught the smallest glimpse of emotion from her, but it was enough to stamp out the fear in his heart and be replaced with relief. He tentatively reached out to her, to shake her hand and seal the deal. His life for some ham. What a strange reality he was living in. How could nothing make sense in this town? “Deal? Shake on it?” He was going to regret this maybe. But if this was all it took, he’d do it.

The fear was gone. Drifted away just like that. As if her word was an undeniable truth and that people didn’t lie. People lied all the time. Nora had spent the better part of her youth as a public figure online and the lies people told about her, themselves and anything were enough to drown in. Nora, herself, had started lying on the internet. Wasn’t her whole town page dedicated to lying to the townspeople to try and scare them? But here was Ray, hand held out for her to shake and a pure belief in her word. It was astounding to know that he believed her, but if he didn’t she knew his fear would still saturate the air. Nora found herself clasping her hand to his. “Deal.” She wondered if it would be harder to scare him, with him knowing she would never kill him.

#chatzy #chatzy: ray #the trees have ham #memory loss tw #vomit tw #i love rhi #im surprised we didn't put bees in this #missed opportunity

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proosh · 8 months

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happy 9/11 to the new york OC who, in an otherwise mostly contemporary slice of life nationverse chatzy rp room, decided on a whim to drag everyone into 9/11 2: electric boogaloo for OC whump purposes

#I miss chatzy rp sometimes #it's the eleventh here in aus don't @ me

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rensake-blog · 5 months

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GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Kami or Kami-sama pronouns— He/She/They I'm genderfluid so they really just, stay rotatin'. They/them is safe though! preferred comms — Tumblr hates to notify me of literally *anything* so if you tag me, or IM me, or anything- While I check frequently- I may miss it. So my discord is open to mutuals and please I beg of you do not be afraid to DM me. XD name of muse — Ryuu King Evans experience in RP — Oh gosh. Uh. Nearly 14+ years of roleplay experience. I've been through just about every medium you can think of. Forum, Text messages, Chatzy, Email, Skype, Google Documents, Kik, Discord, and of course Tumblr. best experiences— I think it's currently a tie between Tumblr and Discord. Which is a reasonable tie, in my opinion. XD pet peeves/dealbreakers — Oh. Hmm, maybe non communication? Drama. And people who refuse to read a muse out properly. muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Well, my muse would prefer fluff. But I genuinely like anything that can evoke great emotions in another person. That deep gut wrenching angst, the feet kicking fluff, and the cheek heating smut, all are S-tier to me. I just want to write in a way that makes you feel enveloped in the story, so if you're invested, I'm doing my job right. plot or memes — Both! I don't reblog a meme if I don't think it can be turned into something of a plot. Of course, it's up to you to decide if it should be a thread. XD long or short replies — I love long replies, they make me eager to respond since I can see just how invested my rp partner is. But short replies are good, if the rp was short to begin with. ^.^ I'm not fond of one liners long term though, since I don't use icons they can drop off too easily. best time to write — Anytime, honestly. As long as I'm not asleep, or busy, I'd generally prefer to be writing or drawing. ^.^ are you like your muse?: I wish. King seems to have a lot more things together than me. But no, I think we aren't all that alike aside from our friendliness and our general love of cats.

Tagged by: @cmdrace Tagging: @queenharumiura, @kaizokugaris, @whiskeysmulti, @chillin-at-partys-bar, @needlenxggin, @ryusxnka, @ladysasagawa, @juhotookaku, @negativeinterview, and @getouh.

(If you've already done it, don't worry about it! Same for if you don't wanna do it. <3 But if you haven't, and you want to- even if I didn't tag you- Go for it!))

#ooc.godhelpusall #memes.thesearethejokes #queue.karmabites #munday.behindthecurtains

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twilly224 · 6 months

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Fs in chat for Omegle, had a good run, will miss all the chatzy roleplays i would find on it :(

#twilly talks

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raytm-moved · 1 year

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ABOUT THE MUN;

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: ray 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: they / them 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: discord !! tumblr ims are too much of a jump scare. 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 / 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦: i've been writing since i was probably around 13 ? 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗨𝗦𝗘: now, i only use tumblr and discord but i've written on chatzy, gaming chats like kongregate and facebook. 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘: i'm still friends on facebook with the people who initially taught me how not to godmod, who basically ascended me from the days of *walks over to you* to writing in actual paragraphs. i have a lot of fond memories from writing for so long, friends i've had and who have left to do other things who i miss dearly but it's very much the people you meet along the way and the friendships you make that mean the most. 𝗥𝗣 𝗣𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗦: people who refuse to communicate with me. as someone who relies heavily on expression or body language to understand how someone is feeling it's so easy to be put on edge when someone changes the way they speak to me. if you don't want to write with me or i have done something to make you uncomfortable i would rather like ? talk it out because chances are it wasn't done maliciously. it's hard on both sides to come forward and talk about things but the communication is so important. 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙, 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧, 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧: i tend to write mostly smut and angst these days. i do adore fluff but i feel like i haven't had the chance to write some cute hand holding in a little while. i adore writing in depth suffering, exploring a characters feelings and reactions to certain situations. 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦: i tend to usually write between 2-3 paragraphs, sometimes this can get longer but it really depends on the writing itself. 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘: when i can overcome my writers block lmao. 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘(𝗦): i feel like i have a tendency to write characters with a generally sad backstory.

#wawawa.

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paperw0rmz · 1 year

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wut's a trend from the 90s/early 2000s u wanna see make a comeback? :0

THANK YOU FOR ASKING

For those who don’t know Hi I’m Grave and I am obsessed with 90’s-2012 things and have archives and logs of media, specifically web, of things from those eras

1:Radio shack

As someone who is getting into ham radio and also just misses being able to get funky little add ons to computers and shit, I think we should all as a collective demand a radio shack. “Oh bUt yOu hAvE bEst bUy” I will literally slit your throat if you are dumb enough to think that that ugly wanna be ikea shit is anything remotely similar to big daddy Radio Shack

2:Chatrooms

Was I way too young to be on them back when they were popular? Yes. Did that result into trauma? Yes. But I’ve learned my lesson and now I want this shit back so bad. I LOVE chat rooms. “YeAh wE hAvE dIscOrd aNd DMS” ITS NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING AND YOU KNOW IT.

Bring back chatzy, bring back IRC (I’m active on a few), I’m even on Wireclub if anyone wants to join my chat rooms there!!! And pesterchum

3: physical copies of media

I hate streaming services. I hate it. There is nothing but zombie glossy eyed, let’s market to the brain dead, shit on there. Like yes, I love some of the shows, but we have lost so much shit from moving to streaming services. Remember on a VHS or DVD where you could watch behind the scenes, bloopers, play movie/show related games all on a tape/disk???? It’s the same with any physical music media too. I think it makes you more so focused on what entertainment you actually like. Too many people just like things because it’s popular or trending, which is fine, but when it comes down to it do you actively want to OWN something physical from the media? If not then is it something you’re willing to put time into then? Why not do something else?

4:Arcades

I’m not talking about that Dave and buster shit. I’m talking not scam (at least not as bad as it is now) arcades that was on every Main Street, in every mall, like in a mall now of days is a small as shit arcade if it’s NOT Dave and busters. I hate Dave and busters mainly bc they ruined a genre. It was marketed as a arcade for adults but then they added kid I pad games and now it’s just an awkward overpriced place to be where you can see a seven year old play cross road or angry birds on a glorified I pad and also see grown men get shit faced drunk.

5:MAGAZINES

Literally so hard to find good magazines now of days. Especially for a cost that won’t fucking kill you. I managed to get most of mine second hand, but it’s so hard to find anyplace that sells magazines especially ones that are to kids without being too babyish. I go to a grocery store and if I look for a young girls/boys magazine it’s about very YOUNG things to the point I don’t think the market audience can even read??? That or it’s just guns or gardening. Which is cool, but there isn’t anything for teenagers really anymore. Like yes there are, but you have to sign up online for it which is fine, but I miss being excited to go to the corner store to see if there is any latest addition of the magazine I loved there.

6:social interactions

You would jus stay outside or inside right next to your phone/computer waiting for someone to come by and tell you where everyone else is at. Like having to go walk to every gas station and corner store to see if your friends are there and getting excited when they are actually there. I am thankful for being able to easily like meet up with people, but like the feeling you get when you run into people and then go fuck off is so fun

7:The video games

Video game quality has gone down hill. I’m not talking about highly detailed story based games, no. I’m talking about app games, free to play games, all that shit. It is now a click bait, league clone, or clash clone. And it’s BORING. It’s all ad based and trying to suck as much money from you as possible and it’s all so ugly in that ugly 3D art style.

8:intelligence

*insert the tweet about how if you say you like waffles people will just assume it means you hate pancakes* people today do not have common sense anymore.

9: sense of community

#coquette #grassfromthegardencore #corefromcore

Like yes, back then was also elitist, but not as bad and forced as it is now. So many people today are so focused on aesthetic labels instead of just focusing on what they just like. Like yes, labels are comforting, but to the point you’re desperately asking what aesthetic this is so you can then throw out and change your aesthetic to match it and then repeat over and over? Gross.

10: early web memes

Memes arnt long lasting today as it was back then. There aren’t even memes today. Just a tiktok video that was posted on Twitter. I hate it.

#ask #anon #fun ask #autism #90s #y2k

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lunarcovehq · 1 year

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L is for the way you lie to me O is for the other ones you see V is for vindictive, chew my heart and then you spit it E hurts even more, but who knows what I keep hoping for

PLOT DROP #1: PAINTED LOVE

Valentine’s Day is finally here and, in celebrations of the mirage being secure once more, all residents are expected to head on over to the Lunar Cove Rec Center for a day of love and cheer! There are a number of different activities being help throughout the day, but the most notable event is the “Painted Love” Indoor Paint Ball room. Everyone in attendance is expected to show up dressed in head to toe white where they can then select a balloon filled with paint of their choice and go to town painting the canvas lined walls and their fellow residents.

Each paint filled balloon holds a different color to signal one’s intention towards another. The colors being-

Red- Would like to pursue a relationship

Pink- Would like to casually go on a date

Purple- DTF

Yellow- Am interested

Blue- Would like to be friends

Green- Just here to flirt and have fun

Orange- Not Interested

Black- Are Enemies

In the spirit of Single’s Week, this is the perfect opportunity to learn where you stand.

REMINDERS

You all voted on the date and it’s official! We will be having a discord style-chatzy event where you can play out the Painted Love Party this Friday & Saturday 2/10-2/11.

We ask that this plot drop be played out first in the Discord channel rather than on the dash and we will be giving more instructions within the channel itself as the chatzy goes on given that we will be dropping some major plot drops within this discord style IC party (which will also be posted on the main).

That all being said, if you are unable to make either of the following two days when we will be having this Discord Channel event, don’t worry! The discord-style event is set up as a choose your own adventure where players can determine the direction of how the rest of the event will go. But, if you happen to miss the IC discord event, you can still react to anything that occurred during it and any plot drops posted on the main at a later date.

We will also be posting a Recap of all major plot points that go down during the Discord event on the main as well for those who may end up missing it.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we are going to be temporarily pausing acceptances so as to not have new players come in at the height of what will bound to be some chaos. But, are planning to resume acceptances on Monday, 1/20.

We know you may have some questions, so feel free to reach out in the discord chat and through the main and lastly we hope you have a lot of fun! We’re so excited for you guys to see what we have in store for you.

#lunarcoveevent #lunarcoveevent5

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blightts · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. soap/soapbox

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬. he/they

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. definitely discord! feel free to ask for it, im up for giving it out in most cases. tumblr IMs you can reach me through but i’ll likely be hella late because i don’t get notifications.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬). basil from omori, most of the ocs on this blog (hyacinthe, arlo, rue, and spectre especially), adelle and felix. they’re usually bouncing around in my head somewhere. whether or not i write something with them though… usually depends if i have ongoing threads already or if im able to do things on discord. i do also have mitsuru, kazuki, and taiyo, all pokemon muses, that i write exclusively on discord and are even more active than the above muses.

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞/𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬/𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?). i’ve been writing off and on since i was 8, so about 17 years? jfc it’s really been that long huh

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. neopets, iscribble, forums (proboards and such), deviantart, skype, of course tumblr, and more recently discord. i think i briefly used chatzy as well. might’ve missed something but i think that’s everything.

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. it’s hard to say, i definitely used to be more active but i’m a lot happier now. i have good friends and my mental health has significantly improved so i’m going to say my current one.

𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 / 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬. naturally the stuff that’s mentioned in my rules are dealbreakers but otherwise i cannot with pushy or clingy people. if you rapidfire ims at me and/or expect me to respond right away and act upset when i don’t it will earn you a block.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. i loooove both fluff and angst, but i actually lean more towards hurt-comfort so a healthy combo of the two. you will almost never see me writing smut unless you’re a close friend and we write it on discord. i’m hesitantly willing only in that case.

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. i’m quite happy with either, though i tend to prefer to send out memes. i’m not particularly good at plotting, but if you have ideas i’m all for hearing them out!

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. I tend to prefer short ones, they’re easier to match in length, but i’ve done and enjoyed plenty of longer replies as well. in the end, both are fun!

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. on tumblr, whenever i’m on my computer generally. i don’t enjoy doing so, but i’m not exactly comfortable making uncropped replies. i’m trying to push past the discomfort and do more on mobile, though. i’m usually busy over weekends— more likely saturday than sunday but some weeks both. it’s easier to say when i’m not available than when i am unfortunately. i’m much more active on discord, usually during early afternoon.

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬). depends on the muse! i have traits in common with most of them, a lot of headcanons are because of ways i was in the past especially. i tend to project mental health stuff onto the characters i write. it’s a good way to cope with it.

tagged by: @silenthcwl ! thanks for the tag!

tagging: @cardplays oooo you want to fill out the mun meme vale ooOoooOoo. also anyone else who wants to.

#ooc. bubbles #dash games.

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duelingdestiny · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

NAME: Tiffany, Tiffers, Tiff, Cheese, Destiny

PRONOUNS: they/them or she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: it’s weird but I think it’s the adhd. If I’m active on tumblr it’s easier there. If I’m not here I’m probably talking on discord so there?

NAME OF MUSE(S): Atem, Malice, Andbis (tumblr) Lance, Dean, Loki, Trevor, Aziraphael, Todoroki (discord)

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): fuck me I started hanging out on this hellsite in 2010. I am the lion turtle.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: For rp? Skype, Chatzy, Discord, AIM, Tumblr

BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting my Pride. The three people in this world who always have my back. Also marrying someone who should have been my enemy and sticking it to the man lmfao

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Gate keeping, callout posts, and general drama. I’ve had enough for a lifetime. I want to make friends, find old ones I miss and have a good time.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: ANGST. I will do fluids and smut, but I’m always here for the character development angst brings along.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I’m generally good with both. I barely plot because I tell Atem to do something and he does the exact opposite like the rebellious ho that he is.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Inhonrstly don’t know how to write less than a paragraph even on one liners. I’m so sorry. Atem is with overthinking or strategizing and it takes up space.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: mornings or days off. Most of the time I’m exhausted when I get home from work at eleven pm.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Me and Atem do have some things in common. We have a lot of the same liked and dislikes because I have adhd and its easier for me to remember.

Tagging: @industrialpegasus @dragontamer05 @game-weaver @mutilated-psyche @sweetcobaltblue @wxrld-xf-cxts @lightyourpyre

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itsawsten · 1 year

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Title;; private before show meet ups With;; awsten knight & nick robinson ( @notnickrobinson ) Where;; the morning in new mexico where black veil brides are doing pre-show rehearsals - 12/4/2022 Summary;; not okay with how things went in text, awsten left florida to go see nick in new mexico on tour with andy to talk things out Warnings;; none Note;; moved from tumblr to chatzy to finish quicker

RECAP FROM TUMBLR

awsten: he should have listened and gave space, but also he was a bit of a hot head, so awsten quick ran out of the airport managing to figure out where andy was rehearsing and racing over as fast as he possibly could to see the actor. his heterochromic eyes were slighting watery and he looked like he had just been through it. quickly pulling nick aside, holding his hand tightly, but not enough to hurt him. “nick, please.. i..” the musician stopped for a moment trying to catch his breath. from all the running he just didn. “fuck,” he muttered under his breathe before looking at the brunet again, “look.. i know you’re mad, you have the right, take time to forgive me.. but i’m also mad at me too.. okay? i should be in florida for a show tonight but came to see you quick, okay? i’m serious about you..” his voice trailed off, trying to find the right words. “please.. just.. hear me out at least..”

Nick: Seeing Awsten at Andy’s rehearsal, Nick was irritated just at the sight of him. Giving the singer a blank look as he stumbled over his words. “No, Awsten. I don’t want to see you anymore. Please leave.” he said staring at the singer. “I’m not mad, I’m hurt. I’m hurt that you did what you did. You hurt me how no one has ever hurt me before.” Nick said with a quiver in his voice, “I don’t think I can forgive you after that.” He said as he tried to walk past the red headed singer.

awsten: “no!” awsten announced quickly, pulling the actor further away while andy was distracted, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. “you’re hurt? what about me, nicholas? you asked in text and i told you to come ask me in person, you said you would.. what happened?” he asked simply, loosening his hold on nick’s hand, glancing down and just recalling all they’ve been through. “you hurt me too.. you asked so much when i said i wasn’t ready, but i kept you around thinking you’d get it that i liked you too, then when i waited two weeks and got nothing, i moved on.. a bit fast which is why i’m upset with myself but.. it doesn’t change how much i felt..” he let go of the other with a sigh. “though also.. my own fucking fears stopped me.. cause i was..” he choked up some, looking down to the ground, not wanting to be seen as weak. “i was falling in love.. which made when you didn’t come hurt more.. i don’t love easily.. so.. it meant a fuck ton.. like.. i could have married you in a few years easily and not looked back.. but yes.. i’m still an ass, but you’re not innocent either, nick.” sniffling some before looking back up at the taller man. “don’t forgive me never see me.. but.. yet, i forgive you for never coming.. and i forgive you if i miss the show tonight cause i had to see you again..”

Nick: Looking down at the ground, “You know why I didn’t come over that night?” he started, “Because when you didn’t answer me after tour at your place, I thought all I was to you was a quick fuck. When I wanted more or asked for more, you shrugged it off, it seems.” Nick said as the tears rolled down his face, still looking at the ground. “Leave Awsten, it’s not my fault if you miss your show tonight.” he said trying to walk away again. “I don’t want to see you again.” Nick finished, hoping that he made it clear to Awsten how hurt he was. “I won’t forgive you because you forgave me, no one hurt me like you did. I felt lead on, and I can’t forgive you for playing with my feelings like that.” Nick said as more tears rolled down his face.

NEW SHIT FROM CHATZY

awsten: looking at nick for a moment, his sadness quickly changing to anger as he hit the wall next to the actor hard enough to cause a hole. a few of his rings getting damaged, as well as his fingers they were pushed into. “FUCKING STOP, NICHOLAS JOHN ROBINSON!” he yelled for a moment before taking a deep breathe. “no.. it’s cause you’re fucking impatient, it’s because you can’t understand if i wasn’t fucking ready and i actually fucking liked you.. i damn near fell in fucking love with you. chances are, i’d have married you by like christmas, easily.. but you didn’t show up, don’t put that shit on me cause i wasn’t ready, don’t you fucking dare..” the red-haired musician’s heterochromic eyes started getting watery again as he started to walk away past the other before freezing for a moment. “oh trust me.. you’ll be haunted by me easily.. trying to make me feel worse and not owning your shit too, you won’t forgive because you’re not the guy i was into.. so clearly i dodged a fucking bullet..” the texan spoke with pain laced within his voice, sniffling some while walking away enough to see andy glancing at him curiously, a look of confusion present on the distance musician, before awsten turned back on his heel to nick. “..i dare you to date my friend and think you’ll escape me though.. you sadly won’t, it’s pointless.. i felt bad for moving on, but you never came..” the singer reminded again, slowly walking up and gently placed something in nick’s pocket. it was a small photo album of pictures of them from tour and name necklaces for them. “..merry early fuckin’ christmas.. i came here willing to miss cause i care, i still feel for you and being hurt is one thing.. but holding shit over my head will make it harder for both of us. i came so we could both move on and start fresh together, nick.. but whatever..” he sat down between the front and backstage areas with a sigh, finally allowing tears to fall. “..it hurt when you didn’t come.. i didn’t say yes when you asked and asked.. i felt so fucking shitty you did so.. i wanted you to come like i asked, i had something for you.. so how are you this hurt or feeling like a fuck.. if you never came to see..” wiping his eyes before closing them with another sigh, knowing more tears might come anyway. “..i had even asked your family how’d they’d feel if i dated and married their son.. i had everything ready for you.. but this is all my fault, huh?”

Nick: Looking at the photo album Awsten put in his pocket, "Why did you get these?" he said in a quivering voice sitting next to the singer. "Fine Awsten, you're right." he admitted as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry I didn't come over that night. I just thought that it'd be all glossed over again and I'd be hurt you didn't answer again." looking down at the album and necklaces, "I don't deserve these, take them. If you're not gonna take them both, just take a necklace." the actor said handing him one of them. "Awsten, I fell for you harder than I have anyone else before, and not coming was a hard decision. I didn't want to be hurt more than I already was." wiping his eyes, "Why did you do all of that? Why didn't you come over to ask me? It's a two way street. I'm not perfect, but you could've asked too." As the tears rolled down his face again, "I'm hurt because when I'd ask, you'd want to fuck and never even acknowleged that I asked you to be my boyfriend. I guess it's not completely your fault, some is mine I guess." Nick finished as he wiped the tears from his eyes once again.

awsten: looking up at nick, from where he sat on the ground, sniffling some before managing a slight yet weak little smile, "i wanted to keep our memories.. i cared more than i showed because.. not just not being ready and the newness of men but.. last guy i was with it lasted a summer and it was a bit hard, honestly and.. i knew if anything like that happened with us.. it'd be a lot worse on me and.. maybe you too," he spoke before seeing the actor sitting next to him, gently placing his head on the other's shoulder. moving his hand some to gently take the other's hand within his own, holding it tightly and firmly. "i think.. we both hurt ourselves and couldn't face it but.. maybe not even we were ready for us so maybe.. it's better this way," he spoke, the singer looking briefly towards andy, who was smiling laughing and playing with his band mates. surely he'd be better for nick before looking back to the actor the best he could with his head still on the taller man's shoulder, glancing down at what he gave him, before grabbing the necklaces from him, gently untangling the chains to give nick one that said 'awsten' and keeping the one that said 'nick'. "keep that one and the photo album.. we might not be a couple.. but our connection and story isn't over.. just changed.. for the better, i believe." for a moment, awsten sat silently listening before giving a slow nod, sniffling again and trying not to try yet again not to cry. he hated seeming weak in front of anyone. "i never meant to hurt you.. but that's why i said i forgive you.. you hurt me too and out of probably your own pain.. i deserved it and i came hoping.. we could move past it together with new people.." the red haired male picked his head up from the other, looking at him with hurt in his heterochromic eyes before gently moving in to kiss the younger man's cheek. "i should have but.. it wasn't just fucking to me, it was.. more. everything was. i didn't want to be your boyfriend.. it's why i did more and if you came.. i was going to ask but.. you'll always have my heart nick.. even if we're going to be with others now." taking his hand back finally glancing at the necklace in his hand. "if you're still done with me.. i get it, but i will always love you in some way.. in fact.. if we're single in the next like.. five years, let's say fuck it and elope in vegas."

Nick: Gripping Awstens hand in his, "I guess it's better like this for now." looking down at the necklace that had the singers name engraved on it. Nick now knew that the relationship between them had completely changed. "I guess we're not ready for us, as much as we both wanted it." He put the necklace on, "I'll always wear this, and I'll keep the photo album somewhere safe so I don't lose it." Looking over at the singer, "Once Andy is done with tour, would you and Miley like to go on a double date? My treat, as an 'I'm sorry' for this." Looking over at Andy with his eyes red from crying. "Awsten, you should go. You have a show to do soon. We can catch up after, alright?" Nick said kissing the singer on the cheek and grabbing his hand.

awsten: despite saying he'd miss his show tonight, he didn't want to, so the red haired musician fixed his hair as best he could, adjusted his slightly damaged rings before taking the necklace with the actor's name on it and placing it on his keys with a soft smile on his lips, gently placing his hand on nick's cheek as he looked into the others soft brown eyes all red and puffy from crying but still bringing a sense of joy and pride to the singer. "hey.. we'll be okay.. especially if andy invited you out.. i mean.. he's already better for you than i was," he laughed some before gently standing up with the actor, hand in hand. "okay.. just know.. no matter what happens i want you by my side. award shows, marriage, events, anything.. you're my right hand man.. my soulmate," awsten said gently walking out from backstage to where the band was, letting nick go back to where he was when the waterparks frontman first saw him. "we can double date whenever you two are ready.. maybe next month sometime.. i'll see you soon, alright?" a soft weak smile came to him again before glancing briefly to andy again. "have fun with your new better guy.. i'll try not to make a fool out of my self with miley.. clearly i'm good at fucking up in relationships.." he chuckled again. "i almost proposed to you on a high and now.. i'm thinking to tell her i love her.. i'm lovesick and a bit insane," he muttered, fidgeting with his rings.

Nick: Happy that Awsten came and talked to him, Nick looked at the singer, "I know... I'm sorry I didn't come over that night." He said looking into the singers eyes, "I wouldn't say he's better, but I really like him." He stood up with the singer, "Alright, I can do that for you. Just give me a call and I'll be there as soon as I can." the actor said with a smile. Nick looked at the singer, eyes still red and puffy, "In 5 years? Vegas and eloping, if all else fails us." the actor said with a smile. "I think I can talk Andy into doing a double date. It won't take much." Watching the red head leave the stage area, "I'll see you sooner than you'll expect, bud. But don't say that, you're perfectly amazing in your own right, Awsten. You didn't fuck it up, I did because I should've come over. But that's behind us, right?" Nick asked with a smile. "Do you really love her though, Awsten? If you do, say it, but otherwise, don't. I care about you almost more than anything, and I don't want to see you hurt again." the brown haired actor said as he hugged Awsten goodbye. "Break a leg tonight, I know you'll need it." starting to cry again at the thought of him leaving.

awsten: folding his arms over his chest glancing down for a moment to think over everything said and that had happened between the two. "maybe.. it's possible we weren't ready. i mean.. you seem better with andy and.. who knows if we'd be happy together right now if we rushed into all of that.." he admitted before smiling softly to himself. the thought of miley really did make him smile and his heart race some. "i mean.. it's nice to have a back up but.. let's hope it doesn't come to that.. we moved to fast, felt too fast and this feels right. i think i was on that high with you, we didn't fully know each other to be completely happy together.. with miley.. i know her and i'm really crazy about her.. so just promise you'll get to know andy before getting too serious, alright?" awsten asked with a slight chuckle, looking to the actor before letting out a sigh, glancing down at his boots. "honestly.. i really do love her. we connect well and i'd be lost with out her.. i'm planning to tell her.." the musician hugged his friend back, kissing his cheek again before going to leave so he could make his show that night.

#chatzy para; private before show meet up ft. nick robinson #para; private before shows meet up ft. nick robinson

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huntershowl · 2 years

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☢ 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

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NAME : raine

PRONOUNS : she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord is my #1 preference, but i’m okay with IMs to start because it’s easiest. eventually, i prefer to scoot over to disco if my partner is comfortable with that.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : persephone aisa / hellhound, the hunter. my other (inactive) blog is @cewyll – elizabeth from bioshock infinite.

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : i’m 24, and i’ve been roleplaying in some form or another since i gained enough cognizance to speak, read, and walk. so it’s been a lifelong hobby! i love it. i’m never gonna stop.

BEST EXPERIENCE : god there are so many. SO MANY. i think it’s pretty easy to say that my best like #1 S tier experience on this blog has been plotting slowburn ships with, getting to know, and eventually fully befriending my oldest partners @alreadybrcken and @tewwor. however, there are others, and i’m feeling talky. there was a point years and years ago when i was more active on @cewyll where the dragon age rpc just Absorbed elizabeth into their ranks. the bioshock infinite fandom was dead in the ground, and i’d just finished inquisition, so somehow she just sort of Became a known member of the da community. it was really cute. shoutout to @aithreachas for being a big part of this! harley used to host these really nice little chatzy nights set in the inquisiton’s tavern. it was fast-paced, but casual, and lots of little conversations happened in different areas at the same time! it really felt authentic to a bustling bar, and i remember them fondly. maybe through nostalgia goggles bc darp was also toxic af, but honestly... i miss those days even so. also harley, i’m so happy to have connected with you again after all this time <3 WHICH BRINGS ME TO ANOTHER THING I LOVE. finding old partners who vanished/drifted away and catching up again. is one of . my FAVORITE THINGS in the world. even if they disappear again, which is usually what happens, it’s always so nice to know that they’re doing okay!

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : this is gonna be long :’| i’m so sorry, i’m in a grumpy mood today. pls feel free to skim or skip if you’re not in the mood for complaining/negativity. first, it fruuuuustrates me to no end when muses disrespect hellhound’s notoriety, assume she’s just a normal person from the outset, or assume she’s a good person without having any sort of conflict or struggle about it. the themes i’m trying to explore with her story are purposeful misconceptions, villainization, dehumanization, revenge and violence –– she is not(!!!) supposed to seem like she has a heart of gold underneath it all. HELLHOUND IS A SERIAL KILLER. it’s one thing for other muses that have seen a lot of violence not to flinch at her, but it’s another thing to metagame and have every character i interact with be the one person who doesn’t believe the rumors. that’s the main reason i don’t have any deeper lore in my carrd; i feel like it would just make this common problem worse second main thing i can think of: it is really frustrating when someone follows or follows back and then just never makes an attempt to reach out or interact? honestly even liking my ooc posts would be appreciated! i’ve always found that to be a really good way of shyly telegraphing ‘i see you, i like having you around.’ there are some people on my dash who like my ooc posts and whose posts i drop likes on in return, but we’ve never actually interacted, and i’m totally okay with it because we’ve still got a cute lil silent rapport out of character. like i support ur muse, u support my muse, and sometimes that’s enough. i see u. i care u.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : i’m not really a fluff person tbh! it has its place as a break from a lot of heavy stuff, but it has to be smartly used and i tend to lose interest when there’s too much of it. smut is also something i do sparingly, just bc it gets a liiittle boring? but i’m a huge fan of going hard on the sexual tension, and foreplay is always fun to write. which leaves angst as the gold trophy winner :’) i truly, truly never get tired of it.

PLOTS OR MEMES : BOTH. i’m a HUGE fan of plotting and worldbuilding, but i’m equally fond of letting things develop solely through meme threads. one of the Core development/bonding story beats with @tewwor‘s litho was a meme thread!!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : both are lovely! usually if we start a thread short, my replies will get longer and longer, but i love rp of any length. in fact, short replies help me train my game writing muscles, because often in narrative design you have to learn how to really cut and shorten what you want to say.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : 100% the morning. like between 9 am and 1 pm EST, those are my golden hours of motivation. whether it’s writing rp, or writing my own thing, or drawing, or working out, that’s like my Window for getting things done. motivation slowly dwindles after that and i lose all of my brain juice after like 4.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : (hi hello, pausing for a CW: abuse mentions in this paragraph!) i’m about as much seph’s opposite as you can get. i’m a people pleaser, i don’t have a lot of inner anger. i get bouts of grumpy irritation, hence the complaining above, but not like... deep anger. i don’t really get that pissed off at people. i don’t hate people. (or if i do, it’s so deeply buried that i don’t know how to access it) and i’m not violent or even remotely as traumatized as her. that being said, we both have suffered abuse, which is one of the reasons i’m so fascinated with unraveling her over and over again. seph is like... a really, really extreme example of someone who took a different path than i did in response to a specific type of trauma. in fact, most of my small circle of longest lasting/main muses have been through it and responded or developed in different ways. also i know how to fight! boxing (formerly also kickboxing and muay thai, but my new club doesn’t offer those rip) is one of my main hobbies.

tagged by: stolen from @dyuuku tagging: take it and tag me so i can read!

#>> OUT.#>> DASH GAMES.#abuse mention cw

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

— 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

(𝐏𝐄𝐍)𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: lucifer. i also answer to lu and "OH GOD WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" and The King of Angst. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he / him. 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: pisces. 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 / 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍: single as can be and ready to mingle for free. ( you just have to accept that cas will be part of my life. it's like the whole 'if you love me then you have to love x too'. )

— 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

𝐢. i’ve been writing since i could hold a pencil and knew how to string words together; basically ... oh, since the first grade? yeah. i've got over 30 years of writing to my name. i hope it shows, lmfao.

𝐢𝐢. i genuinely struggled with writing aizen how i wanted for a very long time. i tried out many different headcanons and ways of depicting him and was never satisfied until only the last couple years. i very nearly gave up on writing him, actually, and if it hadn't been for cas and his helping me yell and scream about aizen on a regular basis, i don't know if i would have gotten here. but man oh man, i'm so damn happy of how far i've come with him. he's mine. kubo signed the adoption papers over to me.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. i'm always going to write villains, i think. i take great pride in giving villains a very humanizing quality while maintaining how dangerous and terrible they are. am i an apologist? yeah, sometimes. but i also very much recognize that they're villains and i'm not going to take that from the characters that i write. i want you to empathize with my muses, to sympathize with them, to make you hug them --- and i want you to be ready to kill them if it comes down to it too.

— 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

oh man, when it comes to roleplay, my experience is pretty damn varied, lmfao. i've tried out everything that could be named as a roleplay venue. i do remember i started off writing ( very fucking cringe ) fic and editing fics that i had loved when i was much much much younger and then i found roleplay forums when i was, oh ... 13 or 14. but that wasn't all i tried. i did forums, i've done chatroom roleplays, i even had an actual pen and paper roleplay notebook i traded back and forth with a friend in high school. AOL, Chatzy, YIM --- i did plenty of chatrooms. and there's roleplay sites besides tumblr that i've been on.

i actually got pulled to tumblr by someone on a now fairly dead ( apart from a hardcore crowd of lingering patrons ) chat roleplay site and while i have no idea of where that friend's gone off to, they got me into tumblr at around, oh ... late 2010, if i remember the date correctly. i stopped using tumblr for a month or two, then i came back to it and i've been well ensconsced in tumblr since then. i've been on another roleplay site since 2009 and as such, my experience with roleplay is pretty extensive. i even tried roleplay on MySpace and Facebook and even Twitter of all places. yeah. i also roleplay through google docs and on Discord so there's plenty for me to say i'm familiar with.

so i definitely have plenty of experience when it comes to writing. lmfao.

— 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

V I L L A I N S.

yes, my muses have always always always been villains. i actually started writing canon muses via sephiroth over ten years ago ( i've been writing sephiroth nearly 15 years, actuall ) and from there the road has led me to acquiring villains left and right. i genuinely don't tend to write protagonists very often, or if i do? they're usually very morally gray.

i think the most 'good' characters that i write are orihime, haruno sakura ( though my muse for her is super dusty. i miss writing sakura. she was always ready to put naruto and sasuke into headlocks to smack their skulls together to hear the sound of solid bone meeting solid bone. ), and my warrior of light. and my wol is kind of -- becoming more morally gray herself, given ALL of fucking 6.0 and what happened in there ( venat, turn on your location, I JUST WANT TO TALK. ) and what she found out. legit, xel is feral and she deserves to be feral, especially given that she really wants to bite her love interest whether or not he's dead. she'll do it. trust me, she'll do it.

villains just make my brain vibe far more than not, truthfully. making people see my muses as people is my jam. i think the best damn compliment i can receive ( and i've gotten it more than once in my time ) is being told that i've made someone rethink their stance on a character and they like him because of me. because tbh most of my muse stable is villainous men. so yeah. i'm definitely always likely to be writing awful terrible men and i thrill in writing those awful terrible men and making people cry over them.

— 𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅: fluff isn't something i write in public too often with aizen but god yes. i can't do angst all the time but i fucking love fluff so much.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓: OF COURSE??? i'm wildly fond of smut. smut is glorious. it's about the intimacy and the trust and the horny brain.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓: i collect tears of those i hurt with the angst i write and i drink them. :) that should tell you all that you need to know.

— 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐯𝐬. 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

i'm good with either, honestly! i don't mind sketching in some skeleton of a plot, maybe feeding it an anemic bit of substance to figure out the direction, and taking off from there. but i've alsy had very compelling storylines come out of sending in memes or being sent a meme so they're both very good options. i'm happy with a pre-brainstormed plot or a random thing which comes out of a meme. they're both very good in my opinion, i think. why bother limiting myself in any fashion, i say.

tagged by: i stole it because i am a goblin who loves shiny things. tagging: steal it from me, i dare you to.

#dash games #i stole it and i'm just gonna slap this down onto the dash now

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