#jocelyn wellson

[jocelyn-wellson]

NEW YEAR’S EVE (34 ADP)

The couple sat on the steps to the cathedral, watching as an elaborate fireworks display fired overhead. Melody leaned into Joci’s shoulder, nuzzled her neck, and whispered. Joci blushed. She pat her inamorata’s thigh, eyes never leaving the skyline. It’d been a tough holiday season for her, spent between a trip to her brother’s Estate, a jaunt to Ironforge, and hours upon hours in the Stormwind Cemetery. Thankfully, her brother had stayed buried. Her mind played over the spat and — what she had thought to be — productive conversation with the Director. She’d hoped it’d make a difference, even —

“Where are you, Joci?” asked Melody, concerned.

Joci took a deep breath. “Jus’ finkin’...”

“Is this about that goblin in Ironforge? The one who asked if you wanted to taste his smoked meat log?” Melody chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. It garnered a lop-sided smirk. Better than nothing, she thought.

“Ain’ nevah bin wit’ a goblin. Too ‘spensive for ‘em.”

Melody laughed. She believed her about the first part, though had no idea about the second. “What’s going on?”

She shook her head. “Nah. I donnae wanna ruin th’ night.” She felt Melody squeeze her hand. “‘sides, tha’ meat log be th’ funniest thing I hear’ in awhile.” She, too, started to laugh — tentatively. After a moment, fireworks blasting in the sky, she turned to Melody. “Ya know why I brough’ ya ‘ere? Ta this spot, this stair?”

“Hmm...” Melody met her gaze. “Holy ground to escape the meat log and still see the fireworks?” She winked.

Joci chuckled. It was faint, but there. “Nah. Elunara tol’ me a story ‘bou’ me bruv. ‘Bou’ ‘ow ‘e an’ tha’ ... tha’ woman, th’ one ‘e loved ... ‘ow they sat ‘ere. Somethin’ ‘bou’ him goin’ on an’ on, tha’ ‘e was sure she was th’ one fer ‘im, col’ ‘earted bitch.” She shook her head, eyes returning to the sky. “Somethin’ ‘bou’ ‘is bes’ frien’ ... an’ ‘ow she died no’ e’en a week latah, killt savin’ th’ group they was in... an’ ‘im. ‘ow devasta’ed ‘e was, an’ ‘ow ‘e blamed hisself. Ne’er was righ’ aftah tha’, she tol’ me. Start’d down a dark path.”

Melody squeezed Joci’s hand tighter. “So you’re trying to experience what he experienced? Connect like that?”

She sighed. “No, no’ so much.” Her hand began to sweat in Melody’s. She was nervous. The booming didn’t help. “I go’ ta finkin’ ‘bou’ ‘ow I need ta live me own life now. Et’s mine. I paid fer et wit’ blood an’ body an’ soul. I earnt me freedom, an’ I donnae evah wanna lose et again. I’d rathah die.”

“Joci...”

The crowd, thinner than years prior, spaced into tiny clumps of friends and family, began to count from fifteen.

“I’d do anythin’ fer th’ Director. I’d take a bullet fer her, poison, blade, wha’evah. Same goes fer all th’ ladies in th’ Unit — well mebbe no’ Fishke — tho’ ‘specially Director Hawke or Quinn or Nikki or Myz... each o’ ‘em ‘elpt me in some way.” She bit her lip. “An’ tha’s no’ e’en coun’in’ frien’s who be me family now — Zeehva an’ Missus Stanley.”

The bell tolled midnight.

“And me?” asked Melody.

“I’d pu’ me own life intah th’ Nethah, th’ shat’ered sky, anythin’ fer ya ta live on, yea?”

Melody turned Joci’s face toward her, locking eyes. “I’d do the same for you — you know that, right?”

“Mel—”

“Right?” she repeated, more assertive — a skill she’d gained from Elunara during her stay in House Au’llon’s Elwynn manor. She clutched at the locket round her neck matching Joci’s charm bracelet. “You’re too important. You ... you have too much to do. I know it. Your Director knows it. You should know it, too.”

“Bu’—”

“This is non-negotiable...” she said, before changing the wording slightly: “No compromises.”

Joci set her jaw. “Fine,” she said. “Tho’ I donnae wot I got’a do.”

Melody shrugged. She leaned in. She could feel Joci’s breath on her lips, anticipate the taste of the champagne they’d been drinking. “That’s ok,” she said. She could smell the perfume and the leather, the cedar from the chest she had bought her as a Winter Veil gift, the soap and the cleanliness. Her heart beat faster. “Just go with it.”

( the living: @kat-hawke @quinn-varden @nikkithorpe @myzariel @zeehva // the dead: @brian-wellson @justinegrotius )

#jocelyn wellson #unit 8 #story #wra rp #wyrmrest accord #wyrmrest rp #legacy #something good #| storming scourge |

[brian-wellson]

Will your muse be happy about were they end up in the Shadowlands or will it be unexpected?

Hey there! I never check this account anymore, so I apologize for the wait. To answer your question, I was thinking about this last night — where Wellson would end up. He had been instrumental in recovering Eluna en’Shard — the sheathe of what would become Duredrassil — as had everyone else on that mission. Every person at the final RP session for that short campaign was both whispered to — and branded in some fashion, i.e.: blessed — by Elune. This leads to an interesting RP question: what happen to those who decided in a group setting that they all experienced the same thing, and that same thing may influence their outcome in death.

I’ll repost this to my main blog, of course. It’s much more at home there!

Thanks, fam!

( @penvenomstarkstar )

#ooc #wra rp #jocelyn wellson #Brian Wellson #penvenomstarkstar

[maxparkhurst]

💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?

Well. First off. You <3 

If I’m being honest, I’m not a big fan of these kind of questions. There are so many people in the RP community who I look up to and I’m torn between making a massive shout-out post or highlighting those who’ve made a recent impact. I never want anyone to feel left out. Everyone who has taken the time to interact with me, or whose writing has crossed my dash, has impacted me and my writing. I admire creators, plain and simple. But on that note, I also want to acknowledge and fully embrace those who’ve made the biggest impact. So...I guess I’ll do both. 

Disclaimer: If you happen to not be tagged in this, know that it’s not because I don’t think you’re dope. Because you are <3 I’m just a derp who has a hard time keeping names straight in my head. So, forgive me. 

<clears throat> To all the following writers, bloggers, creators: You are phenomenal. Seeing your work cross my dash has been the highlight of my year. The talent I’m exposed to is phenomenal and sometimes a bit intimidating. I often find myself with imposter’s syndrome as I sit with all these lovely creators and...Well. Create. So, if ever doubt about your work crosses your mind know that you’ve got an eager fan waiting on the edge of their seat. Big hugs and creative blessings to: @asharinhun @zeehva @renardsnoir @ranekvilmas @arcane-artisan @arcanist-starweaver @lightsong-legacy @dardillien-ward @jocelyn-wellson @melorica @saidelia-draconis @wandering-mesa @octaevia-reeves @unabashedrebel @annaliseharlowe @safrona-shadowsun @risrielthron @newsnerd-ooc @foxglovethings @abighail-stalsworth @ameliarabon @thalsianiii @kyuusei-shadowleaf @mozelledeliond @quai-mason @enigmatic-elegance @alexandria-morrowgrove @alexandriawilliams @merelliahallewell @inkedwolf-compendium @dawncloudrising @ronqueesha @catisawells @darkestfable @lexoncross @taricdarkmorn @twosidedsana @sanasunbringer @fio-renze @bluexepher @blue-eyedraven @alyssa-ward @YOU! CAUSE YOU’RE READING THIS AND I LOVE YOU! 

KEEPING BEING AWESOME, MY DUDES! 

I’ve got another one of these lurking around in my ask box, so I’ll take the time to praise some individuals there <3 Love you all to bits and thanks for the ask!

[raen-art]

Commission for @jocelyn-wellson :)

#digital art #character art #art commissions #Art Commissions Open #digital portrait #rp character #rp art #worldofwarcraft

[zeehva]

Finally, a Familiar Face..

Mrs. Stanley was safe, but despite Ikhaaras best efforts, Zeehva had to return to Stormwind in search for her friends. She needed to know they were okay. Wearing the best adventuring gear she had for protection, she was darting through the city with as much stealth as possible. Though she wasn’t quite prepared for finally finding a familiar face. It was Saidelia, standing in the street with her shield and sword, looking like the heroes the Stormwind Guard often depicted on their recruitment signs. Zeehva felt relief just wash over her, more than looking like a hero, Saidelia was alive. One of her friends was alive and well. 

Silently, she thanked the gods before she was torn from that almost peaceful moment by the piercing scream of a woman, “GHOUL!” Just as Zeehva was about to turn and look for said Ghoul, the woman came flying by her, her hands pushing Zeehva to the side and nearly knocking her to the ground. Time to look was lost at that point, Zeehva scrambled to her feet and did as the stranger did; ran towards Saidelia who was quick to put up her shield. “Get behind me!” She yelled at them before banging metal against metal to get the Ghouls attention. His hungry, soulless gaze locking onto the paladin and running for her until his body collided with a spectral hammer that burned away what flesh still hung from his bones. Forcing him to crumble to the ground as the light ate away at his undeath.

The woman didn’t stop for long, once she saw the ghoul was down, she was off running again. “Hey! Come back!” Saidelia tried to stop her, but to no avail. The woman clearly had her own plans for safety. Zeehva tried to calm herself back down. Offering her thanks to Saidelia for helping her and wishing her the best before taking her leave after a gentle hug. Saidelia had more undead to cut down and Zeehva had more doors to knock on, and so that is what they did. Zeehva watched with slight envy as Saidelia joined some crusaders in cutting down a mob of undead that made it past the front lines. She wished she could be of more help, but she would have to be okay with doing what she could for the moment, and that was checking on people and trying to get them out of the city.

Zeehva had already knocked upon the Parkhursts door, there was no answer, but it looked relatively untouched thankfully. She assumed they either evacuated or were locking themselves inside and not answering for anyone. Leaving a small bag with water and rations at their door, she continued to the next place. Sams apartment. The building was closer to the Stormwind Gates, and thus a lot more undead bodies littered the streets and the building itself looked as though a tornado had torn through it. She took notice of the door to Sam's apartment, some scratch marks, likely from ghouls ruined the wood. Knocking on the door, she tried to listen for any noise coming from the apartment. But it was silent. Not even the sound of a cat. Sam was okay, she told herself. She had to be. Zeehva kept that glimmer of hope alive. Assuming she had evacuated still didn’t stop her from leaving the bag of water and rations at the door, just in case.

Jocelyn worked for the SI:7 so Zeehva assumed she was long gone from the city already. And despite wanting to try, she knew Melorica was too far into Elwynn for her to get to safely. Gods only knew where Mesa was, but she would stay and she would look through the city again today before going back to check on Mrs. Stanley at their small little makeshift safehouse. She couldn’t give up hope on her friends and if they needed her help she wanted to be there for them.

- @saidelia-draconis Thank you again for the wonderful RP! 

- Small mentions of: @samantha-bradford @theparkhurstalchemists @melorica @wandering-mesa @jocelyn-wellson @seskel-darkmoore

#IC #RP #|The Start of Chaos| #Shadowlands #WRA #Wyrmrest Accord #Alliance

[brassikarts]

Commission!

For the lovely @jocelyn-wellson, of @joci-w​ and the indomitable @zeehva​!

#i'm sketchy #commission #my art #WoW

[thalsianiii]

Words From A Dead Friend

It was the middle of the afternoon when a light knocking met Percival’s front door. That alone sent a furrow to the warlocks eyebrows. Nobody visited him. Maybe one of the neighborly dwarves on occasion but one could tell the difference between a dwarf at the front door and literally anyone else.

Given the circumstances of the world, Percival was hesitant to answer. Cypris was in the bedroom resting after their recent excursion south. Felfire dripped from his finger tips in anticipation of a ghoul or necromancer to be standing at the front door.

He swung it open wide and held a hand aloft, expecting some immediate aggressor to greet him. Instead, it was an elven woman in well to do garb holding a large paper envelope. Her flanks had two solder types with swords drawn and ready.

“Doctor Thalsian, I presume?” she said with relative calm demeanor. Whoever she was, it was clear she knew more about him than the average woman. She must have to stare him down with such confidence. That, or she knew absolutely nothing.

“hm,” was his only response, waiting for her to speak more.

“I’m Lady Elunara of House Au’llon. I believe we had a mutual friend, the late Doctor Brian Wellson,” she introduced. Her eyes and head gestured towards the large portrait of the aforementioned man that hung above the mantle in Percival’s home.

That alone was enough to lower Percival’s toxic palms and at least soften his look.

“No one has called me Doctor in years. What business do you have with me?” he asked.

“Hopefully, very little,” she answered, extending the folder for Percival to take.

“You were of a similar education to Doctor Wellson and, as he told it, a friend. Enclosed are some of his final written words from his Codex. The pages are encrypted and difficult for us to decipher. As much as I’d rather not reach out to someone of your... particular vocation, you are uniquely qualified to make use of them. Given the state of the world, they may prove a better use in your hands.”

Percival accepted the envelope with little question. Between her house name and her rather intricate knowledge of his relationship with Brian it seemed safe enough.

“What do you want in exchange?” Percival asked, ever critical of anything given for free.

“Nothing than the hope that if there is something of value in there to the world, that you might use it well. And, should anyone reach out asking for help regarding Doctor Wellson’s codex, you’ll at least be as agreeable with them as you have been with me.”

With that, she offered a polite curtsey and bid Percival farewell before turning on her heel and quickly departing with her guard. It was clear she meant what she said about not wanting to spend any more time there than necessary.

“The last words of an old friend?” Percival spoke to himself as he shut the door tight and moved towards the den. His gaze moved upwards to the portrait of his late friend. “What did you have on your mind in the end Brian... I wonder...”

(( @cypris-thalsian @jocelyn-wellson ))

#RP #Gift Plot #Plot

[serelia-evensong]

22. If you could recommend at least five blogs to your followers, who would they be?

Tempting to sidestep this one, there are so many people I want to recommend, and it’s hard to pick five without potentially hurting feelings.  I’m not going to though, let me pick five blogs who I think have currently very strong output, who have frequent and high quality content that I think is worth you looking at!

If you are not on this list, please don’t take offence.  I very likely adore you, and many things about you, but I am trying to focus this on blogs I think everyone can take something from. @vaard - Vaard is a great character in general, but the artwork of Vaard and his daughter Rue is what brings me back to this blog time after time.  There is a warmth and love in the art of this blog that always makes me smile whenever it appears.  It is a blog to follow if you want the simple joys of family, of the struggle of a single father, and very very cute art of a draenei child exploring her world.

@jocelyn-wellson - An Agent of Unit 8, Jocelyn writes with a regularity that I feel like very few blogs can keep up with, and all of it at a very high quality.  This character explores their history, their present, winds them both together.  You get a glimpse into both their work and personal life, their growing friendships, and their struggles with their career.  Jocelyn is a fairly new character, but one I really enjoy seeing.

@nixalegos - There are a lot of Warlock writers I love and would like to talk about.  I think all of us know most of them, but I want to recommend Nixalegos because of their semi weekly ‘warlock wednesdays’.  For the sheer volume of Warlock inspiration art they reblog and bring to the forefront, and for their frequent visible long form tumblr RPs that are fun to read.

@enigmatic-elegance - The leader of Coldwall Collective and a good picture of the kind of temperament makes for a strong guild leader.  Masnira regularly posts insightful and nuanced takes on the roleplaying community, OOC and IC behaviour, and player conduct.  Agree with them or not, I find all of their writing to be considered and worth reading.

@risrielthron - While not at the same activity level as before, Risri is a must follow if you want a mix of art inspiration, story telling, and general knowledge about the WrA roleplay community.  With a habit of documenting player run events, posting lots of character inspiration, and an active engagement with asks and interactions, it’s a blog you simply can’t go wrong with.  You’ll never see something come across your dash from Risri that you’re disappointed to see.

And there’s my messy answer.

[ Thanks @caedun ]

[jocelyn-wellson]

The day was splendid — fall foliage spilling to the ground, casting the sun through burnt tones and sanguineous hues. The wind was gentle; the air, still a touch warm; the rooks calling to each other. This was the month of the feast, after all. Still. The birds were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of gore splashed across algae-laced cobblestones. Some of the older corvids above the Stockades remembered the same display dated a long time before. And, as crows and ravens, rooks and magpies are wont to do, stories were told. The younger ones thought it was nonsense — too many bodies to eat? — while the elder corvidae bobbed their heads, cawing from time-to-time to interrupt a misrepresentation or lie. Those same elders kept the flocks together, stripping still screaming corpses to their very bones in a matter of seconds.

Joci took a deep breath as she walked into the cemetery. She could see those Argent people out in force, some people in all red. There were mourners, clergy people, soldiers, medics. She drew closer to her brother’s grave. The honour guard who had been there during the burial was keeping vigil, just in case. She got even closer. Lady Elunara of House Au’llon, the elf woman to whom Wellson had left the Estate, was there, too.

“Miss Jocelyn,” she said upon the addressee’s approach. She was wearing a dark black mourning dress and matching veil.

“Lady... uh...”

“Elunara.”

“Righ’...”

“How are you?”

Jocelyn was a little taken aback. She was the one who should have been asking that question. “In one piece, hey.” She pointed toward the gravesite. “Goo’ ‘ere?”

“No disturbances,” said Elunara. She picked up a leather pack from the ground. “This was his,” she said, reaching into it. She produced a well-used & big, black leather book. “He called it the Codex.”

“Wot?”

Elunara studied her guest’s face. “He was a teacher, a professor. A specialist in the Scourge war. Pass this along to someone who can use it if you cannot.”

“Aye...” responded Joci. She took the book and opened it, running her fingers along her brother’s writing. She recognized several names, but: “...I donnae half these wor’s.”

“If there’s no one at SI:7 who can help, I have someone to whom I’d recommend you speak.”

“Why don’ ya jus’..?”

“Once you hear his name, you’ll wish you hadn’t,” said Elunara. She gripped an engraved dagger. It had a symbol of Elune on it. “See if you can find someone else to read it,” she said, inching toward Wellson’s headstone. She placed her hand on it and said a short prayer. Her other hand let go of the dagger. “But if you can’t... I can help, ok?”

Joci nodded. She gestured toward the headstone. “‘as ‘e...?”

“No. We’re keeping watch just in case.”

“If he does?” she asked.

“Where are you staying?”

“An ol’ wine cellah,” said Joci. “Use’ ta be a frien’ o’ ‘is.”

Elunara’s eyes widened but she didn’t say a word else-wise. “Henry knows where you are, then.” She watched Joci tuck the book back in its oilcloth wrapping. “That book could be a lifesaver. Got it?”

Joci nodded.

“You’re the last Wellson. You call on us, and the entire House of Au’llon will rally. Do you understand?”

“Aye...” Joci was taken aback at the gravity of the exchange. She turned on her heel. “An’ if’fn I kin help, please lemme know.”

“You always have a place. It’s your Estate, too, as far as we’re concerned.”

Jocelyn dipped her head. “Ya be takin’ care now.” She left before she could hear a response.

( referenced/relevant: @kat-hawke @nikkithorpe @thalsianiii // @brian-wellson ))

#jocelyn wellson #wra rp #unit 8 #story #wyrmrest accord #wyrmrest rp #legacy #something good #| storming scourge |

[brian-wellson]

The set-up was simple enough: Wellson’s body lie in repose amidst the archæological samples he had collected over the years. The perimeter was tight. The Au’llonian Guard had one member at each corner of the coffin, seven paces away. Each was armed with a ceremonial halberd, gleaming gold blades attached to wooden staves, each bearing a jade inscription of past leaders. In addition to the halberd, each member of the guard carried a polished, silver arquebus and poniard, and were clad in the finest polished armour at their avail. The Captain of the Guard even bore a leather shoulder strap crafted by Wellson himself. By Henry’s request, Venifica’s greatstaff had remained under lock and key in Boralus.

The Guard was on alert. Despite the fact there had been no threats of disruption, no murmurs of sedition, it was their duty. Indeed, ever since Elunara had implemented policies such as paid parental leave; clerical healthcare, the providers of which were housed and fed by the House; and finally realizing the free schooling in Northshire proposed by Wellson ages prior, and ever since Henry had instituted a criminal reform program, absorbing Elwynnian bandits and highwaymen into their fold — just as Wellson had done for him — the Estates of House Au’llon were thriving, both in Boralus, and in Elwynn. Trade between the pair only tied them tighter together. A mage had even conjured a stable, permanent portal. Things were going well.

In a dark corner, Jocelyn watched as the mourners passed. She picked at her nails; they had been picked raw in the days following her brother’s suicide. “The fuck is all this ... uh ... Lord Rollins?”

Lord Henry Rollins, the co-inheritor of Wellson’s estates, glanced toward her. He appraised the woman: fading bruises on the knuckles, throat, cheekbone; walk with the slightest of limps; grimy hair begging for a washing. He saw a great deal of the person he had once been in her.

“This place, these people — this is who your brother was,” he said, quietly. Lord Rollins adjusted his cuffs.

“A stiff?” teased Jocelyn, something she instantly regretted.

Henry appeared incensed, yet he said nothing — she was the former Lord’s blood, after all. Respect was deserved, as much as he might have hated it. Jocelyn scoffed. “Lord Well—”

“Lord Wellson,” snapped Henry; he looked down the hallway, where another twenty mourners had gathered; he lowered his voice, “Your brother was respected.”

Jocelyn snorted, ignoring Henry’s defiant tone. “Ain’ no one in our family respected. No’ like this,” she muttered.

Henry rocked back on his heels. He folded his hands behind his back. “He was,” he said, gaze settling over the room, filled with mourners and the Guard and artifacts and Wellson’s body. He shook his head. “These people, they looked up to him.” He looked Jocelyn over once again. Her leathers were threadbare, nearly falling apart. The soles of her boots were hardly attached. Her weapons left a great deal to be desired: a broken bottle and a rusty steak knife. “Plainspeak, ‘k?”

She nodded.

“Is there anythin’ we can do for ya? New clothes, visit the smithy ... a bath?”

“A bath’d be nice,” she admitted. She had not bathed in a week, outside of a couple of spotty scrubs in the lake. “Say... you wouldn’t have no courtesans here would ya?”

Henry Rollins leaned in. “This is your brother’s fun’ral,” he whispered sharply. “If ya wan’ that, go ta Goldshire. Plenty there.” He paused to greet one of the shipwrights. Once the woman had passed, he continued. “Look. Ya always welcome ‘ere. You, Quai, her brother, any o’ the Blackbay crew. Always welcome. Food, shelter, clothes. Even drink. I can ‘elp ya get a job or skills trainin’. As Lord Wellson’s sis; by blood, ya are entitled ta these things.” He shook his head. “Nothin’ illegal tho, yeah?”

Jocelyn frowned — an expression much like Quai’s. She looked around the museum. Glistening green and white and black marble columns braced the varnished chestnut ceiling. Paintings of birds and plants lined the walls. Her eyes hovered over the work depicting Nightshade. She clicked her tongue — a tic learned from her mother. After a moment, she turned to Henry:

“What’s Blackbay? Who was my brother?”

Henry chuckled. “Follow. We’ll get ya cleaned up, an’ ya can talk ta Elunara. She’ll tell ya what ya wanna know.”

Jocelyn followed him as he started toward the exit. She stared down at her decaying boots. When she neared the door, she looked over her shoulder at the body of her brother. He looked so at peace, so ... dead. It boggled her mind. To find her brother only to watch him die?! No fuckin’ way, she thought. She bit her lip and walked across the threshold.

(( @quai-mason @andrew-mason @jocelyn-Wellson || [ @blackbay-wra ]: @killerkyara @juniper-rose-blower || cc: @risrielthron ))

#wellson #wra rp #uh oh #in state #jocelyn wellson

[kat-hawke]

Got a little something for the guild; a proper reference for the badges. Done by @raen-art!

This is something I’d been meaning to get done for a while now and finally got around to pulling the trigger on. I’m incredibly happy with how this came out and the end result is exactly what I was picturing.

[Relevant: @tristanasneak, @jocelyn-wellson, @myzariel, @nikkithorpe, @lovelydeadlysocialite, @quinn-varden (even if Quinn doesn’t have one yet)]

#art #Unit Eight

[maxparkhurst]

💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?

So. You dare ask me this question, do you? Well, I’ve made my big post which you can find here . It includes a compendium of names and blogs who’ve made a lasting impact on me this past year. With probably a few names missing because, lets face it, I’m a hot mess. 

Below the cut are some people who come to the top of my head when I think of RP. You should give them a looksy because they make quality work. Otherwise, happy creating, Anon! <3 

A Poptart’s List of Lovely RPers

(Including but not limited to the following) 

Kyuusei/ Seraanna [ @kyuusei-shadowleaf ] : It has been an absolute treat to write with Kyuusei’s mun. The depth and emotion which they write into their characters is almost palpable. They weave details and intricacies into every action. And have full faith in the fact that you, as their writing partner, are capable of piecing the puzzle together. Their writing is musical and they’ve managed to translate that into their spontaneous emotes. How? Witchcraft, I tell you. All in all, Roleplaying with them is an experience. And if ever you get the chance to write with them, I suggest you do it. 

Jocelyn Wellson [ @jocelyn-wellson]: I’ve yet to have the honor of getting to roleplay with Jocelyn Wellson, however I do read up on their stories. I’d to first talk about the SHEER AMOUNT they are able to churn out. In my eyes, that takes a level of discipline, determination, and passion. If I could have an ounce of that drive to write in the amounts they do, I’d die a happy person. 

One may expect their to be a lack of quality in such quantity. I know I would be dubious. Thus, when reading their work, I am a touch bit envious because it’s GOOD. And no like, “Eh. Good.” No, no. It’s  GOOD! Publish this and put it in a book GOOD. Need I say more? 

Kat Hawke [ @kat-hawke] : “WOAH! Who would’ve guessed you put KAT HAWKE on your list” I hear the peanut galley cry. And yes. I did put them on this list. Not because they are a notable name in the RP community (because their is a difference between being notable and being good) but because I have genuinely enjoyed my interactions with them on their alt. Also, I’ve been a fan of their writing for quite some time now. Much like Jocelyn, they have created an immersive tale that stretches far beyond by my own limitations. The writing, of course, is simplistically wonderful. They don’t fall into purple prose and drag a scene on-and on - and on -and on... It’s impactful and concise, and digestible. I personally like that, but more than the writing I admire the dedication to the craft. To write a character’s story through to completion will always be admirable in my book. 

Also. They are super chill and let me make a meme of them using Narcissus so. <thumbs up> That’s cool. 

Zeehva [ @zeehva ] : Zeehva is a bright and radiant soul here in the community. I’ve only met one person - he who shall never be named- incur their ire. (And what ire it is to be hold o.o) They’re inclusive and positively lovely to RP with as they share the spotlight with others. And, of course, I think the act of gathering people from all walks of RP and DM an adventure for them is beyond cool. It takes courage to put yourself out there and build a memorable experience for people.  

As far as writing goes, they’ve got a well rounded style. Those who can engage a reader through their whole tale are successful in my eyes, and boy. Does their writing keeping me engaged. It’s got great pacing and I never find there to be too much exposition. 

Saidelia Draconis [ @saidelia-draconis ]: Someone tell me how in the world this person is able to churn out dope emotes in a matter of minutes? HRM?! Someone tell me. 

Jokes aside, their writing has got an elegance which makes my literary nerd brain happy. But, I find their ability to venture back into the RP community to be the most admirable. Speaking from personal experience, it can be a bit taunting to wade back into the community after a hiatus. And to see someone not only venture forth and immerse themselves, but do it with such GRACE and ELEGANCE in their emotes makes me jelly.

This is not the entirety of my list of lovely RPers. Far from it! I would like to try and highlight the talent here at least once a week ^~^ But for now, know that you all amaze me <3 

Thanks for the ask, Anon. 

[quinn-varden]

Quinn’s Cake

Hope

The future looks bleak and empty, there are problems lying ahead that seem unsolvable. the weight of the world crushes all semblance of perspective sometimes... but remember, you are not alone. you are not responsible for solving every issue in the world and you can let go sometimes without feeling guilty for not fighting every second of the day. hope is out there, in all shapes and sizes, trust me. tilting your face into the sun, seeing a friend after a long time, listening to your favourite song... those joys will not disappear while you are breathing, there will be music tomorrow, too!

Test is [ HERE ]

Tagged by @sailynthesayaad​

Tagging @jocelyn-wellson​ & @lovelydeadlysocialite​

#ooc #tags

[zeehva]

An Emotional Adventurer.

The Comic Relief:

Yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. You break awkward silences and sing silly songs. But what about when you're not keeping the levity? What else makes up the person who makes others feel good? You're kind. You connect with people. You hate to see others sad. You have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. People are comforted by you. They cherish your spirit and relate to you. But it can be difficult when you're not laughing. Comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. A person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. Laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

Tagged by: @safrona-shadowsun @theparkhurstalchemists

Tagging: @ikhaara @samantha-bradford @jocelyn-wellson @dardillien-ward @asharinhun @melorica @wandering-mesa @saidelia-draconis @kavtari @helryder666 @felmage @fel-temptation

Quiz here!

[lovelydeadlysocialite]

Operative Mistcaller Report, 11th Day of the 11th Month - Mage Quarter Catacombs

Date: 11/11/41      Agent: Vynette Mistcaller

Subject: The Scourge/Cult of the Damned

Location of Incident: Mage Quarter Catacombs

Leads:

Disturbance reports from local residents

Reports of unusual odors

General ties between the Mage Quarter and Dark Magicks (Inference)

Investigation Team:

Team A Kat Hawke, Nikki Thorpe, Tristana Sutton Team B Vynette Mistcaller, Myzariel Arilyth, Jocelyn Wellson

Team B Report:

Pervasive foul odors matching reported scents of previous plague incidents

Evidence of tainted grain

Remnants of a burlap sack marked with a shock of wheat as a symbol

Recreation of the marking attached

Reanimated Fauna encountered in weak, sealed coffins

Hounds (2, Killed by Agents)

Tainted/Infected Fauna encountered in weak, sealed coffins

Rats (Countless, Killed by Agents with assistance from the Director)

Encountered a hooded figure briefly, who enchanted the rats, causing them to grow before vanishing from the scene

At a glance, in line with all previous reports regarding the Cult of the Damned

Intended Follow-Up:

Patrolling and listening for additional leads or reports from citizens and informants in line with potential cult activity

Investigating the wheat symbol found at the scene to determine if it has any ties to a particular farm or organization

#Unit Eight #mission #Operative Mistcaller #event followup #report

[thalsianiii]

😳 Who is someone you’d love to RP with?

So this list is by no means exhaustive. Just a few names of people I haven’t actually RP’d with yet/haven’t in a long time that I’d like too.

@theodorebennas because from all I see about his character, he seems like the perfect Arch Rival for a character like mine. Sorcerer vs Soldier. Light vs Dark. Good vs Evil. It’s so many layers of cliché it’s perfect.

@arcanist-starweaver  idek what we’d do. But historically I always gravitated towards intellectual characters so I think it could be interesting to see where it goes.

@kat-hawke I enjoy as a person as well as the character. She’s one of few people who’s character my first instinct isn’t to just fight. We seem to dance around the same RP circles as it is so the fact that we don’t RP very much is a bit surprising.

@isabella-devereaux is one of my absolute favourite Succubus RPers. I remember spending weeks, if not months, trying to get her to make a deal with ol Percy and she’s just too smart to fall for it. But she’s a great character. And not gonna lie, I’m a sucker for sex appeal. She can eat my Paladins any day.

@jocelyn-wellson is a character I’ve never met but a writer I thoroughly enjoy. They have a connection that has yet to be explored and I think it could turn into something pretty awesome. Aggressive or otherwise.

And of course, You, @saidelia-draconis. Since we haven’t actually RP’d yet. But we’re working on it.

Again, there’s plenty of other people I’d happily RP with. But anyone else I can think of I’m pretty sure I’ve RP’d with at least within the last couple months. Those names are just ones I haven’t talked to in a long time, if ever.