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ask-iamnotanalicorn · 4 years

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Ya’ll have been SO patient as I take forever getting new updates done, so here, please have these miscellaneous arts I’ve done over the past few months that I haven’t gotten around to posting yet! (EXCEPT FOR THE LAST ONE, I DID NOT DRAW THAT IT IS PART OF AN ART TRADE WITH @ask-thecapricorncrew!!! LOOK HOW COOL SHE DREW PIRATE-ERA SALESPITCH!!!)

Picture Details And Explanation Of River’s Slowness Below!

I plan to get at least one IANAA comic out this month, but I have two big projects (a commission and first prize for the 1000 follower contest), that aforementioned promised comic, I’m working on writing my book a little every day so I can actually publish this thing someday before I’m old, I’m in like THREE roleplays on Discord (one of which is a High Seananigans AU with Salespitch as a merchant mariner captain), and I have my regular job every day. That’s not even counting the three or four other less time-sensitive projects I would like to do but can probably continue procrastinating on, although I really need to get that one story about Pitch Black written for my Patreons and...

HNGH.

So yes, thank you for your patience! If you want to toodle on over to the Discord, we’ll be happy to have you join in our randomness while I continue the struggle that is learning better time management and not stressing under the load of multiple projects, whooooo!

ON TO THE PICTURES:

1) 2nd Place Prize for Melody Song! She won a two-character flats-only ship pic of Soarin and Rainbow Dash snuggling with a good book. The cloud couch was my idea because it was obviously the perfect couch for two Wonderbolts and it was fun to draw. :D

2) 3rd Place Prize for SimonWL of the webcomic Weirdogs! He wanted his Weirdogs character Sammy drawn as a pony. He liked the lineart prize so much that he commissioned me the extra fee to get it colored and shaded! FUN FACT: Simon and his wife live in Austria, but she’s originally from the area where I live, so they happened to be visiting right around the time I finished his art, and I was able to give it and his toy prize (Discord) to him directly instead of paying exhorbitant shipping fees. We also just had an awesome time hanging out at Panera Bread. :D

3) @thehyperumbreon‘s kirin Anjin getting bapped in the head with a newspaper wielded by yours truly’s ponysona off-screen. I may have posted the lineart of this before, but he paid an additional commission fee to have it colored. This is very true to his character and also led to the creation of the BAP! emoji in my Discord, which is used very prolifically and has spread to at least five other servers, some of which I am not even in. I am very proud of my legacy in the world of internet instant messaging.

4 & 5) As mentioned, I did an art exchange with @ask-thecapricorncrew! We were chatting and I was like, “Man if I weren’t trying to save money I’d totally have you draw Sales in a pirate outfit” and then Blu was like, “Yeah if I weren’t saving money I’d totally commission you to draw one of my characters” and I was like “I have a solution.” She finished hers MUCH FASTER but I believe she liked my rendition of Doran (her shapeshifting pony explorer)’s kirin form, so it’s all good. :D And Sales looks SO DANG DAPPER. He is now the captain of a merchant mariner trading vessel in a small rp in my Discord called the High Seananigans AU.

That’s it for today! Tune in next time at (incoherent muttering) to see what happens next on this blog, and HAVE A GREAT WEEK AND ALL THAT!

~River Babble

#mlp ask blog #pony ask blog #IANAA #my little pony #salespitch #unicorn #pegasus #kirin #ponies #rainbow dash #soarin #weirdogs #webtoon

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evalinkatrineberg · 4 years

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Practice Side RP

I could hardly sit still in the ballroom. Ever since my makeover had concluded and I had been told that we had to wait for more girls to finish up before we could be shown to our rooms, I had been turning my head from left to right. Every now and then, I would try to make small talk with the other girls who had finished, but for the most part, I sat in silence. I was just utterly exhausted.

At the same time, I was attempting to acquaint myself with my new, shorter haircut. I couldn’t say I disliked it, but it was just another change, alongside the many others that had occurred the past few weeks. The novelty of the moment was starting to wear off.

I need a quick break, I decided. I searched the room, trying to catch the attention of one of the palace officials. When one finally saw me, I asked if it might be permissible for me to leave to use the restroom. After receiving an affirming nod, I made my way to the door. Some fresh air, some time alone to think, even if only for a few moments, would likely do me some good.

I nearly barreled into the girl standing on the other side of the door as I entered the hallway. She crossed her arms, looking me up and down, and then raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in my direction. “Are you lost or something, discount Barbie?”

Barbie? Well, that was a new nickname.

“Kind of, actually,” I admitted, shaking my head a little, feeling the ends of my hair brush against my collarbones. It was at that moment that I realized just who I was talking to.

Oh, shit. Not even twenty-four hours into my time in the palace, and I had already fucked up.

“Your Highness,” I added immediately, my words rushed as they poured out of my mouth. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and wondered if I should curtsy. “I was just looking for the restroom!”

“You forgot your curtsy, but I’ll let it slide.” Oh, thank God! The princess jerked her head towards the length of hallway behind her, and added, “It’s this way, follow me.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” It was kind of difficult to keep up with Princess Ayesha in these heels, but I was grateful for her help nonetheless. Maybe adjusting to life at the palace would be easier than I had initially thought. Not wanting to leave anything on a sour note, I continued, “And sorry for forgetting the curtsy. These past few days have been a whirlwind, and I can’t say I was expecting to bump into a member of the royal family so soon.” I almost cringed at the nervous laugh that escaped my lips then. The princess was being so kind and helpful, and here I was, a babbling fool. It was almost comical.

“And I was expecting Ari would send you all home today. Guess life screws with all of our expectations,” Ayesha responded, her tone flat.

Okay, maybe not so kind then. Had I done something to offend her already? Why was she expecting her brother to send us all home so soon? I kept these thoughts to myself as we weaved through the hallways, finally coming to a stop in front of a big wooden door. I held back a frown as I looked at it. It was an odd door for a bathroom, but, maybe it was some kind of new architecture style that was trendy on the west coast. The princess looked at me expectantly, so I opened the door, and stepped right into something soft and slimy.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose before looking down and opening them again. Yep. I was shin-deep in horseshit. After the way the week had been going up until this point, I didn’t even know why I was surprised.

“Never said I’d take you to human restroom!” I could hear the laughter in the princess’s voice.

I breathed deeply, taking a moment to compose myself. Reacting on impulse and emotion alone would get me nowhere. That’s what I had done with Proctor the day before, and look where that had gotten me. No, it was time to find the silver lining, as difficult as that might be, given the princess’s comments, her flat tone, and the literal horseshit I now found myself standing in. Things were definitely not going my way.

The princess’s laughter echoed behind me, cracking something inside my chest that I didn’t know could break. Before I could even think about it, I was laughing as well. It started as a soft giggle, bubbling up in my throat as I took in the ridiculousness of the whole situation. As dreadful as this might be, it was somehow the closest I had felt to being at home since I had arrived at the palace this morning.

By the time I had composed my thoughts and reigned in my emotions enough to form a coherent sentence, I was full-on laughing. “You’re right,” I conceded in between fits of laughter. “You didn’t.”

I turned around to face Ayesha now, sighing, but still smiling. The princess had stopped laughing, and was looking at me quizzically. “You’d think that growing up with four siblings, I’d have seen this coming,” I began to explain. “This is exactly the kind of prank my sister Lydia would pull.” I chuckled a bit, shaking my head and pulling up the hem of my dress, so as not to get it dirtier than it already was. A shame that it was already ruined. I had liked this one. Though, I was sure with all the staff available at the palace, I could probably get it remade, and it wasn’t like I didn’t have any other nice dresses at my disposal.

“My brothers, too,” I continued. “They covered the entire floor of my bedroom with slices of bread the night they announced the names of the Selected girls on the Report.” I shook my head at the memory, remembering when stepping on sliced bread had been my biggest problem. What a simple time that was.

Ayesha stopped laughing, clearly taken aback. Her face softened slightly as she commented, “Your siblings sound like my kind of people.”

“I think you’d get along very well with them,” I agreed, chuckling slightly as I slipped my feet out of the heels I had been wearing, stepping on to the floor of the palace. It was probably - no, definitely - highly improper of me to be barefoot in the palace, but I figured being barefoot was preferable to tracking horse dung all over the floor. Besides, there were other shoes available in the wardrobe I had just received during my makeover, anyway, even though I would definitely have some explaining to do about just where the shoes I had initially chosen had gone. At least I had already completed my post-makeover photos and interview. Taking them like this would be a nightmare.

“They’re never going to let me live this down when I get the chance to tell them about this.” I could already picture the howls of laughter that would peal through the dining room as they read the letter. Shaking my head at the image, I brought my eyes upwards to meet the princess’s gaze. “They’d probably say this is revenge for Lydia and I releasing ants in their room the day before I left for the airport.” I offered the princess a conspirators grin, a small part of me wondering if this might actually be a rough beginning to a nice friendship. “Though, I bet they’d wish they were here to see it themselves.”

The princess frowned as her eyes moved downwards, towards my feet. “Okay,” she conceded finally, “now I’m really going to bring you to an actual washroom.” Wrinkling her nose, she added. “You stink.”

I could tell the princess was trying to sound mean, but there was a flicker of a grin that mirrored my own on her face. Her change in demeanor surprised me a bit, but I held my tongue as I followed her to what I hoped would truly be a restroom this time. I was in no way opposed to her actual kindness, should she offer it. I really couldn’t blame her for being cold at first. I could only imagine how I would feel if one of my own brothers invited thirty-five girls into our home in an attempt to date all of them and marry one of them.

“Fireants would have been better,” Ayesha commented, holding open a door for me. A quick peek inside confirmed that it was, indeed, an actual washroom this time. Turning away from me, she waved towards a woman who appeared to be a maid. “Hi, Mila, would you be a dear and fetch some tomato juice for Miss…” the princess trailed off. “I wasn’t planning on learning names, but I guess I’ll make an exception.”

A feeling of satisfaction washed over me. Had I managed to get on the princess’s good side? I didn’t get my hopes up, though, as I supplied her with my name. “Evalin.”

“Miss Evalin,” the princess finished. “Also, please see to it that someone helps clean up her shoes in the stables, and whatever residual horse sh-” she caught herself before she cursed, “manure she might have tracked in. Thank you, Mila.”

The maid - Mila - simply nodded and scurried off, likely to find the tomato juice the princess had just requested. When she was gone, I decided to reply to the princess’s previous comment to me, lowering my voice so that it was barely louder than a whisper. “Lydia - my sister - wanted to do fireants, but I talked her out of it. The risk of us getting bit up in the process was too high. Plus, if we did get bit, the bites would be to noticeable, and give away that something was up. The best part of the prank is the surprise, right?”

“Gloves would have helped.” The princess shrugged nonchalantly, making no move to leave. Her face turned a bit colder then, reminiscent of the expression she had worn when I had first bumped into her in the hallway. It was a mask, I realized. I felt a pang of sadness for her then. Always having to be so guarded had to take a toll on her. “And of course everyone knows the surprise is the best part.”

She stayed where she was, looking down the hallway in the direction that Mila had ran off in, even as I began to step into the washroom. I wondered how much of the muck I’d be able to scrub off of the dress, or if it would be wiser to just admit defeat on this one. Before I began, though, I looked over my shoulder at the princess and said again, “Thank you.”

She furrowed her brows. “You’re welcome.” She paused for a moment, before continuing, “For letting you step in horse manure?”

“Well, maybe not for that part,” I admitted, laughing a little to myself, “but for not leaving me to my own devices afterwards, and also for reminding me that all of this -” I gestured to the surroundings, hoping the princess would understand that I meant the Selection as a whole, “-isn’t something that has to happen without any fun, whatsoever. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to be here - ecstatic, even - but,” I sighed, unsure of how to phrase the rest of my sentence without sounding ungrateful. “It’s a bigger change than I thought it would be, and I think I was starting to psych myself out. Though I can’t help but laugh that it took stepping in horse manure to make me realize that maybe things aren’t as drastically different as I thought they were.”

Ayesha made a face, but let me finish. When I was done, she mumbled, “Damn, you sure talk a lot.” Her face lit up, though, as Mila began to make her way back down the hallway towards us. “I was just making sure Mila does her amazing job, like she always does. And, now that you’ve mentioned it, I should take my leave.”

I took the tomato juice from Mila, whom Ayesha instructed to get me a fresh dress to change into. As the princess walked away, still looking ahead, she called out, “Word of advice, don’t get too comfortable.”

Good point. Regardless, I just smiled. “Thank you again, Your Highness,” I called back at Ayesha’s retreating figure.

I began to scrub down my legs and feet, finishing just as Mila returned with a fresh dress and shoes. I ducked into a stall to change, exchanging the blue dress for a shorter dress of a similar color. It was a smart move on Mila’s part, grabbing a dress in nearly the same shade of blue. With any luck, the other Selected girls wouldn’t even notice that I had had to change dresses.

When I emerged from the stall a few moments, later, Mila immediately took the soiled dress from my hands. “I’ll bring this down to the laundry. It’ll be returned to your room when it’s clean again.”

I didn’t envy the poor soul who was fixed with that task. “Thank you.”

Mila only nodded. “You should probably get back to the other girls. It’s just down this hallway, and then make a right, It should be the third door on your left.”

I thanked her again before taking my leave. When I had successfully found the ballroom, it appeared that the girls I was sitting with were getting ready to be shown to their rooms. Had all of this really happened so quickly? I shook the thought out of my head. I couldn’t wait to get to my room, already planning on immediately setting to writing my family a letter. Only one day here, and already so much had happened! I could only wonder what might be in store in the coming days.

#selectionoc

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bloodstarved · 5 years

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big ol’ survey (take 2)

BASICS.

FULL NAME : beaumont black NICKNAME : beau, mister AGE : early 40s BIRTHDAY : doesn’t care to remember ETHNIC GROUP : highlander NATIONALITY : ala mhigan LANGUAGE / S : eorzean & huntspeak (keeper dialect) SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single HOME TOWN / AREA : unknown CURRENT HOME : dimwold, gyr abania PROFESSION : witch of the wilds

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : grey EYES : one blue & one green FACE : gaunt, wide jaw covered in coarse stubble, sunken eyes; haggard LIPS : thick, bloodless, dry COMPLEXION : sallow BLEMISHES : n/a SCARS : many on his back: faded & white TATTOOS : n/a HEIGHT : 6 fulms, 10 ilms WEIGHT : 250 ponzes BUILD : tall, broad-shouldered, thick: heavily-muscled FEATURES : heterochromia; shoulders that are habitually slumped as if bearing an extraordinary weight; listless, wandering eyes; face always concealed by ornate masks; generally bedecked in gold and jewels not befitting his usual, ragged attire ALLERGIES : rolanberries USUAL HAIR STYLE : medium-length & thin; wispy; unhealthy USUAL FACE LOOK : tired & melancholy; like he’s been through hell USUAL CLOTHING : varies between worn old clothes that have been mended times immemorial & ornate, lovely surcoats and fabrics; occasionally, he can be seen dawning heavy plate armor

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : the unknown; the unquantifiable ASPIRATION / S : to find a purpose; to be at peace POSITIVE TRAITS : compassionate, empathetic, & resilient NEGATIVE TRAITS : gruff, aloof, & ill-mannered MAJOR ARCANA : the hermit ZODIAC : cancer, the crab TEMPERAMENT : melancholic SOUL TYPE : the shaman ANIMAL : barn owl VICE HABIT / S : isolationism, FAITH : believes in rhalgr to some degree, but moreso he believes in the spirits of the dimwold--innumerable apparitions that are fickle and unforgiving GHOSTS ? : unfortunately AFTERLIFE ? : yes REINCARNATION ? : no POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : indifferent EDUCATION LEVEL : intelligent & educated, though somewhat lacking when it comes to social interactions--favors short responses and simple language that perhaps belittles his true intelligence

FAMILY.

FATHER : unknown, deceased MOTHER : eleanora black, deceased SIBLINGS : none EXTENDED FAMILY : unknown, presumed deceased NAME MEANING / S : beau, meaning “fair” or “lovely”; mont, meaning “hill” or “mountain”

FAVORITES.

BOOK : the autobiography of some obscure monk’s unfortunate life DEITY : rhalgr, vaguely HOLIDAY : starlight MONTH : november SEASON : autumn PLACE : his cabin: ramshackle yet quiet & quaint--homey WEATHER : overcast with a cool breeze SOUND / S: a babbling brook & a crackling fire SCENT / S : rainwater & leather TASTE / S : iron & bread FEEL / S : coarse furs & threadbare blankets NUMBER : 11 COLORS : dark grey, white, washed-out red, & soft brown

EXTRA.

TALENTS : homebrew magicks & potions, healing wounds, & general handyman skills BAD AT : socializing, expressing his emotions, & romance TURN ONS : soft-spoken individuals, long hair (especially when braided), large breasts, chubbiness, mask kisses, patience TURN OFFS : rash personalities, loudness, clumsiness, black-and-white thinking, any attempts to remove his mask, necromancy (don’t ask) HOBBIES : general survivalism, whittling, helping travelers passing through the dimwold, making offerings to the spirits, practicing witchcraft QUOTE : “Please...” spoken softly but with a lot of feeling.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1 : an unnamed video tape you find in the back of your grandfather’s garage, and when you put it in the VCR, it’s just a two hour long silent film of beau weaving various baskets while avoiding all eye contact with the camera.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like? A2 : a slow, melancholy piano accompanied by a steady, thrumming bass

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character? A3 : i absolutely fell in love with his design when i saw the completed version. from there, i slowly began thinking of things i could do with him, and eventually i incorporated most (of not all) of dali’s scrapped concepts into him. perhaps, in some ways, he is a revamped version of dali: a spiritual successor or even a homage to my first ffxiv rp character. yet unlike dali, i wanted to write a character who struggled with his own tenderness--who is soft yet without the knowledge of how to express it. so instead, he is gruff and keeps to himself, avoiding long-term connections with others. but he cannot stop himself from helping those in need, because there is no real escaping his nature.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character? A4 : honestly, after i modded his face and saw how haggard & melancholy he looks, i simply fell in love. even the original art gave me this vibe of profound loneliness & desperation for contact: his subtle expression coupled with the way he gazes down at the red thread entwined with his fingers.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : i wish he would wear socks more often.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse? A6 : i used to be extraordinarily lonely growing up. in a lot of ways, beau is reminiscent of my early teenage self--without all of the outright destructive traits i had.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you? A7 : you know, i think we would actually get along. i can be persistent without being pushy when it comes to making friends, and i think that’s exactly what he needs to help him open up a bit.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8 : i’m not sure yet! i think it would be interesting to see him interact with someone very high-energy, to contrast his low-energy. like a yuffie kisaragi to his vincent valentine (no i do not mean that in a romantic sense).

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse? A9 : dali himself is a big inspiration, along with sten from dragon age, eileen from bloodborne, auron from ffx, nier from nier: gestalt (NOT replicant), hopper from stranger things, giyu from demon slayer/kny, & dracula from netflix’s castlevania

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete? A10 : let’s just say im really gonna hate myself when i have to get up for work in the morning. (:

#rp meme #beau

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xthelionsdenx · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

STOLEN FROM @misplacedheroics!!!!

1. FIRST NAME: Amanda

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: What isn’t strange about me??? Lmao, in all seriousness...uhh, in my entire life I’ve only been two days without owning being owned by a cat. (Not counting being away at school) ((also not very strange but I blanked and this was the first thing to come to mind?))

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: Hair, eyes and...shoulders maybe??? Idk.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Bread actually, just plain bread. And roast beef. So roast beef sandwiches?

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: A LOT (picky Virgo here) First two to come to mind: pickles and bacon. Yes I hate bacon, come at me.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: Why should you feel guilt for something you enjoy? But I guess a lot of the fandom stuff. I do tend to downgrade my involvement to family and most RL friends, but more because they don’t really understand than anything else.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: PJ pants and t-shirt

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: I guess serious relationships. No real experience with either tbh. The few people I’ve dated never really went anywhere lmao.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: If I changed anything I guess it would be convincing myself that art was the way to go from the start and not to waste that year in college for a degree I would flunk. I mean the experience was overall great, and despite flunking my time there was very creative buuuut. The debt from it, yiiiikes lol.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: I mean not really??? Definitely not physically affectionate anyways. I need my bubble of personal space thank you!

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: I’ll go with a series...a trilogy technically. Lord of the Rings. The visuals, the effects, the everything.

12. FAVORITE BOOK: TOO MANY TO NAME

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: Cats, always cats. Though I suppose maybe I’d go for a wild one then...idk? (no Squall, no lions)

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: LAGUNA/RAINE FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!!! Other fave ships include Roy/Riza from FMA, Kurogane/Fai from TRC, uhh...considering how much Marvel has taken over my life recently, Clint/Tony. And...Squall/Seifer/Rinoa (that way I have something with this blogs muse haha. Also StrifeHart is a biggie for me as well!)

15. PIE OR CAKE: Cake, only exception is my Uncle’s pumpkin pie

16. FAVORITE SCENT: Rain and snow

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: Uhh...none current really. I’m too lazy to keep up with movies/shows anymore XD

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: Everywhere...preferably places I don’t have to deal with people/crowds much though. Or actually cold places. Alaska, Antarctic...give me snoooooow. (Started to steal your answer but veered waaaay off lmao)

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Like 90% introvert. Given someone I like I can babble with no end but around more than a handful of people I get uncomfortable.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Not really??? Most horror films and things bore me, since most are rather repetitive?

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: iPhone. Haven’t had Android in yeeeaaaars.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: Staaaares at her PS4. And her PS2...and everything else. Do I play? Yes, all the time. Do I finish them? NEVER. (I have...issues, okay?)

23. DREAM JOB: Concept Artist or Freelance Illustrator

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: ALL THE ART SUPPLIES. ALL THE LAGUNA STUFF. Umm...more books? Idk. HOW ABOUT ALL THE CATS. YES. I LIKE THAT IDEA.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: I don’t really hate any? Or at least none that I can think of atm? Love to hate yes, but not outright hate.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: Umm...I’m not active in Dragon Knights anymore really but it’s not like the fandom was ever active anyway. You could count on one hand practically all the people in it haha.

TAGGED BY: STOLEN, I AM A THIEF. A HAPPY TOTALLY GUILT FREE THIEF

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this! Tag me so I can read!

#Out of GF's #I was bored #thus I steal things #lmao

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soulwounds-a · 5 years

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was that sonam kapoor ? oh no no , that was just midna , a canon character from the legend of zelda : twilight princess . they are 23 years old and are aware that they are not actually from washington d.c.

before we get into things for my wife ( midna ) , while i have your lovely attention , i’d like to reintroduce myself to anyone who doesn’t know me . hey ! i’m link ! i’m 22 & laid back & constantly trying my Best . i was in this rp some few months ago for a long while for those who remember . i’ve come back because i feel a better about being here & honestly just miss the place ! so yeah !

anyway , now we’ll get in about the love of my life . if my alias wasn’t a hint , legend of zelda is my absolute bread & butter ! i’ve been playing zelda games for as long as i can remember & honestly twilight princess will always be my favorite loz game . i love midna , she’s my favorite game companion & takes zero shit & i would die for her in an instant . a fucking icon .

for those who don’t know her i’ll provide a brief rundown : midna is a twili , a creature from the twilight realm . in fact she’s the ruler of the twilight realm : the twilight princess . her kingdom was , for sometime , over taken by ganondorf’s magic with help of zant who usurped the throne from midna & transformed her into an imp as he attempted to take over the realm of light . midna found link in the realm of light & with his help stopped the reign of twilight there & defeated zant & ganondorf therefore also returning her to her true appearance . midna then traveled back to the twilight realm but not before using one of her tears shed in parting from link to entirely destroy the mirror of twilight as she left which ensured no creatures from either worlds , midna included , could pass over into the other ever again .

how long has your character been here ?

minda has been here maybe a week . & she absolutely hates it . hyrule was something alright at least but this place is just loud & dirty & filled to the brim with utter morons .

what is your character’s job ?

she has no real person job yet ... but i guess you could say she’s a princess . queen , maybe . i imagine she was coronated upon returning to twilight at some point . can’t stay princess forever .

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom ?

roughly two years post game . she is extremely angry , confused , & even worried that she’s back in the realm of light . even more so that she doesn’t know where she is & none of this does good things to her mood . she wants to go home but , at the same time , feels very reminiscent of her time in the realm of light before & does wonder if she will see link and/or zelda .

has any magic affected your character ?

it’s affected her appearance . as a twili , midna typically has a skin tone of both greenish white & black , yellow eyes with red irises , & she had , before , vibrant , flaming red hair . here , however , her appearance has settled to more human & natural .

she does , however , still possess some powers as a twili still . most notably being that she can create portals & warp . she’s also still in possession of the fused shadow which , after removing it from when zant imbedded it into link’s head , midna used to transform link into his wolf form .

uh anyway i can’t think of anything more rn hm . please hmu to plot i love babbling & making friends !

#hw: intro #midna intro.#I LOVE MY GORL #also lmfao guess whos back #back again

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chosebravery · 6 years

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me, late? you can (troy bolton vc) bet on it!!!!11!1

good morning / afternoon / evening, my children. my name is tea (or t, or anything you want; s/h pronouns) and i have been struggling with a flu for over a week now and things,,,have been difficult but i'm going to power through because i already adore this rp (the writers in here are no joke???) and i ought to present yall my daughter. i will babble a lil about her under the cut and if you want me to reach you out, like this post!!

* △ — the dark lord has targeted [ ELIZABETH ROSIER NEE HEPBURN ] ! the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ ALICIA VIKANDER ]. the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ female ] was [ WARM & HELPFUL ] before the war, but have now become [ STUBBORN & SELF RIGHTEOUS ]. though they were once a part of [ GRYFFINDOR ], they have now taken up the position of a [ HEALER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ MUGGLEBORN ] is actually [ AN ORDER MEMBER ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet.

the only child out of a quite unlucky couple, elizabeth was born in a household where people made gold out of grass. her parents were poor and unfortunate, but they loved each other--her father still claims so, even after her mother's passing when the girl was just three. mr. hepburn's optimism was what supported them--that and his gig at a pawn/repair shop at linlithgow; while he went on that and any part times he could find to keep up rent and put his daughter through school, said girl would be at home, holding onto what needed to hold and distracting herself with tales of other worlds.

as the daughter of an immigrant and an outsider, elizabeth grew to be peculiar, standing out from the rest of the people in the small town she came to live on after her mother’s passing. on the mid fifties, on a scottish town where nothing happened, people didn’t take very kindly to strangers disrupting their routine, but it was where elizabeth was to grow nevertheless; with a few years, name calling was something she learned to become unfazed by. despite however isolated and shunned she was then, she never imagined the magic of her books could become reality--the butterflies in her stomach were both of excitement and nervousness, a mix of feelings she would come to feel many times over the rest of her life. for good or bad, she was different (and this, too, would follow her for the rest of her life).

when her letter came, what she assumed to be a well conceited prank turned out to be her new astonishing reality. as she went through a wall and boarded a train, she was both terrified and amazed.

soft spoken, quiet and isolated, with a preference for long books and a tendence for distraction, elizabeth hepburn was hardly the model person for a gryffindor--she didn't think of herself courageous when the hat was placed on her head either, but there are all kinds of courage in this world, she was told. in the seven years to follow she had never watched injustice go free, nor she backed out when someone (anyone) needed her; beneath honey and unfailing kindness, in moments necessary, her voice was like thunder and her will unbreakable.

of course, sometimes it wavered--many were the times she almost gave up the wonderful magical castle when she thought of her father, all alone. he has refused this many times: she was meant for something more than a small town with ordinary people who did not appreciate her, mr. hepburn would tell her.

those years away at hogwarts installed a tradition of very long letters, written at least twice by week--flowery, extensive and very descriptive, they are still kept to this day by the old hepburn, and its sight is enough to make the daughter blush and smile sheepish. she is a sight when excited, all who know her know her passion.

her career in “wizard medicine” was a suggestion by a professor, who was aware of her excelling in herbology and potions, and her people skills (ironically, since she, then, was not the most social kid & her willingness to socialize and reach out was belated). despite over ten years working on st mungo, she still aspires for something more; her husband & her shares a dream to open a book shop of their own, but due to more pressing events, it keeps being pushed forward.

she married domitius on the spring of 72, about 26 months after they bonded while she nursed him back to health. her interest in men -- or relationships in general -- had been nonexistent until then, so it was a surprise not only for his prejudiced pureblooded family but also for those who knew elizabeth. regardless, she claims he is first her best friend, her soulmate, then her husband--he is also father of her children: five year old twins daniel and isolde & little cosette, not much older than a year old. if you catch fictional characters names in there, you’re spot on (she is a nerd even as a mom, yes--fitting too, as her own name had come from the iconic austen heroine).

currently she works at the janus thickey ward as its healer in charge, although her presence is often required on the dai llewellyn ward due to her experience with some incidents’ injuries; it’s not uncommon to see her reading the newspapers, books and letters to the patients.

however, it has been over a year since she last stepped on st mungo. her youngest child was born on early 1978, so elizabeth has been on maternity leave since then; as much as she loves her children (and she does, overwhelmingly so), the life of a stay at home mother does not agree with her anxiety so she is very eager to return to her routine, even if it means she has to stay away from her children for more than she wished she would--she takes as advantage her father is so good with them, and always willing to crash in their spare bedroom.

she is virtually incapable of staying still--if not with her nose in a book, it’s likely she is walking around, doing whatever needs to be done around wherever she is (and this does not only apply to her own house, much to her friend’s dismay). her nervous tics include tapping her fingers, tucking her hair behind her ears and biting her lips; fiddling with her clothes and her wand also apply so it’s not uncommon she is keen to hold people’s hands to prevent the anxiety to be too transparent.

elizabeth’s ethical code is incorruptible, which is one of the main causes for any friction she may create with others--another would be her inability to stay still in face of wrongdoing; blindly, she will not admit she is a bit of a nosy judgmental holier-than-thou. thankfully (debatable for some), all that makes her just right to fight for the order.

elizabeth has an intimate knowledge of muggle mechanics, due to her father’s main line of work during her childhood years; even now, when she has lived most of her life in the wizard world, she is still curious and eager to learn and be connected with the muggle world and often finds herself doing things the muggle way.

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she is a saggitarius!! which is not what people first think of her, but elizabeth is just like um don’t judge a book by its cover ok. but i don’t blame people who take her as a virgo because ya know, girl is kinda....very virgo lmao (it is her ascendant anyways shhh). she was also born on 1950, which makes her a grandma tiger; she graduated hogwarts on 1968 (i don’t think there’s anyone who could have been classmates w her but,,,i’d die for this so pls bring me more old people!!!)

her wand is made of laurel wood & phoenix feather; it is quite bendy and is 10 3/4 in size. overall, i found it all very fitting!! laurel wands are said unable to perform a dishonorable act, and it does not accept lazy owners, who are often on a quest for glory -- it combines rather well with the flexibility, fitting for a woman who can not stand still / doing nothing / saying nothing for more than ten minutes.

her patronus is a weasel! people with this patronus tend to be ruled by instincts and very intuitive, and to be polite, honest and hardworking. (source)

her amortentia’s scents are old manuscripts (she is passionate about books, but she adores old editions because of how personal they are), fresh ink (she is often writing something, and always carries both quills and muggle pens with herself), the first batch of bread of the day (she just,,,loves bread. it is a very nostalgic scent for her, remeting from her childhood), geer oil (her father is a mechanic, and often she helped him), chamomile (known for its calming effects, the rosier plants chamomile in their garden & it is elizabeth’s husband to go choice of tea).

talking about scents, homegirl often smells of herbs. her husband keeps telling her she smells so good and like, yeah, he is cheesy as hell, but i’m pretty sure she does smell like heaven.

also about scents: she hates coffee and is the founder of coffee sucks society ™ . expect dissertations about this on my writing.

pretty much all else i can say / know about her are on the many profiles i’ve sent on my app. you can find them here if you don’t mind the length ( 1, 2, 3, 4) & her aesthetics here + a weheartit collection (aint nobody got time for that other site) here.

#noc.intro #other people: flawlessly whips out lovely intros On Time #me: this garbage after 4(?) days like nbd #and proud let me just tell you lmao #i gotta get to work but i'll be doing ims whenever i have some free time!!!!#don't let this flop yall

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localmagicalboi · 6 years

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|| Throws my url at you like the bread of inevitable bad luck hitting the head of your life. Idk man, it’s late lmao ||

✨ @uxis for SEND UR URL AND I’LL JUST BABBLE ON WITH SOME POORLY WORDED THOUGHTS TBH! still accepting.

✨ My Opinion on...

Character in general: uxis is so cool lol. clearly don't give a single fuck!!!!!! like externally. idk how she's operatin internally but she's got this 2 Cool 4 School vibe that's pretty hard to capture without it coming off as some kind of douchebag stereotype. she clearly has dimension and depth and i like that. lotta moxie. unintentionally funny sometimes because there have been a couple of times where i've read answers to your asks and cracked up. such a mystery too... i wanna know more about her tbh. like up close, in person. via thread. or something. let's!!! JUST DO MORE STUFF!!!!!!!! I'M SO CURIOUS.

How they play them: going back on the whole ‘it’s hard to do 2 cool 4 school without comin off as a douche’ and you nail it pretty well with ur muse. i really like how laidback ur muse is because it really lends a lot to her mystery. like i really wanna know more about her and what goes on in her mind. also you strike a pretty good mix of comedy/serious, too. some of your replies are really like.... hilarious. im assuming you stick to undertale verse for the most part??? she really fits.

The Mun: seems REALLY NEAT. never had a long convo in private but u never bring any shitty vibes to dash and i appreciate that. i pretty much know what to expect from you and that’s a good time because you seem to have a lot of fun with your muse. keep on keepin on w/ wat u do tbh.... It’s Great.

✨ Do I...

RP with them: we have in the past!!!!

Want to RP with them: yes,,, and tbh???? ... more threads with bby uxis n vi tbh cuz like.... how cute is that shit,,.... also .... like,,, uxis is a diviner. vi is a diviner. the possibilities here r Endless N Amazing.

✨ What is my...

Overall Opinion: glad we’re mutuals, luv the muse. luv everythin goin on with the muse. i wanna get to the depths and see what makes uxis tick. i approve!!!!!

#[ ✨ ooc. ]#/ I Luv Uxis Tbh.#uxis

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lethalbreadkills · 5 years

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that times its early enough that you miss words and you and your friend are so tired neither of you notice

#rp babble with bread #hnfgdbdjd

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ironjohnred · 4 years

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Mystery

h/t @trp gurus

Most people are like an open book, constantly babbling about: hobbies, their job, who they hangout with, what they do on the weekends, information they gleaned from a YouTube video, thirty second long snapchat stories. They are always brimming with advice that no one asked for.

After asking a few leading questions this individual will divulge enough of his life story that you can paint a picture of him as a boring, basic, common man. Once this individual is figured out and categorized by your brain there is nothing left to learn about him and your brain is bored by him. Your brain now imagines him spending his time on the weekend playing xbox and jerking off.

Your brain likes to fill in the gaps where it has no information, it has fun doing this. Given little information (and thoughtfully dropped breadcrumbs) our brains will generally paint a much grander and greater picture of what actually happened. When we have the full story our brain suddenly gets bored and gives up trying to figure it out.

When you first meet a girl your “mystery scale” is at an all time high. You know you’re a basic fucking dude but she doesn’t. You look her in the eye and say “hey”, she likes what she sees and immediately she begins imagining you doing cool things: Going to foreign locations ,making money ,living dangerously on edge, fucking other woman etc.

Then you proceed to slaughter her fantasy by telling her every little fucking detail of your life

“I work at X”

“I hangout with X”

“I Do X on the weekends”

“I Traveled to X last year to do X”

With every bit of information you divulge your mystery scale takes a blow. Her smile begins to waver as her brain is now painting a picture of you as the average guy you really are.

With a flick of a switch she suddenly has you all figured out. Her brains image of you is now grounded in reality. An hour ago you were inscrutable but now she realizes she met someone just like you last week. She just moves on to the next guy she imagines has it cooking (he probably doesn’t, no guy can live up to a female created fantasy)

A fantasy can be killed in one conversation if you really know the Right Wrong things to say.

Never let someone “figure you out”

Thought experiment: Think about how a Janitor spends his weekend vs. how James Bond spends his weekend

Imagine the things each of them are doing

You probably imagine the janitor doing nothing fun, probably paying bills in his small home.

You probably imagine bond racing some cool as fuck car, shooting guns in a suit, and taking the girl home.

Imagine the power you would have if you could instill in her a mental image the likes of James Bond. She would always believe you were up to something totally cool and the fuel for this image is simply the tidbits of information you throw her.

So now that we understand the concept of mystery and attraction how can you leverage it to you’re advantage

1.Shut the fuck up and listen

Most blue pill guys are going to meet a woman and begin qualifying themselves to her. Just imagine for a minute that you flip the table and get her to begin qualifying herself to you.

You remain at peak mystery and now she is giving you valuable information that you can leverage later on in the evening.

How do you do this? Begin asking her leading questions.

“What do you do”

“What do you like”

“How do you spend your time”

let her ramble on about herself while you kick back and observe the situation at hand

Bonus points if you don’t even ask her questions and she just begins telling you want you want to know for free. More bonus points if she begins qualifying herself!

She will begin divulging her mystery while you keep yours intact.

2.Indirect and vague

In General the questions you ask will be flipped back on you (This is how conversations work) so expect to answer your own question; if she is not self obsessed and can’t stop talking about herself that is.

The key to answering a question and not killing the mystery it is to remain indirect and vague with you’re answers.

Ex.

Her: “what are we going to do tonight”

RP You: “Show up at eight and find out”

BP You: “ we are going to be going to X, and then maybe to X, and then back to my apartment”

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Her: “how often do you go here”

RP You: “occasionally”

BP You: “I come here every Friday and Saturday, Im friends with all the staff and they know me very well”

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Her: “How do you know all these people”

RP You: “I get around”

BP You: “I did school announcements in high school and people we’re used to hearing my name over the intercom every day”

tell her much less then necessary, leave her with unanswered questions so she can fill in the answers

3.Bread crumbs

Discretely drop details about your life that create more questions then answers.

Her: “you want to hangout tonight”

RP You: “can’t I’m in the city”

Her brain: Why is he in the city? What could he possibly be doing without me?? I wonder who he is with, he is probably with other hot girls.

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Ever see a guy with a Rolex or a status symbol he has like a Porsche or Ferrari?

We like these items because it starts our brain on a rationalization obstacle coarse to try to figure out: what he does, who he is, and what is he doing here.

Status symbols open up a box of unanswered questions that’s why girls flock to the guy with the Porsche (to figure him out) not the guy with Subaru.

Drop tidbits of information that produce many questions and then withhold the answers, this is peak mystery!

4. Effortless

Don’t talk about how many hours you studied for the grade.

how many hours you “grind” in the gym to look this way.

Don’t talk about how much effort went into your PowerPoint presentation.

No one fucking cares how much effort you put in, they only care about the results.

You know that you worked hard, but to other people make it appear as if it was effortless. When it appears that everything is effortless to you, people will begin attributing you positive quality’s and an air of mystery and heightened skill.

Everyone will think “Why is he so good at that if he never practices, he must be a natural ”

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Her: “wow, how often do you go to the gym??:)”

RP You: “occasionally”

BP You: “every day I do 15 minutes of HIIT cardio, followed up by two hours of grueling 5x5 strong lifts. And I haven’t even gotten to my diet yet”

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Reminder, the girl doesn’t fucking care

5.Don’t Give unsolicited advice

If someone doesn’t ask you for help or an opinion, don’t give it.

Generally people don’t give a fuck what you think and they will only resent you for knowing more on the subject then themselves.

You’re plate start talking to you about climate change and how bad it is for the earth but can’t properly explain the greenhouse effect?

Laugh to yourself, but let her think she knows all the answers. It would do you no good teaching her about the fucking green house effect on a ride to the bar.

From personal experience I agree 100%. My problem has always been living up to the fantasy. I've dated way more women than anyone should in their lifetime and it's always the same. Most of the time I'm not really interested in the girl, but when I am I take them out, give them great conversation, they have the most fun they've ever had, but eventually they realize that the fantasy is not real. That I don't check every box. I've always likened it to Dorothy seeing the wizard behind the curtain. They don't want to know that I'm an atheist. They don't want to know that I have nuanced opinions about shit. They're almost never looking to be intellectually stimulated, they're just checking to see what boxes you tick.

I've always had the attitude like I know I'm better than 99.9% of guys so that's how I'll win out in the end. But that's all bullshit because we're not dealing in reality, we're dealing with people's perceptions. Ultimately it's just better to shut the fuck up.

Just STFU. Effortlessness, indirectness, vagueness comes naturally but its ironic that STFUing is the hardest part to 'master' which should be the easiest. Restraint only will put you in the top 20% if not more than that.

The artful non answer is an underused option outside of politics and PR people.

Done properly it cultivates mystery and allows for the hamster to run away with its own ideas. Female fantasy is often so over the top that actually competing with it is impossible, but why compete when a smart non answer lets her make the mental leap herself?

Being asked a question you don't care for? Non answer. By someone you don't care for? Non answer. The answer too mundane? Non answer.

The list goes on but almost any situation where it doesn't explicitly benefit you is a time to consider the application of the non answer.

Its not the most beginner friendly option as it requires social calibration to get tone and frequency right. Used properly though it has many many uses.

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