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[royal-chess-piece]

[Huh,..anyway what things do you do the most in the digital circus?.. Kinger?(srry if I'm asking too much)]

-°~Zen[¿Confused/calm mode?]~°

[arcanusarchieves-if]

I like to think mc didn't forget about Ollie, send him every birthday and special dates a little gift with a funny note. Will mc be able to have a close relationship with him in the game? Was mc able to hold him as a baby? Could you tell us more about the parents of Ollie?

Being able to send Oliver gifts is going to be an option within the game! Probably not letters though because I was going for a more “distant but still cares” vibe when it came to the relationship - but not to the point of being completely cut off from him! To answer the rest of your questions…

1.) Yes, MC will be able to have a close relationship with Oliver! It’ll be a requirement for a few routes (all of Caspian’s as well as a few others) and you’ll even be able to decide what type of relationship he forms with MC (aunt/uncle/entle, older sibling, parent, etc).

2.) MC was the first person to hold him after his parents and Caspian - so yes, they were able to hold him! I imagine that they were roped into babysitting duty pretty often as well!

3.) Oliver’s parents were named Alistair Vale and Helena Monroe. They got together when they were sixteen and ended up having Oliver when they were around 19-20ish years old.

Alistair was Caspian’s brother and MC’s best friend. He worked as a healer and was overall a pretty great guy. He was the first person to really accept MC and their condition!

Helena was another close friend of MC’s. She worked as a Cursebreaker (like Caspian and Solaine) and was a pretty impressive duelist. She was a bit more bold compared to her husband but equally as kind!

They both died during the first war after being ambushed on a retrieval mission. They were around 23/24ish when it happened. The war ended six days later because of their work.

[ducktastic-dad]

@radioiaci  ;  Name: Alastor Age: Honestly probably too young for you but we make do. Do you like to cuddle?: That's privileged information. (Please.) Can we make-out?: Out in the open?????? A night in or dinner out?: I think we are both keen to keep to ourselves. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. With dark chocolate, preferred. I think you can manage that. What makes you a good Valentine?: I remembered the holiday, I promise. Would you cook for me?: Any time, all you have to do is ask. Would you let me cook for you?: Mmmm, depends on your choice of food, but I'd be willing to take the risk. 🦌🔪   valentine's applications  ━  accepting.

❝    do~oon't  think  it's  really  out  in  the  open  if  we're  by  ourselves.  .  .  but  hey,  if  you  wanna  bake  those  beignets  ?   i  happen  to  be  a  great  multi-tasker  ━  and  kisser  ━  as  seen  listed  on  page  five,  which  i'm  sure  you  still  have  ━     ❞

but  he  might  be  getting  a  little  off-track.

❝    ━  have  i  said  yes  yet  ?   because  my  answer  is  yes,  if  you  couldn't  tell.     ❞

[ripgray-moved]

hiya friends, just a brief inactivity notice for tomorrow!

my family could finally afford a skip so we're going to be mass-cleaning the house tomorrow ( we've been wanting to do this for almost a year, since an abusive figure left our house, but have just been. genuinely too poor lol ). if / when i come online, it'll be later in the day / maybe even the night, if i'm not absolutely exhausted by it all.

[lightcreators]

@wolfvirago

No  one  was  truly  alone  in  middle  of  Purgatory's  games.

This  was  the  sentence  he  really  wanted  to  expressing  with  brightness,  offering  all  the  reasssurance  associated  to  that  statement  he  wanted  honestly  to  share.  However,  how  much  this  was  true  ?  Of  course,  for  a  while,  inside  his  own  chessboard,  there  had  been  only  his  mind  and  his  thoughts  to  having  an  idea  of  an  plan  for  bouncing  back  towards  the  Golden  Witch,  when  he  had  indirect  allies  during  that  time.  Another  witch  had  been  supporting  his  position,  and  eventually,  he  did  managed  to  have  allies  along  the  way  …  When,  with  that  last  thoughts,  slow  decomposure  couldn't  help  to  return. ❝  You  aren't  alone  in  this  fight,  never.  ❞  He  actually  decided  to  bring  around,  when  thoughtfulness  of  his  expression  betrayed  his  wish  to  be  innocent.  ❝  It  all  depending  of  the  chessboard  you  are  coming  from.  It's  all  depending  of  circumstances  within  your  chessboard.  It's  all  depending  of  the  witch  you  are  facing.  ❞  For  the  moment,  he  wasn't  obligated  to  awakening  pleasant  memories  and  recollections  concerning  that  point  …  or  even  how  within  his  case,  he  had  to  please  the  God  of  the  Underground  with  his  chessboard.  She  needed  reassurance,  not  to  be  worried  over  weight  of  opponent.  ❝  Did  a  witch  take  a  dislike  to  you ?    ❞

[frogprinceus]

@cc-naruto-s-rank-shinobi said: ❄️ to throw a snowball at my muse // from Naruto!

Jiraiya stopped when a snowball hit him in the back. He chuckled as he felt the familiar chakra. He slowly bent down and rolled his own snowball. He turned around and threw it at Naruto.

"Try and catch it!"

Jiraiya loved winter and such winter activities. So he didn't mind having a snowball fight with his favorite student.

"It's a snowball fight!"

[loveindomitable]

@dutyled said: "Why do you look like me?" Nicholas couldn't help but look the other up and down. He wasn't expecting this at all. First day at Shiz and now this. (For Henry)

Henry honestly could have asked the same question. Upon his first day at Shiz, he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Henry had come from a noble family, with a princely title and a royal upbringing, but it didn’t mean he knew what he was doing. Far from it. In fact, he was here because he wanted to expand his magic. If he was honest, his magic was weak at best. Which was surprising given how powerful his siblings were. Philip and Beatrice were powerhouses, maybe they drained it all out of the bloodline. That being said, he did have a little and could levitate things here and there but that was about it.

And now here he was, faced with what was probably a family secret in front of him. Someone who looked exactly like him. A twin? Had his grandmother hidden this from them all? Had his mother known? Surely she knew she had a missing child, the Princess wouldn’t have stood for such a thing and yet here they were.

“I could ask you the same thing. I’m Henry. Who are you? A doppelgänger of some sort? Or a lost twin?” Either he supposed could be possible. And yet it just gave him a million questions in his head.

[regalium-gravitas]

@autobotmedic sent:

Just presses his face into his chest for no particular reason, while holding him. It's comfortable here, and happens to be hugging height, don't worry about it.

⥽ ✸ ⥼

There is, of course, nothing wrong with affection between friends. He is fairly certain it is both normal and socially acceptable, even if his own exposure to... softness.. has always been limited due to the nature of his position and social circle. He has seen humans engage in these sorts of affection, and their species have a great number of similarities.

If he has to fight an urge to melt into a pathetic and unprimely puddle, it is certainly only because he is unaccustomed to it. And if his spark pulses powerfully enough that he feels a moment of dizziness, it has nothing to do with the way his dear friend's face is rested directly atop it.

He rests his hands on him, holding him back. Calm and gentle. Very normal.

[reinerose]

@burnnouts asked: ❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜ (from Robb)

Maybe.   She   had   his   hand   and   alliance   already.   But   she   wonder   if   she   could   have   his   heart,   his   desires,   at   least.   Those   are   easier   to   get   through.   Margaery   had   been   patient,   allowing   things   to   grow   naturally   except   for   a   few   gestures.   It's   quite   what   her   grandmother   taught   her;   eyes   on   eyes,   playing   with   her   ladies   while   looking   at   him,   helping   him   with   his   coat,   help   him   ease   down   the   burden.   She   ventured   into   the   injured   camp   and   helped   with   those   injured   so   the   idea   of   her   would   be   engraved   in   the   north.

  And   now   she   finds   herself   in   front   of   a   Godswood   for   the   second   time   in   her   life,   and   she   wonders   if   this   is   the   one   that   will   see   them   wed.   "Maybe.   But   I   would   like   for   you   to   tell   me.   I   read   that   you   cannot   lie   in   front   of   a   godswood."   That   the   Gods   forbid   it.   And   she   wants   to   know   if   her   effort   and   heart   are   in   good   hands.   "But   words   are   fickle,   show   me   then?"   She   asks,   a   bit   of   hesitation   on   her   voice   before   she   leans   a   step   closer,   gloved   hands   on   his   sigil,   which   one   day   will   be   hers,   and   green   eyes   look   into   blue.   "Kiss   me."

[dicmondcity]

@riiese sent : “i’ve had worse.” (hilda)

it had been an accident, a mere mishap on her part. alice was never one for mistakes such as this; however enduring many sleepless nights made her quite jittery. foolishly thinking she was being attacked; again; made her recklessly pull out her sword. without a second thought she lunged at who she believed must be her attacker. luckily being sleep deprived also left her lacking in her usual sword skills.

the fog lifted when she heard the voice of the person she so carelessly attacked. “oh!” her eyes widened with horror, while her sword dropped to the ground with a resounding ‘thunk’. “ —i, my apologies, i didn’t mea—oh dear.” feeling light-headed alice slowly sunk to her knees. “please forgive me for my terrible mistake. it seems i am not myself.” while still on her knees alice reached for her pack. “if i may, i can at least bandage it for you. worse or not, a wound should still be taken care of as soon as possible.”

[rexcorlapis]

8, 18, 24

You thought you'd seen the last of me...

8.  Do  your  friends  outside  the  internet  know  your  roleplay?

yes!  several  of  my  cousins  know  and  my  gf  also  knows  (however,  we  did  meet  while  rping  on  tumblr  lol)

18.  What  is  one  thing  you’d  wish  to  see  more  in  the  rp  community?

i  haven't  been  entirely  present  on  the  tumblr  rpc  lately,  but  there's  so  much  that's  changed  from  when  i  was  super  active  on  it  like  6  years  ago.  i  kinda  miss  gif  icons  tbh,  but  they  are  a  lot  of  work  lol 

24.  Have  you  ever  left  a  fandom  because  of  negativity?

i  think  the  only  one  i  completely  completely  left  was  army  (bts);  however,  in  terms  of  rpc  that'd  be  mysme  but  there  are  other  fandoms  i'm  inactive  in  bc  of  drama,  but  that's  dms  hehe

ask  meme   //   @predvestnik

[arcanusarchieves-if]

What type of MC do you enjoy playing?

Honestly, I feel a bit awkward posting this. When I first started writing this game, I decided that I wouldn't go out of my way to ask this question, if only because I was worried about the answers impacting the writing process in some way.

Still, now that I've gotten pretty far into what is going to be the "initial demo", I've started to wonder what types of characters people are actually going to look forward to playing. I personally tend to just do multiple routes with multiple OCs and don't particularly care what options aren't/are available.

I know that not everyone is like that though, so I thought it would be best to get a good understanding of what options I should focus on (or add if they're not already there), if only so I don't have to go back and rewrite/add a bunch of stuff later on.

So, what type of MC do you enjoy playing? Is there a specific type that you are wanting to play in this game? Specific relationship dynamics that you are wanting?

[ducktastic-dad]

@diistortion  ;  Strangely ill, delirious, and feeling like all sorts of overheated achey ass, Alastor is just going to lean heavily against Lucifer. He doesn't get sick. He's not sure it should even be possible. Now he's your problem.   unprompted asks  ━  always accepting.

startling,  small  stature  tenses  and  resists  the  urge  to  shrink  into  itself.  his  immediate  thought  is  to  push  alastor's  weight  off  of  him  entirely,  something  he  intends  to  act  on,  until  he  glances  up  and  sets  sights  on  the grim  flush  that  drains  all  the  usual  liveliness  from  the  hotelier's  features.  that  alastor  would  seek  refuge  in  him  at all  is  clue  enough  that  they  are  not  dealing  well  with  ━  whatever  they  seem  to  have  caught.  probably  punishment  for  those  overripe  deer  corpses  that,  unfortunately,  lucifer  has  taken  witness  to  once  or  twice  on  odd  mornings.  not  very  gut-friendly  on  his  end,  anyway. regardless,  lucifer  is  not  so  cruel  as  to  turn  away  the  sickly,  nor  the  pitiful.   (  though  he  is  sure  calling  alastor  either  would  put  him  on  the  other  end  of  bared  fangs.  )   no,  not  even  when  the  thought  of  his  daughter  happening  upon  the  sight  of  this  bonding  fallacy  mortifies  him. 

gaze  remains  steady  while  his  poker-face  struggles  not  to  waver,  and  his  hand  lifts  to  manifest  a  plaid  blanket  that  drifts  over  the  radio  demon's  shoulders  like  a  shawl.  a  deep  sigh  vents  what  little  frustration  he  feels,  knowing  he  will  be  preoccupied  for  the  foreseeable  future  if  he  intends  to  give  in  ━  and  he  does,  far  too  easily.  one  fluid  motion  allows  him  to  sweep  the  taller  demon  off  their  feet,  paying  no  mind  to  any  potential  protests,  and  cradles  those  gangly  limbs  in  a  grasp  one  would  think  he'd  need  the  physical  muscles  for.  shepherding  alastor  down  the  hall  like  a  wobbly  puppy  would  take  more  patience  than  he  presently  has.

❝    you're  hopeless ━ come on,    ❞

he  grumbles,  quiet  lacing  with  concern  as  he  begins  to  lead  them  both  away  ;  to  the  confines  of  alastor's  room,  where  no skeptical  eyes  will  be  on  them  and  the  devil  can  focus  his  full  attention  on  easing  their  affliction.  the  sooner  the  better.

[ripgray-moved]

hey Peter! vampires or werewolves?

     ❛ i find them both pretty meh but between the two of them? werewolves. big puppy, baby! ❜ can he pet that dawg?

[lightcreators]

@wolfvirago

She  really  should  be  honored  the  single  thing  she  was  receiving  was  to  be  laughed  at.  Compared  of  Bern,  oh  her  beloved  Bern,  she  wasn't  that  much  spiteful  she  would  want  entire  destruction  of  the  daring  human  who  desired  standing  in  front  of  witches,  would  be  eventually  one  of  the  cause  she  will  lose  in  front  of  Bern,  that  in  the  long  run,  would  find  an  exit  to  an  perfected  prison  she  created  especially  for  her~  Compared  of  Bern,  in  which  simple  evocation  of  the  village  of  Hinamizawa,  simple  remembrance  over  a  little  girl  trapped  into  an  loop,  simple  evocation  of  the  name  Keiichi  would  bring  utter  disgust  !  Hey,  hey,  hey,  hey,  would  she  tear  out  her  guts  alive  ?  Would  she  loving  to  be  part  of  another  realm  they  would  prepare,  for  adding  another  dimension  of  pleasure  in  middle  of  Beatrice's  game  ?  Should  be  creating  an  gift  out  of  that  human,  and  send  her  at  Featherine  as  remembrance  about  all  the  horrors  she  did  committed  during  that  time  ?  ❝  Oh  please~  ~  ❞  She  giggled  further,  in  which  mocking  expression  exposed  as  there  was  playfulness  all  around  her.  ❝  Your  story  is  just  so  funny,  isn't  an  compassionate  point  to  react  that  way  ?  Isn't  attentive  of  me  to  heard  what  you've  just  said  ?  What  do  you  expected  by  confess  it  to  me  ?  Humans  that  cannot  help  themselves  cannot  receive  the  honor  of  the  magical,  the  magnificent,  the  beautiful  Great  Lady  Lambdadelta  !  Sorry,  I  only  support  those  who  show  strenght,  determination,  ardor  in  their  dreams,  in  their  desires,  in  their  ambitions,  not  crawling  in  despair  like  you  !  You  think  crying  in  my  sleeves  would  give  you  my  sympathy  ?  ❞  Perceiving  no-witches  pieces  struggling  in  their  suffering  was  one  of  many  advantages  to  be  a  witch.  She  wasn't  anymore  inside  the  other  side,  struggling,  having  no  one  coming  at  help,  having  nothing  to  hold  into  than  herself.  She  wasn't  anymore  trapped  in  this  painful  world.  Even  remembrances  coming  from  that  chessboard  she  supported,  in  which  her  Certainty  has  been  enough  imposing  for  destroying  Miracles  for  a  long  while  generated  playfulness,  distanced  condescendance  over  somewhere  she  personally  experienced.  Bern  didn't  remained  on  her  cage,  but  Rokkenjima  island  will  be  her  amazing  prison,  in  which  she  will  ensure  the  fun  will  never  end,  multiplying  happiness  given  by  these  thousands  of  time  loops  in  a  new  degree  of  majesty,  as  love's  proof  !  Seriousness  voice  returned  inside  her  features,  while  an  shadow  of  distorted  features  passed  as  simple  remembrance.  ❝  I  took  the  time  to  listen  to  you,  you  should  thank  me.  So  what,  you  suddenly  expect  confirmation  that  everything  will  be  okay  ?  You  want  to  know  if  your  friends  survive  ?  You  wish  this  time  loop  would  stop  and  something  else  would  be  offered  to  you  ?  Isn't  it  a  wonderful  opportunity  to  be  able  to  do  exactly  what  you  want  during  the  shoooooort time offered by these time  loops ?  ❞

[frogprinceus]

@askmichaeljacksonthegreat100 said: hey there Jiraiya sensei did you know that my nephew Ryan works at three Walmart stores here in my world?

"I didn't even know you had a nephew!"