#Brainstorming and plotting is tending the garden

[waywardangel-wilds]

Another HC because I’m in the midst of brainstorming for fic writing purposes:

[once again, this is just my hc, no one who doesn’t want to has to accept it!]

Hobbies.

Peeta and Katniss both have their individual activities - Painting, baking, hunting, writing, music, etc. they’ve, of course, shared each of those with the other but none of those are something they could consistently do together because it’s just not the others jam. But thing is, they want to have a shared activity! That’s where the garden comes in.

Peeta started the garden (unwittingly) when he planted the primroses. They both take care of those flowers with so much love and patience, it was only natural to plant something else eventually.

Now, their house doesn’t have an aesthetic garden - neither of them knows the first thing about landscaping - their garden is all about life and learning and utility.

I’ve always pictured their Victor Village house as a large ornate house on a big plot of land. So, there’s a lot of space in the front and the back. I think their actual garden is in the back of the house, just because I’ve always pictured their kitchen in the back of the house with a door leading right to it, but I might be wrong about that layout. When it comes to houses in books I tend to create an entire layout in my head based on vibes and not the text at all haha. Like I literally have a stronger mental image of their house than of either of their faces lol.

Anyway, the garden is in the back. There’s a homemade scarecrow there, made up entirely of Peeta’s old shirts which have been stitched together and stuffed with hay and leaves.

They grow all kinds of food - they’re those neighbours that always ask if you’d like some tomatoes in the summer ‘cause they’ve got lots! There’s also all kinds of medicinal plants - think of the garden as a natural next step from the plant book.

Sometimes, Katniss teaches her music/daycare class/group of kids about plants via the garden. She does this before taking them into the woods to get them familiar with the shapes and colours they’re going to be looking for. She then tests them in the woods, “who can find me a katniss root?”

I see their garden as natural / not like a farm or a typical garden - like the plants might be in rows (?), sure, but no one is controlling in which direction they grow, nor are they necessarily divided by type. Like when you’re growing rubber, they would plant it in the way that makes most sense for that plant - big distances between each plant (for rubber not for like every plant lol), plus keeping it side-by-side (root wise) with another plant that does well with it, in the case of rubber I cannot remember if that’s corn or sugarcane? It doesn’t matter, you get my point, plus they’re not planting rubber in twelve lol. It’s more like those forest gardens you can sometimes find - the ones indigenous people used to plant back in the day? Along their migration routes? Something like that. I don’t see Katniss valuing some sort of Capitol-imposition looking garden that doesn’t jive with the surrounding environment. She wants something that feels like the woods and looks like it belongs. So it’s all native plants and vegetables, and they’re planted in a way that makes sense for the ecosystem.

My point is that their garden is their shared hobby. They spend a lot of time back there, so much time in fact that Haymitch sometimes drags a chair there to hang out with them too. Peeta set up a hammock between 2 fruit trees (I wanna say plum trees but idk what ppl in Appalachia would grow so ignore me) and is known to fall asleep in it all the time. The first summer they started spending time there Peeta got horribly sunburned so he has a designated hat for being out in the sun (“the Peeta hat” to Katniss and “The Hick Hat” to Haymitch). Katniss teaches Peeta all her food preservation secrets -- Peeta already knew some stuff, it’s not like the bakery didn’t also have to keep a store of food, it’s just that Katniss knows even more things you can do with food — their cellar is filled with everything you can think of, pickled, fermented, even dried. Everything.

When the kids are born it’s a family activity for as long as they’re interested — they grow out of it eventually, choosing to spend their afternoons playing in the street or at a friends house instead — they get a real kick out of planting seeds, picking fruits, yanking out roots, and weeding and checking for bugs. The girl did a whole science project on it once, it was all about the water cycle and the role of plants. Katniss proudly keeps a picture of her and the project on the fridge. It hangs there for the rest of her life.

When they’re elderly they still take care of the garden. The kids hem and haw about their knees, heat stroke, water intake, sinkholes, and the possibility of a sudden and unexpected earthquake. Their worries are soundly ignored. The plants keep growing, the food keeps coming. By this point there’s a number of pet graves (buttercup descendants, a few fish, and an ill-fated bunny that was not killed by the children it was an accident!) When Katniss and Peeta are no longer around, one of their kids keeps the garden going, they keep the house in the family and teach the next generation about what plants are good for eating and which ones are good for healing. Can you believe it?They even have a book!

[bookshelf-in-progress]

What the hey. I'll ask for some feedback right here on the blog.

I haven't touched my "Twelve Dancing Princesses" retelling in a while because I'm unsure about the style. When I was brainstorming a list of retelling possibilities, the first line of this one jumped out at me and made me start writing in a non-traditional point-of-view. I like the intimacy of it, but the story started expanding into more detail than I initially intended, so I'm not sure if it serves the story or just makes it more confusing. If you stumbled on a story written like this unawares, would it still make sense, etc.?

So I'm posting the first couple of scenes (2,400 words) to give you a taste of what it would be. It's still pretty rough, so there are some things about character and plot that don't make complete sense, but I could use some general feedback about readability. Is it worth continuing in this way or should I overhaul it to something more traditional? Is the story worth continuing at all? And so on.

(FYI: This is a retelling of the French version of the fairy tale, popularized by Andrew Lang, so all unique details come from that version).

Unseen: A Retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses

We go to the same garden every day, but you never see me. Why should you? You are the Princess Sonatina, youngest daughter of the greatest king on five continents, while I am only a gardener's assistant, with not even a surname of my own, except one that was given to me half as a taunt for my daydreaming ways. If you were ever to ask, I would tell you I answer to Michael Stargazer--but you never will think to ask, and I will never presume to speak.

Instead, I work silently in the gardens, while you wander past with your sisters--eleven of them, all unsurpassed in beauty of face and form and voice--laughing and chatting and singing snatches of songs. You are, all of you, more beautiful and vibrant than any of the flowers I tend, and I feel more alive just being near you.

Then the day comes when your morning songs are silent. You drag weary feet through the gardens, look blankly at the beauties of the world, lounge wearily along the edges of fountains and atop retaining walls. The rumor comes that every night, you are--all of you--wearing through your shoes.

Were I a prince, I would think no quest too perilous to save you from such sickness. I would climb a million trees in search of golden apples, cross storm-filled oceans in search of the Water of Life, work a dozen years at impossible tasks to find the key to ending your curse.

But I'm only a gardener, and nobody's son, so it falls to those with name and fortune to try their hands at saving you. The king has vowed that the man who finds the secret of where you go at night will win your hand in marriage, and there are many who are willing and worthy to try.

They are wonderful men--strong and handsome, noble and brave, with royal titles, vast holdings, great fortunes, and skills and talents that a simple gardener could never match. Any one of them would make a fine husband for a princess. Yet all of them, to a man, disappear within a day of taking up their task.

The rumors turn darker then, casting you not as victims but villains, luring men to their deaths with some dark magic of your own. Those who say such things did not see you in the gardens, or that would know that not one of you is capable of anything near what they accuse you of. Unfortunately, no one will ask a garden lad's thoughts, and I cannot speak unbidden unless I have proof.

So I go to the gardens and find two tiny rose trees. The head gardener tried to tear them out, in my first days at the palace, and I convinced him to let them live. I have watered them, fed them, saved them from disease and decay, told them stories of the princesses they serve. You have never seen them, I'm sure--you have never seen me--but though they are small, they are fine little plants, with dark, glossy green leaves, and little buds that seem always to be waiting for just the right time to bloom. An old woman told me once that they were wishing trees, planted in the earliest days of the kingdom's existence, and my service to them meant I had only to speak to them, and they would give me whatever I asked.

For myself, I want nothing--wishes too easily become the ruin of those who have them granted--but for you, I would dare all. I ask my two rose trees to make me not only unseen, but unseeable, able to follow wherever you go without detection.

The rose tree sprouts a single bloom, its petals so white and delicate they are almost transparent. When I pluck it from the bush, I disappear from sight. I place it in my buttonhole and move about the gardens, unseen by all who cross my path, even in the brightest sun.

That night, I follow you into the bedroom you share with your sisters, and I hide beneath the largest bed while the room above fills with the sounds of rustling dresses, clinking jewels, and girlish whispers. At last, your eldest sister Aria declares you dressed to perfection and calls for silence.

I creep out from under the bed and find you and your sisters dressed in ballroom finery--silks and satins and twelve pairs of perfectly-mended dancing shoes. I take my place just behind you, and find you more beautiful than ever in this moonlit room.

Aria pulls aside a tapestry, and the blank stone wall suddenly becomes an open doorway leading to a torchlit staircase. You all rush through in single file. I keep close at your heels, afraid that I'll be left behind unseen if I give the door a chance to close.

Aria stands back to hold open the tapestry. I rush past where she stands, afraid she'll follow too close and crash into my unseen form. In doing so, I trod too close to your skirt, and the fabric tears beneath my foot as you take your first steps down the stairs.

You shriek and grab hold of Lyra, standing just before you on the stairs. "Someone stood on my skirt!" you scream.

I hold myself flat against the damp stone wall, heart pounding so fast that I'm certain you hear me.

Aria breezes down the staircase, head held high, the crown princess rolling her eyes at her foolish juniors. "Don't be silly, Tina," Aria says. "I was nowhere near you on the stairs."

You protest that you felt someone on your skirt, but your cries for belief are drowned out by eleven dissenting voices, and they all continue down the staircase. You go only reluctantly, looking back at me--right through me--a thousand times as you go forth. Were it not for the weight of my mission, I would cast off the rose in the hope of a single moment when our eyes could truly meet.

After what seems like a million stairs, we emerge into an open clearing that would look like the outdoors if there was any sight of sky above. Trees tower over us with drops of silver on their branches, like rain upon the leaves. Further down the path is a gold-spattered orchard, each precious drop catching the soft white light that comes from I know not where. Even further beyond is a forest full of diamonds, every stone flashing rainbows that remind me of the fire in your eyes.

The forests are strange, but also strangely unsurprising--as though they've always been here, but simply unseen. Your sisters whisper of the night that this place was wished into existence--a place where they might revel in pure beauty and joy, away from the weighty eyes of the watchful world. But the forest, it seems, is only a prelude--the true marvel is far ahead. We emerge onto the shores of a shimmering lake--so vast, so deep, and so darkly blue that I can see neither the bottom nor the opposite shore. On an island in its center stands a castle so magnificent that it makes your father's palace seem like a paper toy. Its white, sculpted spires glitter with gems in a thousand colors, every brick spangled with precious stones. Its windows hold wonders caught in flawless stained glass. Music sweeter than any I've ever heard pours out its open doors, and the light from within forms a shining path across the lake--upon which float twelve sleek obsidian-colored boats.

Each boat has a boatman who rows swiftly toward the shore, and as they approach, I find that I know all the faces. Every one of these men is a prince who failed at finding your secret--or rather, they found it, and did not return. They are dressed in silks and velvets unlike any I've seen in the outer world, too rich for comprehension. As they slide up to the shore and each offer a place to one of you girls, they wear smiles that shine as bright as your own--but there is also something empty in their eyes.

You, as the youngest, take your place in the very last boat of all, piloted by a king's younger son whose sires have ruled half a continent for centuries. He smiles and bows as he takes you by the hand. The way your eyes light up make me wonder if I've seen what you look like in love.

The prince rows with arms strengthened by a warrior's skill--I doubt he's ever held a shovel in his life--but the other boats still outpace us by far.

"Why are you so slow tonight?" you ask him, half teasing, but with a trace of true annoyance.

"The boat is heavy," he says, "and I know not why."

You glance backward, toward where I sit in the stern, and again, I half-wish you could see me. But I let out a sigh of relief when you turn your eyes back toward the castle and give no further thought to unknowable truths.

We disembark on a dock just beneath the castle entrance, and in moments we are inside the palace of enchantment itself. This is a ballroom beyond what I could imagine--floors of marble streaked with gold and silver, towering windows displaying fantastical birds and beasts, spidery silver chandeliers holding thousands of brightly-lit candles, and at the far end of the room, tables tottering beneath food enough to feed an army, and half a nation besides.

But this splendor is nothing compared to the beauty of the music. It is like a living thing--vibrant, rapturous, all-consuming, pulling all into it like a roaring, flowing river, so the moment one steps through the door, there is nothing one can do but dance. Your prince pulls you into his arms, and your sisters' princes do the same, and soon you are swirling through that wondrous room, beauty and motion and life all brought to their fullness and put into perfect order.

All along the edges of that room are other faces--other princes who've failed at your father's quest--and they all take their turn in the dance. If I thought you alive in the gardens, you are a thousand times more vibrant now, laughing and dancing  so you glow with pure joy. These princes are your perfect partners, matching you with every step, reflecting the glow that you bring to the room. If I ever thought that I could take a place beside them, maybe win your father's wager and claim a princess for my bride, that spark is snuffed by the brightness of your blaze. You are ethereal, almost angelic, and could never be happy with one whose hands are stained from working with the common, solid Earth.

While the princes take their turns, you and your sisters dance without ceasing, and I no longer wonder how you could wear through your shoes in a single night. Those shoes are little more than tatters by the time the last note of the last dance plays, and the twelve of you trudge toward the boats to reach bed. Your princes are silent as they row the boats to the forested shore, and you, Sonantina, do not say a word about his slowness.

When you reach the banks, the prince bids you farewell, then all twelve of them row back to the palace, choosing to stay in the splendor rather than return to the pressures of their ordinary lives. After what I have seen, I cannot blame them for their choice.

But you and your sisters choose to return to your father. You trudge through the diamond, then gold, then silver-speckled forests, and as your sisters file one-by-one up the staircase, I realize that none of this fantastic tale will have a ring of truth unless I have something to bring as proof. I reach toward the nearest tree and snap off a slender branch. It disappears from sight as soon as I touch it to my clothes, but the sound of its breaking rings through that silent wood like a gunshot.

You jump at the sound, and are suddenly wide, wide awake.

"What was that?" you ask your sister.

Aria once again rolls her eyes. "Only an owl," she says. "You know it roosts in the castle at night."

The explanation does not please you, I can tell, but having no other, you fall silent and leave the silver woods behind.

When you are all safely asleep in bed, I slip unseen through the door and make my way invisibly to my small cot in the servants' quarters. When I lay on my bunk, I take off the rose, and my face reappears in the reflection off the washing bowl. I look as I did before I left, though infinitely wearier, and perhaps--though it might only be fancy--I carry something in my eyes of the enchantment of the night.

In my hands sits the branch I broke, its leaves as green, its silver dewdrops as solid, as they were in that fantastical land. I imagine myself taking it to the king at dawn, having triumphed where the sons of kings and emperors have failed.

Then I imagine the you and your sisters standing by. In a horrible flash, the daydream shatters, and I see myself for what I am--a sneak and a spook, who crept uninvited into a strange woman's room to steal evidence that would cut her off completely from the place she loves most in the world. If I have a role in this tale, it is as the villain, not the hero. I have triumphed in discovering the secret, but if I have any love in my heart for you, I cannot think of speaking.

After a short hour's sleep, I awake with the dawn, but I do not go to the king with what I've found.

Instead, I go to the head gardener and get myself assigned the task of bringing the twelve princesses their morning bouquets. I gather careful handfuls of daisies and larkspur and bind them together with handfuls of greenery. I hand them to your sisters one by one as they come bleary-eyed to your bedroom door. When you come to me, last of all, I make sure that your bouquet contains a single silver-spangled branch.

Then, at last, you see me.

[findroleplay]

Hi everyone! :) I'm 21+ and looking for someone 21+ for an original vampire-themed MxM roleplay.

I'm very interested in a plot that involves one of the characters being the sire/maker of the other character but I'm also fine with a "normal" vampire x vampire or even vampire x human (maybe as a familiar/servant?) roleplay.

I don't have any concrete plot in mind so I'm hoping we can come up with something together, but I will include a couple of settings I personally "vibe" with (we do not need to use any of them, though! I'm definitely open to hearing whatever setting/plots you might be interested in).

At the moment I do have some interest in world building/creating lore but it doesn't have to be super in depth (although if you have any great ideas I'm definitely here to brainstorm together to add to them!).

I'm fine with smut but it's not a requirement! We can always fade to black if you prefer :)

If you do want to write smut I want to say that I don't enjoy it when characters "behave" a certain way just because they have certain bedroom preferences and I do not want to basically emulate straight gender norms just with two men (that doesn't mean that one of the characters can't be feminine, of course, just that two men in a relationship will relate to each other differently than a man and a woman).

I prefer 3rd person/past tense when writing. I'm not too picky when it comes to length, as long as replies are at least a couple of lines.

I tend to prefer characters that are a little more "mature", most of my human characters tend to be in their late 30s or 40s. (I know vampires don't have to visually look their age but I thought I'd mention here that I don't really enjoy characters that would make good YA novel protagonists or that would fit into a boy band - no offense to people who enjoy characters like that, of course, but I just generally don't find characters like that compelling).

Some "warnings" to consider before engaging with me: 1) I'm not a native speaker and still pretty new to roleplaying but I'll try my best to keep mistakes to a minimum! 2) I'm not always super available due to work and I live in Europe. Depending on the length of our posts I might reply a couple of times per day or once every two days. I will try to at least reply once a week at minimum!

Now, onto the scenarios/"vibes" I had in mind! (Once again, we don't need to use any of them, I just thought I'd try to give you an idea what sort of plots/settings I tend to enjoy):

New Orleans: I just adore how magical and mysterious New Orleans as a city appears to be. I was thinking this could take place in the 1920s or maybe the modern day. I would love to incorporate some other magical/occult things here (maybe our characters have to deal with witchcraft or other supernatural events). Keywords: mardi gras, bayou, French Quarter, night life, religious guilt, attempts to maintain humanity, alienation from society, voodoo, spirits, magical realism, urban fantasy

Mafia: I'm thinking of maybe one character being the boss and the other being his second in command? Keywords: modern day, penthouses, private jets, sleek sportscars, art galleries, casinos, night clubs, opposing powers, rival vampire gangs

18th century aristocracy: Maybe taking place in either Venice or at the French court. Keywords: masquerade balls, opera houses, palace gardens, political intrigues, Paris catacombs, gondolas

Dark Academia: My first idea was for this to take place sometime during the middle/end of the 19th century with our characters as university professors or researchers. Keywords: uncovering of truths, search for knowledge, secret socities, dark cults and the occult, scholars, traditional gothic horror

I prefer to roleplay on Discord but I'm also fine with trying a different method like e-mails or GDocs.

If you're interested please like this post and I will reach out to you :)

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[mitsukibh]

hi it's me again i'm back. let's plot asap~

you may also know me as dasom's mun...here with a second muse that i always told myself wouldn't happen but no sana, no life. i wrote her bio first, so it's a bit more fleshed out than my app. but as always, tldr and some plot bunnies under the cut. feel free to give this post a nice ♡ and i'll be right over to your dms (discord is also available if that's easier)!

tw: kidnapping, death

background

mitsuki takes up the good ‘ol cyclamen canon: once a promising heir to house of gladiolus, now lives in exile

her parents, high ranking knights themselves, raised her up to be the most skilled of knights with the intention of plotting to make her the next proclaimed heir

as soon as she was able to hold a sword, she was trained to wield it

she lived in seclusion, training day and night, knowing nothing but was told to her by her parents. so up until her qualification test, she truly believed that she was set to inherit a great house of powerful knights, but wasn't allowed to until she could prove herself (you can imagine the embarrassment she felt to learn that that wasn't the case)

she was quick to catch on to the situation and channeled her feelings of hurt and betrayal into her test and passed within her first try. she was praised as a prodigy and granted the title of a 1st class knight

from this point on, mitsuki becomes a more active puppet in her parents’ game, using her age to her advantage and getting closer to the 2 gladiolus children

while she didn’t technically know any of the details of the plan, she still assisted her parents in obtaining the information to put the plan into motion. then she turned a blind eye, following along with whatever her parents had in store (read: she’s just as awful and selfish)

overtime she was promoted to the rank of captain and was even gaining more influence and support as the next proclaimed heir by peers. the only thing stopping the kurokawa’s was the second born/acting heir

and so, another plan to “remove” their current obstacle was currently in motion (presumably worse than the first, considering he was no longer a child) until an unseen complication appeared: the first born was found and announced his return home

one by one, their support grew scarce and quickly dwindled, afraid of the rotten truth of his disappearance coming to light. eventually, however, the kurokawa’s were betrayed and one of their former followers sang to the gladiolus house heads like a bird. after a thorough investigation, they were sentenced to death by execution

they were insistent that mitsuki was innocent and uninvolved, thus her life was spared. however, due to her family’s crimes, she was stripped of her titles and banned from the house of gladiolus, forced to live in exile

she is generally unmotivated now and just wants to live quietly, not attracting any attention to herself

works as a server at the moon tavern to earn some living wages, but generally helps tend to the landlord’s farm land every now and then to show appreciation for him taking her in despite how her circumstances may affect his standing with house of gladiolus

potential plots/connections

natural enemy: she’s selfish and needs someone to blame aside from herself. she’s bitter towards house of gladiolus and anyone affiliated

secret garden: someone who snuck into the kurokawa household when she trained as a child

journey to the past: they once shared the field as fellow gladiolus knights, so you believe that there was more to the story than what was whispered amongst the house of gladiolus

toxic: your muse wants to take advantage of mitsuki’s anger and overthrow the houses with her formidable skills

it’s my first time making an attempt at a potentially darker muse so bare with me pls LOL more ideas will probably come through brainstorming im sure

[findyourrp]

🧛 Hi everyone! :) I'm 21+ and looking for someone 21+ for an original vampire-themed MxM roleplay. I'm very interested in a plot that involves one of the characters being the sire/maker of the other character but I'm also fine with a "normal" vampire x vampire or even vampire x human (maybe as a familiar/servant?) roleplay.

I don't have any concrete plot in mind so I'm hoping we can come up with something together, but I will include a couple of settings I personally "vibe" with (we do not need to use any of them, though! I'm definitely open to hearing whatever setting/plots you might be interested in).

At the moment I do have some interest in world building/creating lore but it doesn't have to be super in depth (although if you have any great ideas I'm definitely here to brainstorm together to add to them!).

I'm fine with smut but it's not a requirement! We can always fade to black if you prefer :)

If you do want to write smut I want to say that I don't enjoy it when characters "behave" a certain way just because they have certain bedroom preferences and I do not want to basically emulate straight gender norms just with two men (that doesn't mean that one of the characters can't be feminine, of course, just that two men in a relationship will relate to each other differently than a man and a woman).

I prefer 3rd person/past tense when writing. I'm not too picky when it comes to length, as long as replies are at least a couple of lines.

I tend to prefer characters that are a little more "mature", most of my human characters tend to be in their late 30s or 40s. (I know vampires don't have to visually look their age but I thought I'd mention here that I don't really enjoy characters that would make good YA novel protagonists or that would fit into a boy band - no offense to people who enjoy characters like that, of course, but I just generally don't find characters like that compelling).

Some "warnings" to consider before engaging with me: 1) I'm not a native speaker and still pretty new to roleplaying but I'll try my best to keep mistakes to a minimum! 2) I'm not always super available due to work and I live in Europe. Depending on the length of our posts I might reply a couple of times per day or once every two days. I will try to at least reply once a week at minimum!

Now, onto the scenarios/"vibes" I had in mind! (Once again, we don't need to use any of them, I just thought I'd try to give you an idea what sort of plots/settings I tend to enjoy):

New Orleans: I just adore how magical and mysterious New Orleans as a city appears to be. I was thinking this could take place in the 1920s or maybe the modern day. I would love to incorporate some other magical/occult things here (maybe our characters have to deal with witchcraft or other supernatural events). Keywords: mardi gras, bayou, French Quarter, night life, religious guilt, attempts to maintain humanity, alienation from society, voodoo, spirits, magical realism, urban fantasy

Mafia: I'm thinking of maybe one character being the boss and the other being his second in command? Key words: modern day, penthouses, private jets, sleek sportscars, art galleries, casinos, night clubs, opposing powers, rival vampire gangs

18th century aristocracy: Maybe taking place in either Venice or at the French court. Keywords: masquerade balls, opera houses, palace gardens, political intrigues, Paris catacombs, gondolas

Dark Academia: My first idea was for this to take place sometime during the middle/end of the 19th century with our characters as university professors or researchers. Keywords: uncovering of truths, search for knowledge, secret socities, dark cults and the occult, scholars, traditional gothic horror

I prefer to roleplay on Discord but I'm also fine with trying a different method like e-mails or GDocs.

If you're interested please like this post and I will reach out to you :)

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[mable-stitchpunk]

How long does it take you to write something ? And how do you stay motivated ? The sheer size your stories have motivated me to try writing more than simple one shots. However it's been a week and I barely got 8k written down despite spending about 4-5 hours a day typing on my phone (because i keep rewriting the same thing like 15 times until i get it to sound right). It feels more like a chore than something that's enjoyable

It actually takes a while. Back when I was doing CGHA and AFLH, I was writing a 5k to 6k chapter a week just about. Recently my chapters have been getting heftier and I've been working two projects at once, so this has slowed it to a typical posting every 1.5-2 weeks instead.

Motivation is a tricky one. See, I try to write every day, but that doesn't mean I make progress every day. In an average week, I might only get one or two days where I get a few thousand words done while I might chisel a few hundred words on others.

So, here's my trick to it-

1. I don't write on ideas until I'm absolutely sure they'll 'take'. I get a lot of ideas that seem interesting and get a lot of inspiration for, but then have them crumble about halfway through. Nowadays, I try to avoid this by plotting ahead and making sure I have most of the story decided on before I begin, so I don't get stuck on a train without a track. That doesn't mean it always works. My rule of thumb is to not seriously tackle a new idea until I have the time. If I'm still interested in it when I have that time, I'll probably have enough motivation to make it through.

2. When I'm working on two projects, their content is vastly different. By which I mean, I wouldn't work on two major FNAF projects at once. Or in original content, I wouldn't work on two novels that shared similar settings, tones, ect. The too much of a good thing rule really applies here. You can easily burn yourself out. I kind of do recommend two projects at once though. Even though it IS more work and can burn you out, it also gives you a second story to work on if you can't work on the one. Sometimes when you're stuck at a point, the best thing is to work it out slowly without stressing out. Second projects give me a reason to take my attention fully off one story and onto another.

3. Indulgence is key. Writing flows a lot faster when you're writing scenes you want to write. Beginnings, transitional scenes, moments where you have to draw away and explain something to the audience are absolutely needed, but can be a little more difficult to work through- at least, I find they are. Moments you're interested in are going to come a lot faster and fill up the wordcount a lot quicker, and you might be surprised, but sometimes audiences love that indulgence as much as you do. The standard story structure tells us to be restrained, but there's nothing wrong with cutting loose.

4. Don't force it. Seriously, a lot of the time I get the feeling that, "I should be writing," but the truth is that you shouldn't write unless you're feeling ready and able. If you're thinking, "I want to do x, but I should write," then go do x. I'm not saying to avoid writing altogether, because I HAVE done that, but it is vital to take breaks and to keep a guiltfree mindset. Otherwise it will get you anxious.

5. Also, take frequent breaks if you're not feeling it. If you are feeling it and are on a roll, keep going!

I would absolutely not recommend anyone sitting down and trying to write thousands of words straight. Even I don't do that. On my most productive days, periods of writing usually come between other activities. Don't stare at a blank page, do something else and brainstorm during it. Works a lot better! ^_^

The thing is, I don't think there's a lot of people who would enjoy writing the way I do. It's very time consuming and more than a little intimidating. Honestly, it would be more beneficial to not write every day and to take more breaks, but this is just sort of the pattern I work on. You've got to find your own pattern that works for you.

Also, when looking at the size of my stories- such as CGHA and AFLH- it's important to remember that they took a long time to write. Both of those stories were being typed up over a process of two years each. I know there's people out there who could do it in half the time, but I honestly couldn't, and I don't think I'd want to.

Writing should be fun and when it is it will show in the work. ^_^

...One last thing.

6. Write when tired. I kid you not, this works. The spelling and grammar might get a little wonky, but you'll find a lot more progress getting done when you're half-asleep. Ever hear how Hemmingway used to say, "Write drunk, edit sober?" (It was actually Peter De Vries, go figure) Well, this is the same premise, except it's a natural thing that's going to happen to you daily anyways. Not saying to stay up all night typing, but if you're feeling groggy sometime, try it out.

And don't give up! :D

[cameronclarkson]

lucien laviscount & he/him/ cismale ‷ watch out , luke emanuel has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 28 years old and celebrate their birthday on october 28th . they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in moonbeam gardens and are currently working as the owner of the wild pony. one thing you should know about them is he does close-up magic as a hobby and totally blames paul rudd in ant-man for it ‷ 

Here we go, a little later than planned, here’s my new child Luke! Give this a like if you’d like to plot 😆 Connections are just basic, I’m always up for brainstorming something.

Name: Luke Emanuel Nicknames: None Age: Twenty-eight Date of birth: 28th October 1994 Birth place: Roswell, New Mexico Occupation: Owner of The Wild Pony Romantic/sexual orientation: Undisclosed/pansexual

ABOUT.

Luke was born and raised in Roswell to wealthy parents who were never around, meaning he was parented by nannies opposed to them. Moonbeam Gardens was where he lived whenever there.

Sports were his calling during school and in high school we was, of course, captain of the football team. He didn’t really know much else. His popularity and wealth got the better of him, made him cocky. 

His attitude came to a head during his senior year of high school, he pushed his luck a little too far. A relationship with a younger student (Winter Carver) had never really been the best of ideas and as he grew bored of her age instead of breaking things off, he chose to cheat continuously until he could no longer get away with it. Apparently the cheerleaders at school didn’t care. Safe to say it didn’t end well.

He considered taking a year out as college approached, but in the end he received a scholarship to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and joined the Rebels football program.

As the years passed his interest in sport waned and his attitude to relationships and actually having and keeping other people in his life changed entirely. People from home really wouldn’t have recognised him.

He picked up a job at a bar in one of the casinos, spent his evenings learning to make fancy cocktails and the tricks that went along with them. During the day he switched from football to business management and found himself a new dream. Then there was Kaley, the object of his affection, although things only last 3 months or so.

It was when he’d graduated and was contemplating moving out of Vegas again that things changed quite dramatically. To him, Circe Delfino was like a whirlwind, she came out of nowhere and swept him away. It was unlike anything he’d ever known, but he was happy. He kept the job at the bar, worked his way up to management and stayed put.

Eventually he proposed and things seemed perfect. They just clicked, they worked, this was the real deal... as far as he was concerned anyway. Then she disappeared. Without a word she was gone. It was over. Some would call it poetic justice.

Several months later he moved back to Roswell. He worked his way around the bars in town, gaining experience, figuring things out, and then he noticed that The Wild Pony was up for sale. It was an easy decision and his parents owed him after the shitty upbringing they’d provided. The money was his and a month later, so was the bar.

Since then he’s been working flat out in a bid to get over Circe. He’s dated on and off but no one ever comes close, although he really does try. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s fallen back into old habits a little, but what does it matter when no one ever matches up?

HEADCANONS.

Fell a little in love with magic while working at the casinos in Vegas, although it wasn’t until he watched Ant-Man and the Wasp that he decided to give it a try himself.

He hates romcoms with a passion. Don’t try and make him watch one.

Has quite the voice, but tends to keep that under wraps. He enjoyed indulging while he was away from home though.

Plays football on the weekends and is the assistant coach to an under 10′s junior team in Roswell.

Luke is a complete technophobe, so anything involving the computer in the back office is a complete nightmare to him —- he’ll deal with the customers thank you very much.

CONNECTIONS.

- cousins - ex-fiancée (circe delfino) - high school ex (winter carver) - high school friends - close friends - staff at the wild pony - regular punters - neighbours - ex hook-ups/flings/etc. - those he’s attempted to date

[inorganicone2230]

It’s baaaaaaack!!! 😅 A new/old plot bunny...

So, some of you might remember this or you might not, or you might even be totally unaware of this little plot bunny, but six or seven months ago, I had this idea for Kai as a Japanese feudal warlord/daimyo and it just would NOT leave me alone! Now it’s back with a vengeance because me and my husband recently started watching Age of Samurai on Netflix and I’m going to re-share the idea, because if I have to suffer through this eating away at my brain then so do all of you! LOL! 😂

So imagine this:

Imagine that everything is the same as in canon (he’s an orphan taken in and raised by Pops and becomes power hungry only to later usurp the position as head) but instead of modern times it’s set sometime in the 14-1500’s and instead of it being a Yakuza organization that he’s apart of, it’s a powerful and noble samurai clan/house.

Kai believes that his lord’s (Pops) benevolent and just way of ruling their lands is a sign of weakness and eventually he decides that something needs to be done about it and he makes the difficult decision to usurp and kill his beloved father figure. Sometime after taking control and establishing himself as the new lord, he decides one day to go for a ride alone in the woods to clear his mind, but an accident happens and he ends up getting thrown from his horse, injuring himself in the process and passing out.

When he finally wakes up, he is surprised to find himself in a shabby, but clean and well maintained hut. He aches all over and then he hears the faint sound of singing from outside the door, right before a beautiful young woman walks in, happy to see that he’s awake as she begins inquiring as to how he’s feeling. She tells him that she found him unconscious in the forest and managed to get him back to her home for treatment since she is something of an apothecary/physician. Kai realizes that she has no idea who he is, having never seen the new lord in person. She recognizes the clan crest on his clothing, but simply assumes that he’s a vassal or a servant of the house and doesn’t think anything of it. Kai knows that and plans to use it to his advantage since he is sure that if she knew who he truly was, that she wouldn’t be so relaxed and informal with him, but he finds her to be a breath of fresh air in an otherwise filthy, war-torn world and he immediately thinks that this is how she should always be. Happy, bright, energetic and full of smiles only for him and after a few more hours of having her diligently fuss and worry over him, he deems himself fit enough to leave and goes back to his shiro to plan accordingly for the new Lady’s arrival.

He takes a month or so to get everything ready for her, refurbishing his rooms, having clothes commissioned for her as well as whatever else a woman of that time might need, he even has a private garden built for her that she can tend to all on her own after he remembers the pride she seemed to take in hers. He sends soldiers out to keep an eye on her and when he deems everything ready, he has Hari and those same soldiers go and tell her that her lord has ordered her presence at the shiro but not to tell her why.

I have plenty of ideas for this one so if anyone has any questions or wants the details or to brainstorm, send in an ask or shoot me a message!

[isabclas]

( aurora ruffino, cis woman, she/her, 26) ** ♔ announcing ISABELA LEON, the PRINCESS OF SPAIN ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble AURORA RUFFINO. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years, considering they are IMPETUOUS, SANGUINE, and PERSISTENT. i hope the plague has not changed them. they are FOR working together with the other kingdoms (kara she/her, 23, est)

hello, hello! my name is kara & i’m beyond excited to be apart of this group! i’ll be in the discord as soon as i can get into it & we can plot there, or if you want to plot asap you can message me on tumblr!

𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝐺𝑈𝐸

princess isabela was born on a sunny september morning, the fourth child to her parents and the youngest daughter they would have.

she was a happy child; her parents did not prioritize her betrothal prospects or strict education, as it was unlikely for her to ever take the throne. this being said, she was able to focus more on playing in the garden and teasing her siblings (she was quite annoying as a little sister). 

with her responsibilities being less abundant than her older siblings, isabela could often times be blissfully ignorant to the dangers of the world; she did not always protect own safety and tended to accidentally place herself in harm’s way more times than her parents had wished.

growing up, she never understood why she was allowed to have all of the things she had but others had to work day and night just to feed their families; again, it was that blissful ignorance to how things really worked, and she found herself becoming relentlessly philanthropic to the people.

an example that describes her best is when she was twelve years old, and once noticed a rabbit lying on the ground, clearly hurt from a leg injury, as she was riding in a carriage with her family. isabela jumped from the moving carriage without warning, hurting herself in the process, and scooped up the injured animal to take with her. her parents were so angry with her, for not only hurting herself but for her lack of etiquette that a princess was supposed to possess.

but that was exactly who isabela was; she had a passion for helping others but not always the smartest or safest methods of doing so.

her behavior created difficulty for her parents as she came of age; her reputation amongst stuffy royals was that she was irresponsible and naive, and that she couldn’t be a good match for a prestigious marriage.

as she grew older, isabela was able to mellow out, becoming more mindful of her safety while still wanting to help others in any way she could. but her impulsivity is something she had a hard time suppressing.

𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝐺𝑈𝐸

the plague drained isabela; she had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that it was unsafe for her to house sick people. every days she listened in on the updates her family would receive, dread washing over her as outside informants described the terrors of what was going on outside of their locked-up castle. a few times she had contemplated escaping and bringing food to the towns, but she eventually reminded herself that she valued her life, and that she surely could either die from plague or be killed out there if she went.

after the death of her sister-in-law, isabela was heartbroken for her elder brother, but mostly for her baby niece. she adored the infant and had a hard time with the idea that she would not grow up knowing her sweet mother; but it was some consolation that isabela and her two sisters could be there to pick up the pieces.

her family changed since then. her brother was no longer the same man he once was, and her sister became somewhat of a de facto ruler for him. it seemed that their innocent and happy lives became quite serious and draining.

on a brighter note, isabela adores france; she finds it to be beautiful, and she’s always loved to travel. however, the circumstances are grim and she misses home dearly. 

she may not have much of a role in the decision-making in france, but one thing she does know is that she wants to restore optimism in the people; and that has become her purpose.

𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆

childhood friend. this would be somebody that has known isabela since they were children, and saw all of her antics and behaviors growing up -- and probably even participated in them. they could have either remained close friends or drifted, we can brainstorm that though.

former betrothal prospect. when isabela was young, her status as a princess afforded her many prospects in the way of marriage, but none of them really stuck. this could be someone that almost did stick, but something happened and it just didn’t work out.

former puppy love. i could see isabela having some kind of youthful romance with somebody as a teenager, whether it had been through love letters to somebody who lived far away or sneaking out of the castle to meet someone in spain.

guard. considering isabela’s impulsivity, she has always had someone appointed to look out for her and protect her. this could be a newly appointed guard or someone she’s had for years.

best friend / confidant. everybody needs a best friend; i’m thinking this could be somebody that isabela has known for a long time and trusts dearly.

[cwnjihoon]

hi ! it’s just me, em (aka cwnjaejin’s mun torturing herself as always orz). tbh i wasn’t really expecting jihoon to be accepted so i’m sort of prepared but not really if that makes any sense... he does have a bio but i have yet to even do his plots sooo.. not fully prepared BUT he’ll definitely be easier to work with compared to asshat jaejin because this boy right here is sweet and just doesn’t care about the throne AT ALL. c: basically, jihoon is like a revamp of an old muse i once had (with the same fc because why not?), though he’s got a different name and, of course, is in a different au than the old muse was. ANYWAYS, i’ll list some need-to-know facts below as well as some potential ideas for plots. if anyone is interested, feel free to like this post or shoot me a dm on either dc (♡ em#5224) or twitter (@ykhsoul) and we can get something going ! i won’t be around for long tonight because it’s late and i’m tired but once i’ve slept (and caught up on replies for @cwnjaejin) i’ll be around to really get things officially going for my sweet boy here. <3

basic info that helps show how much of a ‘boyfriend material’ boy that he is:

his name is kang jihoon

he’s from the kingdom of clovers and is a tier 2 prince

he’s a christmas baby about to be 26 in a few months (someone celebrate his birthday with him when the time comes because his parents don’t and you’ll know why very soon!)

he has no desire whatsoever at going for the throne, in fact the only reason why he even has gotten as far as he has is because his parents have been controlling him his whole life and are forcing him to go after the throne.

he has even tried reasoning with them, telling them multiple times over the years that he doesn’t want to be some prince, or possibly king someday, that he just wants to live his life doing what he dreams of. sadly, his parents are greedy and hungry for power and the benefits that come with sitting on the throne and could care less what jihoon wants, resulting in him being nothing more than some ‘puppet’ to them.

really, he doesn’t receive any love from the two yet he still managed to grow up into the fine man that he is today. sweet, caring, giving... basically the perfect ‘boyfriend material’ that others dream of having.

when he’s not being controlled by his parents, jihoon loves racing his horse either on his own or with his friends. it’s his way of relaxing and feeling as if he’s free from the shackles that his parents have on him, even if it is just for a few hours. his only way of feeling some sort of freedom and happiness in his life.

this boy will put others before himself. seriously, he’s even willing to help others go for the throne so that he has even lesser of a chance at getting it. though, apparently he’s one of the most eligible to be next in line and it’s all due to him being unable to really rebel against his parents. so in the end, it seems as if he is actually wanting to compete, but trust me, he doesn’t want any of it.

usually when he’s not taking lessons, jihoon is either out on his horse or even bathing her and brushing her (of course there’s staff members who could easily do this but not only does he enjoy doing this all himself but Yuki doesn’t allow anyone to come near her besides jihoon. they have a special bond). when he’s not doing either of those, you can probably find him under a shaded area alone either enjoying nature or reading.

he isn’t someone who will sit there and voice his own complaints about things, really he’s sort of just given up long ago when he realized that his parents wouldn’t even listen to him, so he mostly keeps his worries to himself but is someone who will listen to others complain for hours and do his best to give advice.

his appearance always seems to be neat, even when he’s been riding Yuki and his hair should be a mess...it stays perfect somehow and it’s a mystery to his friends on how he manages to keep it this way. (i did this because i like messing with my muses so just roll with it.)

really he’s just the sweetest bean ever and one of the few muses that i love so i promise not to hurt him...too much c:

some plot ideas and connections that could possibly happen?:

muse spots jihoon either under a tree reading or in the garden tending to the flowers

muse sees him bathing and brushing Yuki’s mane and approaches him either thinking he’s one of the staff or even knows who he is and asks why he’s doing this himself

maybe some sort of love interest? either it’s unrequited on his part or theirs, or mutual but both just don’t know (would need either a few threads to build up the latter option or some heavy plotting)

muse ends up somehow injured and jihoon happens to be walking by at that moment, stopping to help because he can’t just leave them there to suffer

muse can’t stand jihoon, thinking he really is after the throne despite him telling them that he isn’t, and is determined to find any way to get him to either confess or find evidence that he’s faking it

maybe a sibling that either really wants the throne and can’t stand that jihoon has more of a chance, or even is trying to help him get out of this whole mess that their parents have forced him into all these years

someone please question how his hair always stays so perfect even when it’s not styled. it could be funny.. lol

idk anything else rn because i’m falling asleep so... yeah, i’m also down for brainstorming as well really. my ideas are dumb 99% of the time anyways. orz

[but-first--tea]

LFRP: Omori Kaya

THE BASICS

Full name: Omori Kaya

Pronunciation: Oh-Moh-Ree   Kay-Uh  (Omori is her surname, Kaya is her given name)

Nicknames: n/a

Height:  5'6" (quite tall for a midlander hyur)

Age:  “A lady never reveals her age.” (adult)

Nameday: 32nd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon

Languages: Doman, Common

Occupation: Not getting caught.

Current Residence: "Traveling abroad.“ (Basically living a tourist’s life in Eorzea, hoping to never be called out as the fraud she is. She’ll spend time as someone’s guest here, staying in a hotel elsewhere the next month, etc…)

Relationship Status: While she has never actually been married, the identity of the woman she pretends to be is a young widow and heiress. (Single)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Pale, silvery grey

Skin tone: Fair

Body type: Slender, athletic but not in an obvious way.

Scars: none

Accent: Doman

Posture

Poised, athletic– though she’s no master shinobi, she is her mother’s daughter. Her training began at the age of four, and it’s still evident in the way she moves, observes, and behaves. Others who have trained would likely notice it easily. She carries herself with quiet dignity, and moves (or refuses to) deliberately, as if she expects each action to be read for significance, and takes great care not to reveal too much unintentionally. Though, in the very rare instances when she lets down her guard, this facade can fade away, revealing that she’s still a girl who can be amused, and charmed, and is easily mesmerized by beautiful places and things.  

Accessories

She’s almost never seen without jewelry, though all of it is merely decorative– the trappings of the life she’s stepped into. None of it is personal, or carries meaning beyond appearing as she’s expected to.

Apparel

Her taste ranges from the classically dramatic to the outright exotic- not out of a sense of vanity, but in an appreciation of what is more or less wearable art.  She most frequently wears black and white, though she also favors blue and occasionally red. In keeping with her heritage, she tends toward modesty in her dress. Of course, most of these clothes once belonged to a woman whose identity she has stolen, and she’s begun to add Eorzean fashions to her wardrobe to stand out less.  The more she blends in, the fewer questions about her past she needs to dodge...

CHILDHOOD

Place of Birth: Doma

Siblings: none she knows of

Parents: The samurai Masanari and an Imperial Shadow named Harue, though Kaya has never known her biological father, as she was still less than a year old when he disappeared.

Upbringing: Raised initially by her mother, and later trained by grandmother once her affinity for magic became apparent. (More details can be found in her character history.)

PERSONAL

Personality

Outwardly, she is polite and mysterious, with a demeanor ranging from businesslike toward strangers, to an unexpected sort of mischievous and rebellious streak around the rare soul she’s begun to feel comfortable around. She’s evasive and distant. She rarely connects with others easily, which leads to most people assuming she’s either very shy, or rather snobbish, at first impression. She doesn’t trust easily, isn’t prone to showing any emotion in public if she can avoid it, and is often the one who, from an outward appearance, seems to be just another quiet wallflower enjoying the view.

Beneath the surface, however, she feels everything perhaps far too much, watches everyone with the wariness of someone who knows all too well what people are capable of, and deeply craves the connections to others she doesn’t seem to be able to form easily. She’s always searching for the few who can see the world the way she does- as something equally beautiful as it is deadly, meant to be lived in, not just endured. She’s a powder keg of passions always kept under a tight lid, hidden away for safe keeping.

Still, she is difficult to anger, and it’s a cold anger when it happens. She knows that engaging in violence and revealing her training would likely break character entirely, and being discovered as a fraud wouldn’t end well for her. As a result, she’ll try to think her way out of any situation, instead.

Motivations/Goals

If asked what she wants more than anything else in the world, she’d probably say to be able to do what she wanted, not what she was told, or allowed, or expected to. She craves freedom in all its definitions, but nearly always denies it to herself out of fear or pragmatism. While playing the role of a young, noble heiress she feels the restraints of her gilded cage all too keenly. She must behave in the way one raised to the role would be expected to. As a result, she finds small ways to rebel that aren’t likely to be noticed. Her fierce and defiant nature, thus repressed, will see her doing seemingly pointless things like rearranging the furniture in hotel rooms, stealing small items she could easily afford, or finding ways to secretly get even with those who have behaved poorly.

Financial Status

Ostensibly wealthy, though not one gil of it was ever truly hers. Still, she feels no guilt in obtaining the Omori family’s accounts considering they would have otherwise been seized by the Garlean government following Lord Omori’s assassination.

She has been quietly seeking a way to invest ‘her’ money in a way that would  divorce it from her stolen inheritance, make it more truly hers, and greatly reduce the risk of losing everything should her false identity be uncovered.

Weapons

While she was raised to the blade and bow for most of her childhood, she hides her training and doesn’t carry a weapon openly, if at all. If cornered and forced to defend herself, she’d mostly likely attempt to disarm an opponent and steal theirs, or improvise.

Vices

Seemingly none, as she has striven to present herself as a woman of proper graces. However, she is prone to self-indulgence and spending far too much gil merely because she can, which she considers a vice in herself and tries to resist.

Likes

People who are intelligent, interesting, vibrantly passionate and alive. Watching people do things that require specialized skill, especially combat training or constructing something.

Constructive debate and interesting challenge. Trying/learning new things.

Music, dancing. She’s often wished she could play an instrument, but has never learned to.

Nature, gardens, fireflies, birds, waterfalls, the ocean/seaside. Traveling to anywhere with a spectacular view or vibrant culture. Learning about said cultures.

Exotic spiced foods or just about anything she hasn’t tasted before that doesn’t look absolutely disgusting. Tea. Fruits, chocolate, and spiced cider or tea. Have I mentioned tea?

Unusual crystals and/or gemstones. While she’s generally unfazed by wealth or status, she appears to be positively mesmerized by sparklies.

Dislikes

Politics, rumor mongering, cattiness, insults, and general poor behavior.

People who think getting drunk is the best kind of fun to be had.

Addictive drugs, and those who sell them.

Being forced to do anything, feeling not in control over her own life.

Overly objectifying unwanted attention, awkward social situations/obligations/expectations.

Being cold, biting insects.

Hobbies

Reading, especially the arcane.

Learning the history of different places and cultures.

Collecting small, easily transportable items (generally clothing or jewelry) in local styles from each new place she visits.

Pets: None, currently.  She once had a magpie as a pet when she was younger, and maintains a fondness for birds of all kinds.

RP HOOKS

She’s looking (quietly) for a way to launder, er... invest her money to gradually eliminate the need to rely on her stolen identity and foreign contacts for access to funds. Have an opportunity?

A trusted lady’s maid, retainer, or guard type to help her maintain appearances. 

It’s possible that someone from her past in Doma might recognize her, or perhaps have known the real Omori Kaya.

The woman she is impersonating is an ill-fit for her. She is fierce, independent, and rebellious... the exact opposite of the demure and soft character her stolen identity demands. But, her mother risked everything to secure her new identity, and she won’t cast it off unless forced to. Still, she isn’t perfect. Someone could catch her in a mistake, and become curious...

The Lady Omori Kaya appears elegant, mysterious, ...and wealthy. Potential suitors aren’t unlikely. (Romance is an option, though she’ll be hard to pin down at first, for obvious reasons.)

She has a (stolen) soulstone in her possession, and has been working to unlock its secrets. 

Open to brainstorming other connections, past associations, or jumping into -your- existing plot!

OOC

I make my own schedule. I can be available pretty much any time from 8 am to 9pm CST. Sadly, I can rarely do late nights because I need to do that sleeping thing.

OOC communication is a priority for me.

I have been RPing for 20+ years. I am comfortable with both in game or Discord RP, and anything from short, quick posts to multi para. I do this because I enjoy writing!

I am not interested in random ERP outside of a long-term character interaction. I do love writing ships as long as there's strong chemistry between the characters, and both the character and the writer of said character are mature adults. However,I will not consider ships with alt or AU characters, as this is my one and only RP character. (No multi-shipping.)

I prefer a RP style that works with what is plausible within the scope of the lore. I'm open to creativity, as long as it makes sense. I prefer to stay away from void-heavy, AU, inserts from other universes, and anything involving cross-breeding with non-playable races/beings. (These are only my personal preferences, and everyone else is free to do whatever they like!)

Absolutely no: rape, harm to children, or graphic torture.

I do enjoy game content as well, and prefer company over doing so alone! I am currently sitting in my own personal FC house, but would consider joining a real FC if it makes sense for my character. 

Confession: I probably spend way too much time decorating virtual houses. 

[giggles-and-freckles]

I have one thing to say (make that two)

You are such a brilliant writer and I love love loveee your fics! They are absolutely wonderful even though they make me sad :( but in a good way :)

Point numero deux: ouch :(

Oh one last thing,

So for school, we are supposed to be thinking about a start for a short story we are going to write and I was wondering if you had any tips on how to think about plot lines, dialogue, anything?

<3

Oh my goodness, hello, this is so kind!! 🥺🥰 I’m happy to bring any sort of emotion–be it happy or sad...

As for writing advice–oooh. These are such great questions and I just feel so unqualified to answer because I’m chaotic evil when it comes to writing haha. I’m sure you can find way better advice from a multitude of better/more organised writers on here, but I’ll give it a shot, using the basic tips I tend to stick to! :)

Brainstorming: all of my brainstorming happens via sticky notes or the notes app on my phone. If I’m working, I scribble an incomplete thought onto a sticky note and stick it to my desk. If I’m going about my day in some other way, I open the notes app on my phone where I have a huge app with about 70 random fic ideas. 

What comes first: for me, it’s always dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. If you’ve ever read anything of mine, you probably already know how much of a crutch this is for me, but that’s just the reality I live in haha. I’ve been trying to challenge myself to write beyond that recently, but it’s tough. My wit is one of my only good qualities, so normally that wiggles it’s way in to my characters’ conversations. 

When I get an idea for an exchange of banter, angsty back-and-forth, or maybe just a great one-liner...I write that first. Dialogue is always my favourite so getting that on the paper first makes writing fun. For me, at least. Some people are incredible at painting scenes and establishing iconic metaphors or dropping some gut-wrenching descriptions. It’s just not my ish, sadly. But I’m working on it!!

A lot of wips look like this until I go fill in the gaps:

“Your lying skills have only deteriorated over time, young one.” Obi-Wan...in a tired but sassy way? Smiling maybe? Or too soon.....

“So has your hairline, old one.” Ahsoka. Smirk or grin?

Plot lines: ha. Yikes. So, I’m notoriously bad at plots, which is why I mostly stick to one-shots. But with the one multi-chapter I have going right now (so obviously not very experienced advice hahah), I made an outline. Which is just absolutely wild, considering I am the least organised writer ever. For this, I jotted out little plot points that I knew I wanted to include, leading up to the ending that I already had in place. For this particular fic, the ending is why I wrote it at all, so I actually ended up writing the entire last chapter first haha. But the first part of my outline looks like this–

Obi bringing ani home and awkward move-in (room switch?)

Breakfast? ‘what do nine-year-olds even EAT?’

Obi choosing not to cut his hair (bc of QG but he doesn’t realise that yet)

Obi giving ani a tour of temple and running into soka

Soka being blunt about the “old padawan”

Obi and ani argument over <something>

Obi wandering temple and thinking about qui-gon

Obi council meeting “worried about you” “im fine”

Obi runs into ahsoka on way back giggling in gardens with friends

Super incoherent and basic, but I wrote out a long bullet outline like that first and then grouped things together into rough chapters. Sometimes, I write more for a scene than I intended, so I’ll bump a tiny plot to the next chapter. But it helps me stay linear and focused. On that same document (beneath the outline), I have random bits of dialogue that I know I want to include, but don’t have a home for yet.

All in all, if your thing is super plotty, I think the most important bit of advice is to begin with the end in mind. Writers (me, I’m talking about me) have a nasty habit of thinking the plot will find them–and sometimes it does. But, personally, I’d rather have the plot skeleton there, so I can spend my extra efforts developing the characters and relationships.

As for thinking about plot lines in general: draw inspiration from things you love!! The multi-chapter I mentioned above is shamelessly a product of me watching Monster’s Inc. and cackling at how fumbling and awkward Sully is with Boo because what’s a child!!! But from that comes the absolute sweetest relationship. So I thought: what if Obi-Wan knew Ahsoka before TCW...when she was a youngling? What would that dynamic be like? And just kind of rolled with it. I hope that people reading that story don’t think to themselves ‘well this is just a Monster’s Inc. AU!!!!’ because it’s certainly strayed so far from that original idea. And since you’re a fellow creative, I sense you won’t have that issue either 😉

Anyway, that was a lot of rambling that probably wasn’t all that helpful, but I would love to open this up to any of my other writer friends!!! If you have things that work for you, please feel free to add on to this! I’m absolutely positive I’ll learn something new myself 🎉

And anon–when you finish this project...if you’re feeling brave, maybe consider posting it on here and tagging me! I’d love to read it!! 🥰❤️

[natesfm]

❛ ✶ ( DYLAN O'BRIEN , CIS MALE , HE / HIM ) . who the hell is blasting SUNFLOWER by POST MALONE & SWAE LEE at one in the morning ? nevermind , that’s just NATHAN “NATE” CARPENTER from 1515 . apparently , they are a TWENTY - FOUR year old LITTLE LEAGUE COACH from QUEENS, NEW YORK , and they’ve been living at the complex for FIVE YEARS . i heard they can be a bit - FIXATING , but they make up for it by being so + STALWART — which makes sense , considering that they are a ARIES ! when i think of them , i imagine WELL - WORN BASEBALL EQUIPMENT , SHELVES OVERFLOWING WITH FIRST PLACE TROPHIES , & NIKE SWEATPANTS WITH LOOSE HANDFULS OF SUNFLOWER SEEDS SPILLING OUT OF THE POCKETS . and of course , don’t forget to follow them at ( @TWENTYNATE ) ! ooc . sam , 23 , est , she / her .

hello everyone!  i’m sam and i’m super excited to introduce my muse! he’s a temporarily sidelined baseball player who’s currently coaching his childhood little league team. cue the 🥺 emojis there’s some info about him under the cut. if you choose to read, then please enjoy and feel free to message me if you would like to plot! 

STATS

FULL NAME: nathan gage carpenter. NICKNAMES: nate, penny. GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis male + he / him DOB + AGE: march 31st, 1996 + twenty - four ZODIAC: aries HOMETOWN: queens, new york ( queens village ) OCCUPATION: mlb player ( shortstop for the new york yankees, #28 ) little league coach FUN FACTS: he’s ambidextrous and has a pet cat named benny

HISTORY

nathan gage “nate” carpenter  was born and raised in queens, new york. his mother is an nyu - educated botanist who runs a popular gardening blog and his father owns and operates a sports bar in their neighborhood. he’s the eldest of two children as he has one younger sister who was adopted. 

he’s the paternal grandson of drillin’ duvall carpenter, a notable power hitter and hall of fame inductee who won three consecutive world series titles while playing for the oakland a's in the 70s, and the son of joziah “joe” carpenter, who played for the new york yankees and won four world series titles with the team — the most notable of these being his first in 1996, as it was also the year that his eldest child and only son was born. ( nate was just a few days shy of seven months old when he witnessed the game 6 victory at yankee stadium. ) 

his father officially retired from baseball in the year 2000. with most of his final earnings put into purchasing the family home and funding his new business venture ( opening up a sports bar in their queens village neighborhood ), it was a comfortable, but modest life from then on. nate was five years old when his parents adopted his sister, who would be the fourth and final addition to the family.

he was being taught how to swing a bat before he could even walk, but nate officially started playing baseball when his father signed him up for little league at the age of four, and he took to it immediately. he was good at it, his natural talent soon enhanced by skills achieved through lots of practice. as he grew up, baseball would go from a beloved hobby to his main focus, as well as his favorite thing in the world.

nate’s dad is the quintessential overbearing sports parent, except for the fact that he was never necessarily trying to live vicariously through his child. four - time world series champion joe carpenter didn’t feel unfulfilled ; he was training his son to carry on the family legacy just as his father had done with him. he meant well. he wanted to see nate succeed, but as a child on the receiving end of the relentless and often harsh criticism, nate couldn’t see that. their relationship would grow more and more strained with each passing year. 

from winning the little league world series to the 18u baseball world cup with the united states national team, his impeccable record + stats were garnering a lot of attention before he was even in high school. he received several scholarship offers and wound up at a posh private school in the area where he made the varsity baseball team as a freshman and became team captain as a junior. ( fun fact : he was also running back on his high school football team but he wasn’t as good at that. ) credited with leading the team to two championship wins during his captaincy, rumors were swirling as his graduation approached : talk of him being drafted by the mlb right out of high school and he was.

he was chosen as the first round draft pick of the new york yankees in the 2014 mlb draft. he chose to sign with the team right away instead of accepting one of the many offers he had received from universities all over the country, entering the minor leagues where he would be named an all - american athlete and continue adding big numbers to his record. 

he was called up to the yankees in 2018 and he was doing great ( although he could do without the constant comparisons to the other carpenter men of baseball ) … until about six months ago, aka when he tore his right ucl ( his elbow ) during spring training. with the injury, surgery, and healing time he would require, it was predicted that he would have to miss most of the season, which has rung true so far. the last six months have been the longest he’s gone without playing baseball since the age of four. he was crushed when he first received the diagnosis, but recently he’s become a lot more impatient and, most prominently, bored.

he needed something that would keep him occupied, but where he wouldn’t be risking undoing any of his healing, so he’s currently coaching his childhood little league team! he should be cleared to return to training soon, and he’s really looking forward to that, but he’s also worried that he’s really gonna miss coaching. :/

nate is married to desirae “dizzy” kim, who lives in his apartment with him. they’ve known each other their entire lives, starting out as best friends who literally lived right next door to each other and then later on developing into high school sweethearts. they’ve been exclusively dating since they were teenagers and finally got married right before moving to astoria, so a about five years ago. despite all of the time that they’ve known each other and been together, most people still think of the pair as being stuck in the honeymoon phase because they’re just so mushy and in love. their friends probably roll their eyes at them all the time, but then they’re also the go - to couple for relationship advice even though they’re not even really good at it.

PERSONALITY

do no harm but take no shit

he’s the go - to call when one of his friends needs help moving furniture or a ride home at two in the morning because he’s the kind of person who’s happy to help and who always follows through when he says that he’s going to do something.

HOWEVER, mistaking his kindness for weakness would be a huge error. he’s a little bit of a pushover, but take it too far and he’ll notice and he won’t just accept it.

the type of person to wake up at 5am to go for a run and just pop a dislocated bone back into place all by himself. he’s tougher than he seems and tougher than he thinks, so this injury situation has been really difficult for him.

kiiiinda socially awkward : baseball is his entire life so it’s basically all he knows how to talk about. he’s naturally shy and doesn’t tend to initiate conversations anyway, although when he is approached he’s always polite. 

once he befriends someone, he tends to instinctively take on a slightly playful, protective older brother role with them. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

his adoptive sister * wc on the main!

cousins ( most likely from nyc / the east coast, but otherwise anything goes for this! )

friends ( from childhood, unlikely, protective, drifted apart, etc )

someone he’s a good influence on

someone who tries to be a bad influence on him

fans

frenemies / former friends / enemies

these are just some base ideas and i’m definitely open to brainstorming!

[feysooah]

HIHI ! 

I go by Fany & she/her -- it’s been a looong time since I rped so honestly pretty excited to be here and get this muse on the road :> no lie it’ll probably take me a bit to adjust and get in the groove of things so forgive my extra slowness but I’d love to plot n chat with all of you peeps like actually please lets !! do have a profile page up you’re free to check ( still being worked on shh ), and a rules page that’s really just more an info dump about rping with this mun & muse and some stuff about me in general if you’re curious ye

don’t have any plots up for grabs sadly, yet, but brainstorming is much welcome

here’s some tidbits about muse that might be helpful in the meanwhile tho ;

to start off, where she actually comes from;

From where her lineage diverged the Gwan bloodline has notoriously been known as very powerful divination magick practitioners within the Kyegeum house

alongside being super cordial with other houses and often the other genera as well, but generally aloof in matters that did not strictly concern them. this extended to the normal world and society as well

this was especially true for her grandpa, Gwan Youngchul

who ended up being turned in a surprise attack from a werewolf when the man had been out with his familiar companion -- Seok -- who despite best efforts could not save the witch from this sudden fate, could not stop their treasured bond severing

and despite managing to keep Youngchul alive through the whole ordeal, it would not take long ( if anything, suspiciously quick ) for a certain group of hunters to get whiff of the circumstance and swiftly rid off the ex-witch

Perhaps one bright side to look at was that he was able to communicate last wishes, some of which had already been written on letters hidden for the chance of an unlucky situation such as the one they were currently in arising. one of the wishes being a plea to protect his only daughter Jiyeong

At a tender age of seventeen Jiyeong took the news with surprising grace, not to say she wasn’t devastated and cried but what seemed to be request of her father to bond with his familiar was accepted after a moment of thinking it over, and bonding ritual decided to take place within the week

Jiyeong’s mother had been the one to mainly oversee her training once abilities started manifesting, a Kyegeum witch herself, with very different abilities compared to her husband

It was perhaps no surprise then that Jiyeong became very adamant not long after father’s death to focus studies and abilities on what her father had been so revered for; divination

something his older sister, Jiyeong’s aunt, was known for as well and gladly helped the girl with alongside taking the widowed family under her wing and protection

Jiyong followed after her father’s footsteps in many other things, most notably making friends and upholding favorable relations to the other houses, other genera as well

was endlessly fond of nature magic too, had an abundance of flowers and plants in every nook and cranny, a beautiful garden she tended to with care

many would even say she was touched by the sun itself, vibrant and warm soul she was, nurturing not with only plants but people themselves

eventually met a man who slowly swept Jiyeong off her feet, and not but a few years later they had a child, naming her Sooah. my muse. we’ll get to her in a bit I promise ._.

the man aka Dad is a human, just plain ole’ human. orphaned at a young age so while they wouldn’t know for certain if he has any sliver of witchy magic in him it’s unlikely

insists he fell in love with Jiyong at first sight pretty much. which is frankly understandable she was such a lovely person ;u;

was surprisingly chill about all the, well, witch stuff and whatnot, very curious too but also did want her to be careful and if possible not be that involved with that world

for about next 10 years things went on fairly normally, ya know, living the happy family life, going to work, mingling with the magical side of society

then she started getting sick every so often, out of the blue, however nothing even remotely seeming serious. though it was odd for a witch to be affected with flu so often

she didn’t think it was serious itself, and had a habit of hiding it in the beginning too when it wasn’t even noticeable

until it got to the point it simply could not be ignored, could not be just a passing small thing, could not be cured by any means she knew

and the next thing anyone else knew she was gone. almost like someone had reached and snuffed out her flame, just like that

where in the story we get to Sooah, so;

her early life wasn’t that special in honesty, if you don’t count all the stories her mother told about the secret magical world she too would be part of one day, and the lineage she was to inherit, abilities she would discover, all to be learned together

she had been a deviously curious child, daydreaming every other moment and next begging to see if even take part in what her mother was doing with her own magick

Sooah was quite interested in the guy sometimes accompanying her too, a friendly face she’d grown to know as Seok who she had learned eventually was mom’s bonded familiar, a fact she was entirely too excited about. but who also was before bonded to her grandpa that the girl never got to meet herself

would not fail to mention to him many times how she was going to one day find a familiar to bond with too, someone who was fun and kind and wanted to go on adventures and they would be the bestests of friends ever. and definitely cooler than him

she was always eager to understand and practice the power inside her in general, which she was starting to more and more by the days, before the sudden passing of her mother

it broke her :<

dad too, for a while he was nothing but basically a walking shell. she’s sure neither of them really truly recovered

backtracking just a lil because one very, very important notion was the familiar was of course bound to die soon along with the mom, Sooah was well aware of the fact by then and while she was stricken by grief at the time she was dedicated to finding him, no real plan in mind but urgent to know he was okay, like it would somehow make the situation any better

she did end up meeting him, understandably shaken himself but apparently already accepted own fate-- which at the moment did not sit well with her at all and Sooah, not even yet 14 years old, decided she was not going to let him just wither away and die alone how horrible would that be, how sad for that to be the end when her mom had exuded everything opposite, she was not going to let that happen no matter what

which meant the only thing she could actually do was to bond with Seok and by sheer force of will and maybe some tears - definitely some tears - did manage to convince for him to agree to it

a whole mess

she doesn’t regret it one bit, absolutely refuses to, yet does occasionally wonder if it was the right thing to do or even fair to him

but ultimately she’s glad he is in her life, aiding in any matter she may require, definitely now seen as a big brother she never had-- if she’s not too busy calling him grandpa bc seriously he’s old as all fuck. it still surprises her from time to time

( okay but it is hilarious to think Seok going from being as old as he was, looking about 40 to then having a 14 year old’s body lmaoo )

bless the grandma tho she was really a rock in this emotional time, even though she was dealing with the loss of her daughter, after having lost her husband so early in their lives too !

she kinda took over seeing to Sooah’s teaching and helping in any other way as well, more than welcoming to having her stay over for however long she needed or wanted to

she’s still thankfully alive and has a good relationship with both Sooah and Seok ;u;

Dad on the other hand.

they have both moved out of the house the family used to occupy with mom, into their own places

also have a somewhat strained relationship nowadays, more to do with his insistence on getting her to quit all the witch stuff cause it’s dangerous yadda yadda and she’s obviously not going to do that

not to say she’s not paranoid herself, and knowing how both her mom and grandpa died barely halfway into their lives even more so

it’s not only made her fearful of same fate but made her swear to stay away from any sort of divination magic if she can help it, somehow convinced that to be a factor in all of it

does have randomly prophetic dreams though, but nothing that has been major or necessarily that important so she’s.. okay with that. kinda. does keep a dream journal just in case

It’s coming up 10 years after the mom’s death, so I’m sure there’s been some rumors or other witches wondering if the Gwan family was just cursed or something, probably mostly from older and the more traditional types. doesn’t help Soaah’s dad being a plain human. or that she’s not sure if that might just actually be the case oof

as thus she’s definitely a lot more withdrawn when it comes to the other houses, or even Kyegeum themselves, doesn’t exactly feel like part of the community if you will

but is friendly to everyone and usually can be outwardly seen as having nothing weird or unusual going on beyond what you’d expect of a typical witch in this day and age

designs and sometimes makes jewelry for The Gem Lab actually, or if an individual knows to ask her personally Sooah does take custom work too ! and yes they all have very carefully picked gems or crystals, often imbued with enchantments of basic protection or if one wants something very specific she can probably do it

is kinda rich?? like grandpa was very up in there and left part of his inheritance to the mom, who of course left part of hers to Sooah. who doesn’t really like using that money as it is so it’s just sitting in a whole separate account. probably partly also because she’s not exactly the best when it comes to handling finances so. yeah.

uhh

this is so long already god I’m not gonna get into her personality or any of that now, yall can figure it out along the way or read up what I have on her page -- which isn’t much yet but it is something !! I’m def figuring her out myself too as I go haha

so ay if you wanna plot drop by my ims please ;; I do have a discord if you feel that’s easier too just ask for it !

also go show some love to Seok  ouo

[delbeugre]

Have you seen SADIE BEUGRE? DEL is in HER/THEIR SENIOR year. The MATHEMATICS MAJOR is 24 years old & is a CAPRICORN. People say SHE/THEY are GRITTY, BEWITCHING, RETICENT and WASPISH. Rumors say they’re a member of HASTINGS. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE BIT AN EX-BOYFRIEND’S PINKY FINGER OFF AFTER SHE FOUND OUT HE CHEATED, AND THEN HAPPILY SERVED TIME FOR IT.

im tommy im a freak and of course i am here to get freakalicious with u all... this is my newest frankenstein type creation named sadie i know .02% about her yet but i am more than confident she will b nothing but a fun time! like this if ur down to plot!

TW: VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF JAIL/PROSECUTION, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DRUG USE

BACKSTORY

capricorn sun / virgo moon / scorpio rising

raised by her uncle Big (his name) who is a hermit shut in town local in the depths of the florida marshland like some goosebumps protagonist. hes gone far past socially acceptable in terms of his ability to connect with the modern person but is wise beyond belief... his whole vibe is a warped cross between a cryptid and a mountain man that forages and cooks neighborhood plants. married for 27 years before his wife passed from illness. its quite possibly the only thing hes ever been emotional about

but dels entry to his life throws a wrench in his sadness (despite abandonment being what they bond over). she takes the focus away from his loss with her presence; her dad, his brother, died in a tragic train-car collision around the same time (which is speculated to be a suicide bt nobody can ever really be sure). he was a single parent so her custody is thrown up in the air for a few months as cps decides what they r gna do with this freshly orphaned little scrapper

she just kinda turns up on his doorstep n from there they cohabit a space. shes arnd 6-7 at this time... big never seemed to b phased by the fact tht she was a child n tended to treat her more like an apprentice or guest. he was never close to her father because of their age difference, being the older out of the two, so to have his daughter become his responsibility is just..... weird

this doesnt mean that he wouldnt provide for her bt it was. not very parental whatsoever.... no conversation or interaction beyond what was necessary. she was a mute fr a while and still is? to a degree.... very short spoken

when she got to her preteens he offered her an allowance in exchange for little odds and ends of stuff to be taken care of around the house. errands n all tht.... sometimes he wld purposefully leave things for her to pick up n take care of without mentioning it for a bonus. taught her the importance of saving your money and the horrid corruptness of a society basing everythings worth off paper. big exposed her to a lot of knowledge and took advantage of her silent curiosity by fueling it with books, homeschooling, life skills (catching a fish, setting a trap, knowing your berries in the woods...... the works)

her teens carried out the same way bt with the introduction of a real job, a spot down at the local butcher shop checking people out at the register and helping around the back of house. del knows a great deal abt cow/pig/chicken/etc anatomy from her years here..... she committed to being 100% vegan into her early twenties because of her trauma frm this occupation

it paid very well tho n was the best gig she was going to get within a reasonable biking route from home. so she settled!

the plan wasnt to keep it up for long anyway. she worked rly hard for her spot at yates and didnt intend to ever screw herself over. her plan was to get her bachelors, masters, become a professor, pursue a personal hobby of agriculture and build an elaborate greenhouse to live in

bt things happen..... 

some 35yr old douche with a green thumb woos her at a gardening store n swoops in to teach her a little more abt romance; all of this, of course, under the guise that he had all these tips and tricks for living environmentally friendly. a lame hippie wannabe that shouldve never even approached her bt alas.... he did

love is a touchy subject n it hadnt been something she set her sights on, but she was interested in wht this dude could teach her n at 19 she ended up falling in love. she delayed her education to stay an extra year back home and work out another plan which included him

this was very disappointing to her uncle bt he didnt have anything to say abt it. it was never parental before n it was never going to be, so this was another lesson she wld just have to overcome on her own

it turns out that she doesnt care for infidelity. when the confession comes out its met with a lot of screaming, bawling, blistering white hot anger. the whole incident is blacked out of her mind to b honest....

matters of the heart are no longer something to concern herself with because of the repercussions of her rash behavior regarding heartbreak O________O she spent a year in jail n still has to attend therapy / anger management meetings

deep down she is still hurting. there was a lot of pain... bt the sadness is not over the loss of some noob. she is in a state of constant disappointment, detaching from herself out of shame. putting her own life on pause only for it to turn out like that? stupid stupid stupid... 

PERSONALITY

chugging along! tldr spectre-like swamp nymph aura with the slightest (not so slight) unhinged feral tendencies

delicate like a moth resting in the gleam of a flashlight.... her anger singes her wings when shes too comfortable staying in one place, so theres always constant stimulation, always shifting gears. shes prone to feeling threatened; that being said, sadie is wary of walking in crowds, a little bit skittish when approached without making eye contact beforehand. like a small grey kitten..... in a big wide world

has a hard time keeping a conversation bt is very interested in debate, and even more so in studying alongside someone in complete silence. it reminds her of home in the same sense tht her uncle wld nudge her to keep reading by always having his own book open

doesnt have many friends and is alright with that. rumors are tht she is still a virgin bt who really knows? not i...... bt i wldnt be surprised if this was true. shes not impressed by people nor material items so this whole yates crowd is a turn off

she is truly clueless when it comes to how to behave around anyone her age. i think she understands but it just doesnt compute. she could come off as impolite bt it is just standoffishness? some people cld try to crack her but i dont think even she knows what that would be, or what that would look like. even in her one (1) failed relationship it was never deep heart to hearts or sharing dinner..... solitude is her realm

del is very comfortable with herself, very open with her wardrobe! doesnt leave too much to the imagination? she appreciates the human experience n expresses that thru this whole “body is a temple” type thing.... not quite confidence, but proudness of being. has gotten multiple notices frm professors for her tops being too sheer, nylons too ratted up, etc. has dirt under her fingernails half the time, chipped polish, some chapstick. smudges her eyeshadow on with her fingers

doesnt smoke cigarettes all too often but is dependent on weed. it kinda perpetuates her paranoid demeanor bt at the same time it keeps her lax enough to be able to mentally handle city life

her room is a playground for huge monstera plants, christmas cacti, ivy creeping along the doorway. she sleeps on a tiny thin mattress on the floor with a linen sheet and has her books stacked up on the ground next to it to hold her ashtray. the whole thing is dumb empty

takes her studies seriously and pinches every penny she can..... she has never ordered herself a coffee frm somewhere before, ordered food frm a restaurant... nothing. i wld think the most she would branch out from harvesting everything on her own is buying a bag of sunflower seeds frm a gas station, but even then, she much prefers eating stuff she grows herself. has a tomato plant, some basil beginning to sprout, etc.... manageable crops for any college students tiny space

...

bt yea thats it thats all! connections cld be all over the place. im legit open to anything. theres only a few tht come to mind right off that bat: 

a few people that get along with her? same classes? they shared a bowl n now theyre getting into the nitty gritty of some personal conversation that is veering into no mans land....

some sort of clueless makeover moment? arent rly into sadie as a person bt see a lot of potential... perhaps need a plus one to a party on the fly and figure thats the best option theyve got

crushes? this wld be fun n potentially dangerous! like playing with a hot cast iron pan or something :)

again im vry new to rp so i wld like to leave a lot of stuff up to chemistry, brainstorming n stuff like that, but please consider everything on the table! what i hav mentioned is the tip of the iceberg im so burnt out n i wrote a lot more than i intended to i am so sorry but i promise i am friendly

[inorganicone2230]

Rabid plot bunnies are consuming my thoughts!

I have this idea for Kai as a Japanese feudal warlord/daimyo and it won’t leave me alone!

Imagine that everything is the same as in canon (he’s an orphan taken in and raised by Pops and becomes power hungry only to later usurp the position as head) but instead of modern times it’s set sometime in the 14-1500’s and instead of it being a Yakuza organization that he’s apart of, it’s a powerful and noble samurai clan/house.

Kai belives that his lord’s (Pops) benevolent and just way of ruling their lands is a sign of weakness and eventually he decides that something needs to be done about it and he makes the difficult decision to usurp and kill his beloved father figure. Sometime after taking control and establishing himself as the new lord, he decides one day to go for a ride alone in the woods to clear his mind, but an accident happens and he ends up getting thrown from his horse, injuring himself in the process and passing out.

When he finally wakes up, he surprised to find himself in a shabby, but clean and well maintained hut. He aches all over and then he hears the faint sound of singing from outside the door, right before a beautiful young woman walks in, happy to see that he’s awake as she begins inquiring him as to how he’s feeling. She tells him that she found him unconscious in the forest and managed to get him back to her home for treatment since she is something of an apothecary/physician. Kai realizes that she has no idea who he is, having never seen the lord in person. She recognizes the clan crest on his clothing, but simply assumes that he’s a vassal or a servant of the house and doesn’t think anything of it. Kai knows that and plans to use it to his advantage since he is sure that if she knew who he truly was, that she wouldn’t be so relaxed and informal with him, but he finds her to be a breath of fresh air in an otherwise filthy, war-torn world and he immediately thinks that this is how she should always be. Happy, bright, energetic and full of smiles only for him and after a few more hours of having her diligentlyfuss and worry over him, he deems himself fit enough to leave and goes back to his shiro to plan accordingly for the new Lady’s arrival.

He takes a month or so to get everything ready for her, refurnishing his room, having clothes commissioned for her as well as whatever else a woman of that time might need, he even has a private garden built for her that she can tend to all on her own after he remembers the pride she seemed to take in hers. He sends soldiers out to keep an eye on her and when he deems everything ready, he has Hari and those same soldiers go and tell her that her lord has ordered her presence at the shiro but not to tell her why.

I have plenty of ideas for this one so if anyone has any questions or wants the details or to brainstorm, send in an ask or shoot me a message!