#M: replying to the rp now

[i-am-a-fish]

i have a headache can someone please give me an ibuprofen

[a-quiet-garden]

Some quick doodles I made before having to leave for the day. @asksprunkiestsimon , vinnie, and tortellini the cat :)

[angeart]

fresh off the stove, hhau vex arc scar:

He’s beginning to be a lot more expressive with his wings since they got here at the commune, and he knows it satisfies Grian’s cute little birdbrain too.

[dearmizumi]

I felt sad

[original-elias-bouchard]

heyyyyyy

soooo

ummm

really sorry about our last fight

but um

yeah uh

problem.

-@rosethornzampano

(Ooc: @ Mod if you don’t feel like answering that’s totally fine I know you get kinda burnt out so don’t feel pressured I love you /p and would rather you feel mental, and emotionally at peace and not exhaust yourself ok now I’ll stop rambling <3)

what

what happened. are you okay

[templeofvengeance]

[mackerel-executive]

[Sigh]

Right- happy birthday asshole.

[Throws him a red and black wrapped box before going to walk off quickly, without looking at his face]

[ @dogsandwineandshit ]

[Dazai blinks, surprised.]

Huh, thank you. I suppose?

I mean, I didn't actually expect you to wish me or anything- what is in this by the way? Oi, don't go, hatrack! Come back here!

[ask-elland-n-will]

[OOC rant about HL rp space here on tumblr: Wanted to mention this for a while but engagement requires... engagement. The more rp blogs exchange asks, the more pathways there are to communicate, to create a net of connections, make characters and the world around them come to life. Over the past year and a half I sent hundreds of asks, in anon/as me/as my characters. I understand being shy. I've been there, and it took some great people in this community to get me out of my shell.

But it is just what it is: unfortunately, if there is no reciprocity, there is no dialogue.

You don't have to wait for a green light/talk in DMs first with creating an rp scenario to send anyone an ask or to initiate rp by tagging someone. You can if it makes you more comfortable but don't have to. Most of us have Rules of Engagement but that's all the pre-requisites.

Before I burned out, I sent people asks just to make them happy, give some interactions for their characters. I wanted to find out more about MCs/OCs. But at this point (and I am not alone in this) whenever this turns into a one-sided communication, I am bothered by it, and I stop sending asks after a while.

I get that if I do it with anons, people won't know who to reply to. But even starting small, sending an ask or two for at least some rp people, so that we know you want to engage — it means a lot. It makes us want to continue playing in this HL sandbox.]

[askorensprunki]

*squint* do he have claws

”Damn straight I do! Yer probably seeing the claws on my thumbs most of th’ time, but I can retract the others whenever I want! Rad, huh?”

[copper-9spurgatory]

*throws a bunch of oil at J*

- ⚡️

SPLAT

Great…NOW I’M COVERED IN OIL AND ALL OF IT IS WASTED

[shiongenkai]

'Eset where have you been all day' i accidentally spent 7 hours reading today. i didnt even mean to

[lcftcult]

PSSSSST would any moots be interested in a soul contract plot w/BStar? Being the anxious and desperate little thing she is, she honestly WOULD sign her soul away if she was guaranteed protection/shelter/all the food she could eat.

[kkkindered]

@of-elitiism inquired ;

[ Marcus ] The workday has come to an end about a hour prior to the moment he'd dared to knock at her door. He hadn't been around this half of the campus in a while so, admitedly, it did feel slightly intrusive to wonder around , checking the plaque on every door as he searched for whom he was looking for. More than once he had to remind himself that he too taught at this school and he wasn't doing anything not allowed. When he'd finally came across her classroom there was a flicker of hessitation before he'd announced his presence with a knock.

"...Mrs. Sylva?" He called as he slowly pulled the door open. "Sorry to bother, i think someone must've made a mistake today. Is this yours?" A thick, heavy Claude Monet picture album was extended her way, Marcus carrying it with ease in his wide, strong grasp. "...someone left it in my office."

Delphine is packing away brushes and oils when someone knocks.

Finally done with a day of fielding questions and critiquing artwork. Falling into the routine of double checking oil containers, placing unused canvas back to their spot and placing unfinished works to dry. Something feels off, however.

Something is missing.

Though she hasn't glanced at the desk where her things are yet. She has a feeling that it'll feel lighter than it should.

The door hisses open as she turns off the sink tap. She turns and nods at the call of her name. ❝ Hello —,❞ a pause to remember the name, ❝ Mr. Visarion. ❞

Brushes she was rinsing clink against the sink basin. Delphine steps from the sink and drags her hands along the apron still around her hips. He gets a once over. She has glimpsed him when she had first been assigned in to the school to get acquainted to the staff.

Taller than her.

Eyes leave his crown to look at his hands, stopping before him.

Something was missing.

❝ No bother. Thank you. ❞ Waving away the words.

She takes the album and flips through it. Counting the pages to ensure none are missing.

All here.

She looks up at the man again, ❝ A student had a class after mine and asked to look through it before school ended. It seems like he forgot to return it. Again, thank you. ❞

[meet-the-trapper-tf2]

Bites you

*FUCKING GRABS YOU*

[piningpercussionist]

Eh. Don't worry about showing Blaze or whatever he's called now. I'm a bit of a tattletale myself so I have no right to complain.

Also apologies that you don't like my energy yet it's not uncommon, and understandable.

- 💠 (ooc\\ yes I'm aware those were internal thoughts and this is intentional that they can hear them :3)

...

(Oh fuck that, actually. What the hell??)

*Kim stares down at the new message with a fair bit of dread, blinking rapidly.*

(How did they know that? How are they doing that?!)

*She looks around nervously, despite knowing that Blaze is the only other person in the apartment, at the moment. She taps her fingers on the desk, repeatedly and quickly, trying to work out the burst of nerves.*

(This isn't like with Doc. This is-)

*Kim looks concerned, for a moment, before grimacing and rubbing at her temples as pain flares up yet again.*

(I need to stop doing that. Whatever that is. At least that one wasn't as bad as- Kim, stop it. You're getting distracted.)

*Taking a somewhat shaky breath, she turns around in her chair, expression a little haunted.*

(( @matthewpatelaskbox ))

Hey, Blaze? Do you- come look at this, please. And the last ones, actually.

*While she waits for him to walk over, she types out her response, though she doubts the necessity of the act as she does.*

I think I'll be doing just that, honestly. And... no need to apologize, I guess. On reflection, whatever's up with you might be... marginally less invasive than some things that have happened before. Maybe. Although if you're freaking me out on purpose, continue to apologize actually.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

(For Kiyuu :3)

Another day at NRC. Another day. Calypso was busy counting the dust particles on the ceiling of her bedroom, like she’d been doing for the past few days. She’d finally managed to land a few friends of her own, but she still felt just a little alienated in this new world.

“Maybe a’notha walk won’t hurt. Might meet someone new…” she mumbled to herself as she prepared to wander around campus until something interesting happened.

That’s what she usually did, anyway. Wandered around until someone stumbled onto her path or she stumbled onto theirs.

She whistled softly to herself as she aimlessly walked around, ignoring the stares she got from various students.

She must’ve been too caught up in her own world, since she was only brought back to the present when she bumped into someone, sending them stumbling.

“Oh! Sorry ‘bout that, hun…. Let me help ya up!”

Calypso extended her hand to the poor soul she had knocked over, pulling them back onto their feet.

“You alright?”

— @bubblin-trouble

Kiyuu was on their way to Pomefiore to find Aros, fiddling with a pocket mirror while touching up their makeup. They wanted to ask him about his skincare, since they weren't sure how the difference in environments should be changing their routine.

As Kiyuu lifted the pocket mirror into her line of sight and began to apply some lip gloss, they suddenly crashed into someone else, causing them to stumble, one of their hair ties getting caught on their sleeve and untying itself, and their lip gloss smudging off of their lips and onto their cheek.

"Ah- shoot-!"

Kiyuu yelped as they fell, their pocket mirror clattering to the ground. They hastily moved to pick it and the hair tie back up, putting the mirror into her pocket before looking up, registering the voice of the person that they had bumped into.

"I'm so sorry! I should have been paying more attention... Thank you, though."

They responded, a little bashfully, grabbing onto the hand that was reached out to them, and pulling themselves back up to their feet. They steadied themselves, then padded a finger over their cheek, trying to work out how much lip gloss had smudged, before wiping some of it off with their finger, and sighing quietly.

They tilted their head to the side, bringing a hand up to retie the wisp of hair as they spoke.

"I'm okay though- don't worry! Are you?"

- Kiyuu