#Plan in motion! // RP

[wolf-look-at-chicken]

[A video is attached, marked 1/3. Wei Wuxian leads Lan Wangji around the northwestern part of Azalea Town in a more investigatory manner than before, when he nearly bumps into an elderly man who had slammed the door of his house open.

"Oop-- So sorry, didn't see you there," he says, but Wei Wuxian waves him down with some quick apologies of his own. "If you wanted me to make some Pokeballs, that'll have to wait. Do you know Team Rocket?"

Lan Wangji hums in assent. "Mn. We had an encounter with one of their ranks a little while ago, but we do not know much about them."

"Don't worry, I'll tell ya. They're an evil gang that uses Pokemon for dirty work, and they're supposed to have disbanded 'round three years ago, but..." The old man gestures in the direction of the well with a sigh. "Anyway, they're at the well, cutting off Slowpoke tails for sale!"

Wei Wuxian's eyes widen. "That's horrible."

"You bet. I'm going to go give them a lesson in pain! Hang on, Slowpoke! Old Kurt is on the way!" And with that, Kurt marches to his destination.

After a moment, Lan Wangji nods to Wei Wuxian. "Let's go." The two men rush ahead, just as Kurt reaches the well and shouts at the Rocket grunt blocking it.

The grunt flees into the well. Kurt hops up to follow him, but he slips and loses his footing--

In a fluid, elegant motion, Lan Wangji lunges to catch Kurt around the waist while Wei Wuxian leaps inside the well. "Do not injure yourself."

"Thanks!" Kurt says, wiping his forehead. "That was a close one."

"Let us handle this."

The video ends as the camera dives after Wei Wuxian into the well's depths.]

[just-a-mer]

His touch is warm. If only Odysseus knew to savor that feeling as he led Tiresias through the woods. Eventually, the trees thinned, and they made it to the city, gradually making their way past the common folk and to the palace atop the cliff. The young prince paused here and there to ask a question or stop by a sight he tried to describe poetically for his new friend.

Eventually, they stepped into the main hall of the palace, and the siren almost felt disappointed as he arrived home. He did not release his hand, though he also didn't hold tight enough to keep Tiresias trapped if he wanted to pull away. "My father is usually tending to his orchard. Mother might be with Ctimene."

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[nadia-stark-official]

Open RP

It was finally time for the plan to be set in motion. Finally, no more acting. She could finally stop pretending and return to what she knew. Her job.

She looks around the corner, on high alert. It’s time. She’s gonna actually do this. She creeps around the corner and walks up to a computer. She plugs a card in and starts to download information. Suddenly, she hears footsteps approaching and hurriedly grabs the card and shuts the computer off.

She stands up and starts to walk towards the water fountain on the wall.

@official-buckybarnes @thewhitespiderwitch @nataliaromanova-official @the-ironman @notquitebuckybarnes @goddess-of-birds @ireallyliketacosokay @prophet0bamas-left-toe @diana-astra @we-love-redwing

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hiya! I have another au for you! I'm loving our vampire rp, it's so good! I'm really enjoying it!

This one is a little different, with a darker Lucifer, which I'm really starting to love.

The idea is that after Adam and Eve were cast out, Lucifer and Lilith became extremely powerful, Lucifer could rival in power to the strongest archangels and maybe even god himself.

The idea in this is that after falling, Lucifer and Lilith blamed each other for the fall and separated. Lilith was queen of the lower rings, while Lucifer ruled the upper rings. He's more powerful than her because of his angel status, but he let's her do her own thing, as long as she's not causing trouble.

Lucifer eventually taps into the raw power of Hell, which slowly starts tainting his mind, he's still him but he can lose control sometimes. Heaven eventually starts to learn how powerful Hell is and what can happen to Lucifer and Liltih- power wise. So they start making an army, creating angels specifically for war.

Lucifer has a few angels in Heaven that speak to him in secret, angels that don't agree with Heavans rules and secretly. They keep him up to date on what Heavens up to, so he starts forging a plan after learning of the angelic army.

Once Adam and Eve die, and they arrive in Heaven. Eve starts to live her afterlife in peace, waiting for her children.

Lucifer learned of a new weapon Heaven was making, something that could control a part of Heavens power. Once he learns that new weapon will be Adam, Lucifer decides to take Adam for himself.

Luicfer manages to get himself back into heaven, without them knowing, he's shocked to see that he was completely remade, hopefully his memories were in tacked.

---

Lucifer materialized in a cage-like room, he had no idea something this dark and unkempt could belong in Heaven. It made him almost uneasy.

Lucifer: why would they keep their precious first man here?

The darkness was almost suffocating, like it was affecting the air itself. The angelic steel bars still managed to shine bright, using that light, Lucifer squinted inside the cage, his eyes widened as he saw the vague outline of a body, kneeling on the floor, a chain connecting to the back wall to a silver collar around their neck.

Lucifer: Adam? Buddy, is that you? Long time no see-!

The body moved, head tilting up, and looking ahead. The scrapping of heavy chains against the stone floor made Lucifer wince a tad. Why are they using such thick chains on him? He's a human, nothing special.

Lucifer: I know we left off on a bad note! But I'd like to make it up to you~ let me help you with whatever the HELL Heaven is doing to you, huh?

Lucifer stuck his arm through the bars, smiling as the metal started to bed and melt away. His smile stopped as a giant hand reached out, and grabbed his hand. The amount of strength was impressive, Lucifer was so confused- he followed the outline of the person as they stood.

Lucifer: you're a big fuck aren't you-?

Adam: w-will you help me? I-it hurts-

Lucifer: I can see that buddy, I'll help you! But you have to do something for me~

Lucifer pulled his hand away, and straightened his outfit. It's taking a lot of his power to stay in Heaven, hidden.

Adam: y-yes sir, what do you need?

Lucifer: stop with the formalities Adam! We've been friends- well, acquaintances for years now!

Adam: I-I'm sorry sir- I don't know you, Heavens never introduced u-us-. P-please forgive me f-for not knowing you

Adam starts to collapse, but manages to catch himself against the wall. Never heard of him? Lucifer is definitely confused now. Fucking Heaven, they really think there's a good enough reason to mess with a humans memories? Why Adam? Why did the angels pick him? It doesn't matter at the moment, Lucifer needs to make his deal, let Adam fall to Hell, and set his plan into motion.

Lucifer: i- uh... never mind that right now buddy, I'll explain everything later. If you make a deal with me, I can help you!

Adam: w-what do you need from me-?

Lucifer: oh, nothing much~ just your soul~ aand your loyalty, company, body amd whatever power you have~! All for your freedom. You will cone with me, stay with me, at my home~ you'll be free Adam, free to speak your mind, do whatever you want, within reason of course- and most importantly, think for yourself.

Lucifer smiled as Adam made his way over to the edge of the cage, he was unsteady but doing a good job at staying up right. Although that chain wasn't helping. Lucifer couldn't help but gasp, as Adam's face came into what little light the bars had. His eyes were gold. Brighter than any other angels, shone like Hell fire.

Lucifer whispered: you're perfect...

Adam: I'll take your deal- please, get m-me out o-of here- please

Lucifer: of course, Adam! All you have to do, is shake my hand~

Adam watched as a clawed, black ashen hand slipped through the bars. He felt uneasy about this man- angel? He looks familiar but then he was sure he'd remember someone that looked like that.

He reaches out weakly, grabbing Lucifers hand. He jumps and is amazed by the golden light the swirls around them, he can feel it running through his veins like blood. He couldn't help but follow the golden light. His angelic chain drops off his neck, only to be replaced by a golden one. Lucifer couldn't help but think how beautiful Adam looked, covered in gold. It was really his colour.

Lucifer looked on with awe as he saw Adam fully. His golden wings rested weakly against the floor, his eyes wide with that curiosity that Lucifer loved so much. He couldn't help but glare as he saw the cuts and bruises that littered his body and how thin he looked. He was definitely taller, but surely Heaven would feed the man.

Lucifer: great! Now, the fun part~

Adam stood back as Lucifer began to melt the steel cage.

Lucifer: there~. Now, we must be quick, we do t want any extra company, do we~?

Adam: n-no sir-

As Adam began to limp out of the cage, he stopped as Lucifer put his hand on his chest, forceful enough to push him back slightly.

Lucifer: now, none of that 'sir' thing Addie~. Even though I am now your king, I was your friend first. Do you know my name?

Adam tried to think of a name, his head started to pound, like he was reaching into some void.

Adam: n-no- I- Agh! It hurts to t-think- to remember

Lucifer glared at the flood, fucking Heaven. He smiled up at Adam, it wasn't his fault.

Lucifer: my name is Lucifer, the king of Hell~! But that last bit isn't important right now, let's go Adam.

Adam grabbed Lucifer's hand, and they walked to the middle of the room, he felt so safe with Lucifer. His hand felt perfect in his, like they were made to be together. Adam couldn't stop looking at him, he was beautiful. He's never seen eyes so red, or skin so smooth. He couldn't help but be fascinated by his clothes-

Lucifer: hold on tight Addie~ I won't drop you, but I need you to hold on

The floor underneath the. Burned to life, a burning circle with strange lettering appeared. Just as Adam was taking it in, he felt a gust of wind made him cover his eyes. When he opened, he was amazed to see Lucifers white and red wings, three sets of them! He's only seen a few angels with multiple sets of wings, but none were as beautiful as Lucifers. Adam couldn't help but reach out and graze a feather with his finger.

Lucifer: you'll get a good touch when we get home Addie~ now, say goodbye to the angels~

Fire from the circle surrounded them, the heat was almost unbearable.

The next thing Adam knew; they were falling.

---

The whole idea is a battle between Heaven and Hell. Lucifer is super possessive of Adam, originally using him as a weapon to help him bring down and take control of Heaven. But Lucifer can't help but start having feelings from Eden resurface, it's either a blessing or a curse that Adam doesn't remember anything. Maybe he can make the first man fall for him again, and they can rule over Hell and Heaven together.

Hopefully this is interesting in someway 💀

Okay- bye!

Oh this is SUPER INTERESTING!!! How do you come up with this stuff it's amazing. Also, I love possessive Lucifer lol

-

Adam saw a world bathed mainly in different hues of red, even the sky was red with a giant star.

What was this place?

Lucifer was torn between watching where he was flying and looking at Adams face that was filled with curiosity trying to figure out where the Hell he was.

Literally Hell.

Lucifer dipped down and made a way towards Morningstar Manor and he touched down lightly at the front of the house as he held Adam close.

Lucifer: Let's get you settled in okay? You know, before the physical changes catch up with you and wipe you out.

Adam didn't know what he was talking about but he didn't really care. He was finally out of that cage to never be chained up like an animal ever again.

Lucifer took him inside, first to the kitchen so the poor man could get something to fucking eat. It looked like he hadn't eaten since he died.

He got his chef to cook a lavish meal for Adam to make sure the first man was full.

Adam: Thank you...

Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair, loving how soft the brown strands were.

Lucifer: You'll need your strength.~

[centaurianthropology]

Why C3E51 worked so well (a DM’s perspective)

I have seen a lot of absolutely bananas critiques of C3E51 (thankfully not nearly as many around here, far more on Reddit, which I should not have visited).   And the ongoing theme of those critiques is that Matt should not have imperiled former PCs, and if he brought them in should have either done lengthy side-bars with those characters or let them win the fight against Ludinis and have a chance to take him out themselves, since they’re ‘god tier’ or ‘high level’ and that makes ‘logical sense’.  What these critiques really boil down to, IMO, are people who were really invested in the former campaigns upset that their faves didn’t get to do cool things, treating it more like a TV show than a game.  But even as a TV show, that would have been disappointing from a narrative perspective.  Because even in a TV show, this is a sequel spin-off show, starring new characters.  The story is about THEM.  And more importantly, the game is about the players and about telling their story.

So let’s break this down from a DM perspective.  How do you build a Kobiashi Maru situation for your characters?  For those of you who aren’t familiar, the Kobiashi Maru is a Star Trek term for a scenario designed from the jump to be unwinnable (Kirk beat it by creativity, but later admitted that he missed the point of it).  In Star Trek this was done to test what a future officer would do if faced with certain failure.  In a D&D game it’s a little more complicated.  Part of it is to set up the BBEG, put their plan in motion, and set the stage for the next leg of the game.  But it’s also to give your players, who are clearly into it, a darkest-hour scenario.  Not every player group is going to be into facing down the Kobiashi Maru, and it’s clear from the aforementioned critiques that a lot of them are on Reddit.  Power-gamers who always want to win are not going to enjoy this sort of storytelling, but players who are really into RP and working through difficult times and failures will eat this stuff up.  And this is absolutely the sort of table playing on Critical Role.  There is a level of trust there that can only be built after years of working together, and this was finally the moment when Matt could pay off years of planning and campaign-spanning set-up.

Matt carefully plotted the structure of this episode out to give maximum agency and impact to a party of dramatically under-leveled characters.  And they knew going in they were under-leveled.  This wasn’t a surprise, but a potential suicide run by people who knew they weren’t the heroes they needed to be, but were the only heroes in the right place at the right time to try anything.  So they came up with as good a plan as they could, and executed it fairly well, all things considered.  

They knew they couldn’t take on Ludinus directly (and this was a great way to demonstrate exactly how much he had planned and how long, to bring in elements from C2, hints we’ve had for years about Ludinis, only to reveal it went deeper than any of the characters could have imagined), so Matt gave them some winnable objectives.  This is a great way to keep the characters invested in an unwinnable scenario: the ultimate outcome may be beyond the characters, barring some insane genius or incredible rolls, but they can still help.  They can do something that will have a tangible impact on events and hinder the baddies enough to give them another chance at a rematch and a way to stop the apocalypse when they’re higher level.  So Matt gave them the batteries: take out as many as you can.  While this would not stop the ritual, I suspect that the more they took out the more Ludinis would have to drain his own power to make the key work, and the longer the process would take.  Knocking out the feywild key, as well as multiple power sources turned what would have been an instantaneous event if they had done nothing into a more drawn-out affair which, I suspect, could be stopped or even reversed.  It gave them a window to come back and demand a rematch.

Then we have the high-level PC allies, and how to play with those sorts of characters without pulling focus from the PCs.  Matt handled this very well, by having the players roll for their former PCs, taking the specifics of their actions out of his hands and letting the dice of the former players decide.  He also revealed that Keyleth’s involvement, and baiting Vax with Otohan’s permadeath poison, was key to Ludinis’ ritual, which was why she couldn’t just dive in and clean everything up.  But again, because of this story, it ties less back to Keyleth and more back to Orym.  That was the point of the attack on Zephrah, to get her attention by getting her to look into who did it and then coming to get some payback, but the little guy on the ground has always been caught in the middle.  Orym has been Ludinis’ unwitting pawn from the off, his family’s deaths merely a means to an end, and that is vicious and amazing set-up for character growth for him.  

Beau and Caleb had to be there by the logic of the story.  It didn’t make sense that Caleb would sit out a world-ending event orchestrated by a Cerberus Assembly member after spending years trying to take them down.  Beau would obviously go with him.  It also made sense that they would be the only two there, because they were scouting when Ryn got taken down, and after that were trying to keep a low profile.  Shit accelerated too fast for them to call in reinforcements.

Which is the in-story reason for them to be there, but isolated and vulnerable, making them useful allies and wildcards (who likely could have been more useful if ultimately failing as well, but failed early thanks to Liam and Marisha’s rolls).  But they were still outmatched.  I have no idea what the challenge rating of Otohan, Leliana, and Ludinis are, but we know Otohan was considered ‘beatable’ back in Bassuras.  That indicates she’s the lowest CR, particularly with the glowing weak-spot on her back.  But she can still wreck a level-20 PC if she gets the jump on her, which she did.  And that meant that she remained a massive threat.  Caleb and Beau were playing it smart, keeping to the shadows, but still got caught by Leliana.  Between dice rolls, careful planning, and some great enemy design, Matt really set up a team that could take on high-level players and win.  And he made it clear that Ludinis did not leave this to chance.  He has the best people he could muster after 1000 years of planning.  Nothing short of a miracle could have truly stopped them.

Which is why we cut back to Bells Hells.  Because ultimately this particular story isn’t about Keyleth or Vax or Caleb or Beau or any other former PCs.  This is about the current party being caught up in events much larger than them and having to rise to the occasion.  This is the story of the schmucks sent in to take out the batteries, but who have personal beef with the big bads.  Ludinis orchestrated the plan to attack Zephrah to bait Keyleth and draw out Vax, and Otohan carried it out.  And he used Orym as a pawn throughout all of it.  This makes taking them down, but especially taking Otohan down, the cornerstone of Orym’s personal quest.  Letting an NPC take her down would be taking away a critical part of his motivation and goals, which is an absolute no-no for a DM.  NEVER bring in a god-tier NPC and take away player agency or story beats.  Especially never have them resolve important player goals and backstory events!  Every NPC, even the powerful ones, are there to support the story the players are telling.  So of course Keyleth wasn’t going to take out Otohan.  Of course she wasn’t going to stop the ritual.  Beau and Caleb might have been able to do something more if Liam and Marisha hadn’t rolled so badly for them, but ultimately, they had to get caught or fail in another way.  

For the sake of gameplay, Bell’s Hells had to be the only functional team.  They had to be the ants that were beneath Ludinis’ notice long enough to really accomplish something.  And as much as it feels like they failed, they had minor victories: Laudna and Ashton took out more batteries, making Ludinis drain his own power to kick off the apocalypse.  They only failed to take out Otohan’s backpack by 2 HP, which showed them that she was an achievable goal in the future.  If they had rolled a little better, they probably could have taken her out entirely, which would have felt like a big accomplishment for them.  Imogen made her mother pause in her assault before doubling down.  This leaves open very interesting future beats for their interactions.  Can she ultimately redeem her mother or would she have to take her out?  Every step that Matt set up in this episode, from the reveals about Ludinis’ plans and Orym’s past, to Imogen’s interactions with her mother, to Chetney and likely Ashton finding themselves staring down their own backstories after the party split, was focused on this party, on getting them ready to step out of low-level play and advance.

And that’s the point of E51.  It’s not a climax of the story, but the ultimate set-up.  It’s putting all the pieces onto the board in a way that all the characters can now recognize.  Yes, unless the players came up with something genius, the apocalypse was going to kick off, but their actions slowed everything down to a place where it could be combatted.  Yes, the god-tier former PCs were always going to get neutered, because this is Bells Hells’ story, and you cannot have NPCs fix PC problems.  They might have been able to do a little more before this happened, but the dice rolled.

And it’s honestly good for the PCs how things turned out.  They have a clear objective, but are split up.  This gives them great incentive to level up, explore character backstory, deal with their personal shit, get stronger, and then come back to kick the asses of all three of these villains (or possibly redeem one, we’ll see).  Their powerful allies are now temporarily side-lined.  Keyleth is badly hurt and will need time to recover.  Caleb is collared and will need time to get that removed.  Beau is likely up and moving now, but will need to safeguard Caleb for a while.

The Bells Hells are on their own.  The Darkest Hour has come, and it’s time for them to rise up and go from nobodies to heroes.  This is their true call to adventure.  And as a DM, it was so cool seeing how Matt set up all the pieces over the campaign, only to pay them out in such a satisfying and motivating way in this episode.

[matt-roseheart]

I 'Lava' you

A short murder drones fanfic based on @dronebiscuitbat 's characters from their rp blog, @ask-elliot-doorman-fam, Tera and Kiara, Rad is here too :P

Kiara paced around the hideout cave, nervously fiddling with her fingers. "What if she doesn't like it? What if she thinks its too cheesy? what if-" Her rant is cut off by Rad trying to calm her down.

"Kia chill, this is Tera you're talking about, sure she may be tough, but every tough person i know has a soft and squishy side that loves this stuff" He says, as he's on the couch tuning a ukulele. "So, lets go over the plan one more time before shes back from checking the perimiter"

Kiara takes a deep breath, which doesn't help much to calm her nerves, "Okay, we're here becase you are 'practicing' for the short-story musical Mr.Roseheart is hosting,"

"Which is thankfully real, couldn't think of an exuse otherwise" He adds.

"Mhm, and hopefully she'll agree to sing along, oh robo-god i hope she'll sing along, she has to for this to work" Kia was nervous about that part, Tera had a beautiful voice, but only ever sang in the privacy of her room. Hopefully the hideout would be enough to bring her out of her shell a bit, no chances of others overhearing her here.

Before Kiara could linger on that thought, there was a sudden whoosh at the entrance, meaning Tera was back. Kia rushed to a seat, put on headphones, and brought up her laptop to a blank page, pretending to be writing something. No stories would be written today, only some of her thoughts going a million miles an hour, dont screw this up please work i have to tell her.

"okay, outside is clear, so Rad, why did you bring a ukulele again?" Tera asked, as she sat down on the other side of the couch.

"Oh, you know the musical Mr.Roseheart is gonna be hosting?" Wait, did she even know about that?

"The music teacher? Uh, yeah i think I've heard about that. Isn't it about a bunch of short-stories instead of one big one? My dad seems pretty interested in going." N had seemed exited when he heard about it, even wanted to audition.

Oh thank robo-god

"Yup, a friend of mine that auditioned asked if i could help with their story, so im here to practice"

"Ok, cool"

"And i was hoping you could help."

"Oh? with what? Guitar?"

"Vocals, i struggle on my own when theres multiple characters singing"

Oh no, she did not like the sound of that.

"I am NOT going anywhere near a stage and singing, no way!" Tera growled, which made kiara more nervous.

"No no no, just for practice, only here. The only audience being Kia" Rad said, as he motioned over to where Kiara was sitting. "The part I need you to sing is basically the same line over and over a few times anyway, please?" He was looking up at her with puppy eyes, hoping to convince her.

Tera hesitated for a moment, normally she wouldn't, but in this case, it was just the three of them, no prying ears to worry about, so why not. "Ugh, fine. But if a video of this starts floating around, you're dead. whats the song?"

"Do you know the song 'Lava'?" She should, Kiara made sure to show her, hoping Tera would listen to it for this.

"That cheesy lovesong between two volcanoes? Yeah, i think Kia showed that to me a while ago"

Good, so far the plan is working "Cool, I'll be the narrator, so all you need to sing is the volcano's part. Do you know the words?"

"He basically says the same thing over and over, so yeah, whenever you're ready." Wow, Kiara was suprised, this is going a lot smoother than she thought it would.

With Tera ready, Rad began to play, and sing suprisingly well, like he's practiced before....

"A long long time ago, there was a volcano, living all alone in the middle of the sea."

"He sat high above his bay, watching all the couples play, and wishing that he had someone too."

"And from his lava came, this song of hope that he sang out loud, every day for years and years" With her part coming up, Tera cleared her throat and began.

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

"Years of singing all alone turned his lava into stone, until he was on the brink of extinction"

"But little did he know that living in the sea below, another volcano was listening to his song"

"Every day she heard his tune her lava grew and grew because she believed his song was meant for her"

"Now she was so ready to finally meet him above the sea as he sang his song of hope for the last time"

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

At that part, Kiara began to remove her headphones and close her laptop, nervously making her way over behind Tera.

"Rising from the sea below stood a lovely volcano, looking all around but she could not see him"

"He tried to sing to let her know that she was not there alone, but with no lava his song was all gone"

"He filled the sea with his tears as he watched his dreams dissapear as she remembered what his song meant to her"

Tera was about to sing the next part, thinking nothing of it, until someone else began to sing, making her jump as she turned around to see Kiara.

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

Tera was caught off guard, by both her singing and the fact that Kia reached out to hold her hand that was resting on the arm of the couch. Theres no way, is she....

As Tera realised what she was doing, Rad continued the song.

"Oh they were so happy to finally meet above the sea, all together now their lava grew and grew"

"No longer are they all alone with aloha as their new home, and when you visit them this is what they sing" Tera, now holding onto Kiara's hand, hoping this wasn't a dream, continued with her.

"I have a dream i hope will come true"

"That you'll grow old with me"

"And I'll grow old with you"

"We thank the earth sea and the sky we thank too"

"I Lava you"

"I Lava you"

"I Love you"

Tera's face was all blush, lighting up the cave with a lavender glow, along with Kia's equally bright white blush. They sat there staring at eachother in awe for a minute before Kia broke the silence.

"Was that too cheesy?"

Tera stood and said, "Not at all, you weren't practicing for the musical, were you?" she asked looking over at thad.

"Nope, this was all her idea" He motioned over towards Kiara.

"So did you like it?" She asked nervously.

"I loved it" Tera said, before placing a kiss on Kia's forehead, nearly sending her into a reboot.

"Oh! I think I need to sit down" Tera sat back down, with Kia sitting next to her.

As Tera put her arm around Kiara, she let out a sigh of relief, everything went perfectly, and she couldn't be happier.

[nextstop-fixationstation]

Do you think Sasha's blatant dismissiveness of Marcy's interests was just a testament to her inability to care for things that didnt interest her, or do you think, perhaps, it's something that was developed over time as Marcy didn't stop trying to get them to watch War of Warlocks and play creatures and caverns?

I ask because, if I'm not mistaken, Matt once said they would sometimes play games together when they were alone and I always found it odd how the strategic side of CC didn't appeal to Sasha, which got me thinking if she didn't feel somewhat put off by Marcy's approach to the situation?

I quite like this interpretation because it adds another layer to their communication issues, but pre-amphibia Sasha definitely looked like someone who didn't give a chance to things that didn't outright interest her.

Sorry for the long ask and I hope I made sense here!

Thanks for the ask!

to be honest, I don't think it has anything to do with inability to care or reaction to Marcy's insistence that they watch WoW/play CC. I think that this is much more a testament to the state of their overall relationship, which allowed Marcy to do things no one wanted to do in their presence and allowed Sasha to be kind of mean about it, all while Anne panicked about how to handle the situation on the sidelines.

Sasha still played games and watched the film, paying attention enough to know the plot twist at the end and to know what kinds of things Marcy liked, she just wasn't very nice about it. I think it's more of a testament to how people can get comfortable with being casually mean to each other or bully each other even if they don't actually enjoy it. In the same way, it's easy for people to settle into a routine of being fine going through the motions during shared activities instead of discussing with each other and finding things everyone can enjoy. In Marcy's Journal, Marcy talks about how they all come to terms with the fact CC isn't something they all enjoy, and Marcy resolves to find something they can all do together!

(Also, and this is an aside, I suppose, very little is actually said about Sasha and CC, and it is the case IRL that sometimes people just don't like a game system. Sasha could have liked the strategy but hated the RP or vice versa, or the dice and number system could have been too frustrating for her to enjoy. D&D has strategy and RP elements, but it's far from the best in either direction. If you wanted a pure strategy game, you could probably just go back to Chess, and if you wanted a better RP system, you could almost certainly find a better one out there by an indie creator or big company! D&D just has brand recognition.)

I think that when it comes to Sasha, it's important to note that Sasha's character and arc don't pertain very much to the concept of pure "interest." That's a very "Marcy" or "Anne" thing. While everyone in the Calamity Trio has something to do with attachment, Sasha has much more to do with power and control. Sasha and Marcy maintain a relationship wherein they don't question each other and just go along with what the other does, backing them up even if they don't care about or for what they're doing. It's why Marcy has so much confidence that Anne and Sasha will be okay with the plan with Andrias, and it's why Sasha is so convinced that Anne and Marcy will just go along with her coup. This is a flaw in their relationship, not a feature.

Perhaps Sasha wouldn't give things she didn't care about a chance if she didn't feel it interested her, but I think it's probably more accurate to frame it as it being ignored if it wasn't beneficial. Canonically, we actually see that Sasha pays great attention to things that seem to disinterest her, even if it doesn't feel that way! That's part of what makes Sasha so interesting, at least to me

[izar-tarazed]

Welcome!

What this is: This blog is mostly dedicated to my Elden Ring OC Izar (and well, her companion Ensha – more about them below). There might also be other content (other games, DnD 5e, writing) unless I’ll feel the need to create specific sideblogs for that (unlikely, I lack the energy).

What I do: I’ll mostly share screenshots, headcanons, storytelling, and writing snippets. (Here's my tag list!) While this is not a pure RP blog I very much enjoy RPing, so feel free to shoot me a prompt/starter whenever you like! (For more information regarding RP, flip through the Stargazer's Cookbook over here!)

Who I am: I usually go by Malinche; over 30, she/her, living in Europe. Not a native English speaker, so bear with me if I say strange things. Expect occasional ramblings about the glory of freelance life, and know that there is never enough coffee.

Izar Tarazed, Tarnished Astrologer

Izar barely remembers anything from the time before her awakening in the Lands Between – just her name and what she knew of the stars. However, the stars above the Lands Between are different, their lore mostly lost to her, so she gathers stories and bits of information wherever she can.

Her most treasured possessions are her telescope and her map-making tools.

Whenever she gets the chance, Izar will sit and work on her celestial maps, preferably beneath the golden light of grace, trying to figure out constellations and their possible meanings. Working on her maps also calms her down and helps her focus.

She’s often more driven by her astrological curiosity than by the ambition to become Elden Lord – she’ll confront Rennala mainly because she wants access to the library of Raya Lucaria, and Radahn because she wishes to set the stars back in motion.

Izar relies mostly on her sorceries – the Comet and Night Comet are her favorites – and only starts improving her skills with melee weapons and a shield when Ensha insists on teaching her.

Personality

Izar is a little geek when it comes to astrology and will talk about it with neverending enthusiasm. At a new place, its (potential) view of the night sky is usually the first thing she’ll check.

She values the friendships and alliances she makes, being protective of those she cares about; that might be both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness.

Upon meeting someone for the first time, she'll rather be calm and cautious, but much more confident, cheeky and bubbly once she feels comfortable.

The fact that she doesn’t remember who she was before bothers her more than she lets on.

Izar soon realizes that she isn't as ambitious about taking the Elden Throne as she maybe should be. Her true dream is running the Academy of Raya Lucaria and turning it into a welcoming place where knowledge is not hoarded but shared.

When upset, she can be pretty defiant, sarcastic and snappy.

Sir, That’s My Emotional Support Skeleton

Izar spares Ensha’s life when he attacks her at the Roundtable Hold.

This leads to them being sent out on a mission together to track down Latenna (which, of course, doesn’t go as planned). While they start out deeply suspicious of each other, teaming up only reluctantly, they eventually come to trust each other and, despite some challenges, become close friends, which leads to certain tensions considering his loyalty to Sir Gideon.

(I’m not entirely sure what Ensha is, but I’m leaning way more into the headcanons of the somehow animated armor/actual skeleton with some kind of relation to the ancient king mentioned in the description of the Royal Remains set, rather than just being some guy with a skull mask.)

Ensha will often travel with Izar, having her back and finding picturesque dungeon walls to lean against and ponder how on earth this careless astrologer can still be alive. (He's exaggerating, of course. Izar can definitely handle herself ... most of the time.)

Ensha tends to be more wary of others than Izar is. He's extremely perceptive and quite good at reading people (and finding things). He often encourages Izar to put in the work to improve her skills, and be more disciplined about her goals. However, he's also surprisingly fine with engaging in all kinds of mischievous shenanigans with her.

Since Ensha doesn’t speak, their communication process is a little rocky at first but improves once Izar gets better (and eventually good) at understanding his sign language. From then on, they'll often have some partially silent banter going on, and are able to communicate subtly if the situation calls for it.

Izar is also able to sense Ensha's emotions to a certain extent (more on that headcanon here).

[tamberwoof]

Moraygill's Super Horrible Time: Part Two

Part one can be found here:

There are no big warnings for this part. It's mostly character interaction.

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Everything hurts. 

That was the first thing she noticed upon waking up. Everything hurt. 

Distantly, she could recognize that there were voices. They were muffled and hard to understand over the pounding in her head, but they were there. 

The next thing past the pain and the voices, was the smell. It smelled rich, like freshly turned dirt and old logs. It was vastly different from the salty sea spray that coated everything in the Coastalclan camp. 

No. This couldn't be Coastalclan. She was somewhere dark that smelled of the deep forest. Not that she smelled that often. 

Wispclan

Moraygill tried blinking her eyes open but the simple act seemed to work against her. The pounding behind her eyes became worse and her eyes themselves burned. She whined, trying to lay her paws over her eyes. 

That didn't work.

Her right paw made it up just fine but her left one wouldn't move. The wrist didn't bend and it was agonizingly heavy. 

The voices stopped. 

Moraygill froze and listened intently as muffled footsteps started towards her. She growled as she felt the presence of another cat move in front of her. 

Trying to open her eyes, she was greeted with slick black fur and red eyes. The cat looked concerned. 

She growled t0 the best of her ability, though the sound was raspy and pathetic at best. It stuttered in her chest and made her feel worse than she already did. 

The cat in front of her took a step back, looking her over, before turning and moving back to the other cat in the den. They resumed talking in hushed whispers and sent her pitying looks that she could hardly stand. 

She wanted to speak up. To shout and screech about how she was fine and didn't need any help. But her throat and chest ached and her muscles screamed in protest as she curled up a bit more. She used her shoulder to block sight of the other cats. 

She'd be dead if they weren't helping her, so now all she could do was take it and hope there were no major consequences. 

Slowly, the black cat made it's way back over and moved to be in her line of sight. He motioned at his ears and Moray scrunched her face up in confusion. 

The black cat carefully reached up to Moraygill's own ears, causing her to flinch back. He was persistent, though seemingly scared too, and she felt his paw move against her ear.

Distantly, somewhere off in the back of her mind, she wondered if her ear had been torn or something. 

But no, the tom just removed a wad of moss from her ear and suddenly her hearing was better on that side. 

“Needed those to draw the water out.” He spoke softly, voice light and almost feminine. He moved to take out the other wad and she didn't move as he did. “Widowmarch found you half dead on the shore just outside our territory. I'm surprised you've woken up as soon as you have.” 

Moraygill gave him a confused look and huffed. 

He continued, addressing her confusion, “It's been close to two days since the storm.” His tail flicked anxiously. “We haven't been able to tell your clan that we have you yet. We planned to send a messenger today since we're sure the storm has stopped.”

Moraygill took a deep breath and let a flicker of annoyance run through her body at the fact she couldn't talk back. 

“Do you think you could try drinking something?” The cat from the entrance of the den asked. She was large and fluffy, with black, orange, and white fur. She looked to have spider webbing strewn throughout her fur. “Addershade here said you would be dehydrated when you woke up.” 

The black tom rolled his eyes and huffed. He sent a look back at the fluffy she-cat and she just shrugged. Then he turned back to her with a sigh. “Would you like some water?” 

Moraygill took a moment to really take note of how awful she felt. Her mouth was dry and her head was still pounding. Her throat and chest burned and ached like she had a fire raging in them. 

She nodded softly, unwilling to hurt herself more. 

The cat at the entrance gave a big grin and rushed off, ignoring who Moraygill assumed was the herbalist as he tried to say something. 

He flattened his ears and huffed in an offended manner, staring out of this den after the fluffy she cat. It gave Moraygill a moment to truly inspect him. 

He was slender and almost shiny furred, the black fur casting off colors like purple and green at certain angles. She knew his eyes were red, but she hadn't noticed his ragged ears until now. They were clawed up but also had what looked like a claw pierced through his left ear. She couldn't tell much more than that. 

He didn't seem to have any visible scars peeking through his fur nor any signs of illness or starvation. Honestly, he looked like he was in better condition than most cats she personally knew. 

Soon enough, the she cat returned with a soaked wad of moss in her jaws. “Here,” She purred with a soft smile, setting it down in front of Moraygill. “I know you've already heard us say our names, but I'm Widowmarch, and this is my brother, and the clan herbalist, Addershade.” She explained. 

Moray looked between them before taking the wad of moss into her own mouth and biting down so the water would squeeze out. 

“Your paw was pretty badly messed up too.” Widowmarch continued on, “Two of your claws were ripped out and your whole paw seemed to just be shattered.”

Moray snapped her head up to look at her then. 

“Oh hush.” Addershade snapped at his sister. “What's really wrong is that yes, two of your claws were torn out, and the two toes they were on are broken. I have them splinted but because of the break, I doubt they will heal correctly.”

Moraygill's ears flipped back and she scrunched up her face in warning. 

“You should still be able to walk once it heals.” Addershade mumbled and curled his tail over his paws nervously. “It's gonna be an adjustment, but I don't think it will stop you from doing your clan duties.”

Shifting a bit, Moraygill gave her injured paw a good look. It was wrapped in cobwebs and leaves, both of which were soaked through with blood. She cringed and just looked away. Not like she could see what was underneath them anyway. 

Instead, she tried to shift her legs under herself so she could stand. The action seemed to panic the other two cats in the den, and Addershade started to say something. 

But Moraygill was determined to stand.

And then it seemed she was falling. 

Her legs crumbled under her, jerking her down and to the side as Widowmarch rushed forward for her to fall against. 

“You're too weak right now!” Addershade chirped out through what seemed to be his calming panic. “You have extensive bruising and there's nothing left for your body to run on. You haven't eaten or drank anything since we found you.”

Moraygill glared at him. Sure, he was right, but stars, did this whole situation make her fur stand up. Here she was, leaning against a wispclan cat. Being helped by the clan that stole Coastalclan's treasure. She felt like a traitor just being here. 

Though… maybe she could admit that Widowmarch made a nice nest buddy… her fur was soft and acted as a nice cushion. 

Moray didn't register her eyes drifting closed or her head start to tilt over into Widowmarch's side. Didn't register how comfortable all this felt until the other she cat started to purr softly and began grooming the fur around her spine down. 

She barely recognized her own purr starting up at some point as her eyes slipped shut. 

[tangledbea]

Corona having a sun-based religion is so real. Do you think they worship the moon too or see it as evil in some way? I kind of headcanon that kingdoms closer to Corona hear the story of the Sundrop while kingdoms closer to the Dark Kingdom hear the story of the moonstone, which is why Rapunzel an co. didn't know that the moonstone even existed until Edmund told them?

I don't think Corona worships the moon, nor do I think they think it's evil. It exists as its own deity (the Sun's brother), but not worthy of their attention.

I did a whole RP once (long before the series) based on the premise that the Moon god was jealous of his sister and so decided to select someone to be his avatar. He chose Eugene (or, rather, Flynn). But since Eugene wasn't chosen at birth the way Rapunzel was, having the Moon choose him completely changed his personality, but only by night.

Here! Have the prologue! (Note: I wrote this twelve years ago.)

The magical history of Corona all started with the Sun. From the Sun, a golden drop fell, and from that drop, a magical flower grew, and around that flower, a religion was formed. Shamans and priestesses raised awareness of the Sun Lily, and of the Sun herself. And the people didn’t realize it, but the shamans and priestesses did not imagine the songs and stories they passed on to the people. They were actually told them by the Sun in vision and dream. For she had deliberately let that golden drop of sunlight fall and had nurtured the magic flower that had grown from it until people had found it. That flower was meant for great things. The Sun had a brother, the Moon. He was hardly looked at by the people of Corona, and gave them only reflected light, reflected from the shining face of his sister. In the old days, the people hid from the Moon, and spoke tales of the evils he committed. Now these! These were stories, made up by the people, and were given to them by no one but themselves. Because of this, when the stories reached the ears of the Moon, he grew angry and jealous. He tried to reason with his sister, and she was willing to set the record straight, but the people’s ways had been set, and while they could grow to accept the Moon and not fear him, they never did love him the way they loved the Sun. Many centuries passed, and one day, the Sun’s gift was finally put into motion. Her sacred Lily was plucked and prepared into a broth, which was fed to a queen, who gave birth to a beautiful little girl who now bore the mark of the Sun herself – golden hair and the power to grant life. It was now that the Moon remembered his old jealousies, now that the Sun’s chosen was revealed at last. Even after her power had been taken from her, she had been able to grant life, and was revered as the Sun’s daughter. And so, the Moon began to devise a plan. He bide his time and plotted and thought. And chose.

[poinsettia89]

Looking for RP

Hey y'all. Chronic illness has been kicking my ass (as always), so I'd love to potentially write some literate RP that isn't too focused on reply length. I would love something with some well-developed characters and an interesting premise if we're thinking of something more long-term, and potentially a more permapreg/frequent birthing scenario, so likely something fantasy/sci-fi/historical. However, I'm definitely open to some short-term birthing scenes as well, which could be more slice-of-life if desired! I write carriers exclusively, and I'm looking for seeders, caretakers, or support, though the gender doesn't matter to me. I write nonbinary or female characters, who are usually switches or subs. Plenty comfortable writing more dominant characters, and I do love writing characters who are very capable leaders who have to learn to be vulnerable to accept help during pregnancy and birth as they struggle. I have plenty of scenarios to offer up, though I'm also willing to accommodate quite a bit depending on what you're looking for. Love almost any genre as well. I have an F-list that I can link in DMs. :) Looking to write some really hard births at the moment. My messages are open- please, message with more than just a hello, and please don't make me do all the planning myself. ^^

Kinks/will write (not expansive- feel free to inquire about anything in DMs)- Late pregnancy, rapid preg/permapreg, difficult labor/birth, heavy water breaking/messy birth, clothing birth, birth complications (unplanned multiples, large offspring, bad timing/situation), partner providing pleasure during tough birth, partner character potentially having preg/belly kinks, heavy lactation/draining, pregnancy struggles (overheating, exhaustion, fainting, swelling, soreness, illness, weakness, etc.), active bellies, belly noises, cravings, morning sickness, nausea, hyperemesis gravidarum, belly issues (poor digestive system, gas, aches, food poisoning, bloating, motion sickness, allergies), some stuffing/chugging, some feeding, public humiliation (public labor/birth, public sickness, etc), partner support, possessiveness, praise, worship, romance, cockwarming, bdsm/rough sex/masochism, dom/sub dynamics, risky sex, teasing, aphrodisiacs, ABO, monsters, bloodplay. Love using pregnancy and belly kink as a vehicle for vulnerability- so usually involving discomfort/struggle/some pain for the carrier. That doesn't mean it has to be exclusively bad, though- I would love to have the carrier find a genuine relationship they're happy in and have support in that, despite the difficulty of the birth and pregnancies.

Limits/will not write- Underage/ageplay content, incest, hyper, vore, unbirth, racism/transphobia used as kink, protag death, nonconsent portrayed as romance (cnc is fine, and I write very dark themes regularly- they just need to be shown as dark.)

[br0adsw0rd]

((so for the sake of not playing telephone with tumblr messages im gonna throw this here publicly))

i know me, @h16h-v0l7463, and @efervon4u have been kinda planning this event of sorts with a showdown btwn 3k and amir (im not gonna spoil the plans or anything but im excited)

the problem is both of these guys are employed and i know Personally that amir's boss is coming back from a bit of a long vacation and he doesnt want to (obviously) get caught playing toys on company time

however we wanna get this done before the in game reset (which is when he'd like to do an in character reset) so we'd have to try and cram it in on friday to saturday (his days off)

ALSO also we might have another friend joining the mini hex rp group we've got going on (again not naming names AND ALSO NOT NAMING RP ROLES EITHER YOU GOTTA WAIT TOO) and we dont want to be running a big high IC stress event while she's trying to settle in and have a bit of fun with it. id offered to have part of the event happen today and we can finish it later in the week but if she's actually serious about this i wanna leave the next couple days for a bit of casual interaction

this DOES however mean arthur is pretty much "grounded" since the wheels are already in motion and i dont wanna god mod "OH BUT WHAT IF HIS [REDACTED] STILL WORKED AS IF IT HASNT ALREADY BEEN [REDACTED] UH UH DONT QUESTION IT!!!!!"

anyways yeah :)

[saingirl101]

Something that really made me go crazy inside were the unexpected sweet moments from ep 4 of The Ravening war

Karna the most cutthroat person of the group, who had sold out Amangeaux time and time again letting her leave to flee with her sun, wrecking her plans but moving her to actual tears.

Colin leaving deli after baring his heart and soul and going to take care of raphaniel who definitely needs the support after the mental breaking moments he's had. Giving the little banana kid and his mom money. even though he knows he can never wash that stain away he knows what its like to grow up poor and without your dad.

Amangeaux and raphaniel's unexpectedly tender reunion. Despite the machinations raphaniel tried to put into motion its clear they might have actually been good friends.

Raphaniel losing his mind because after being essentially ostracized by the church after mistepping he longed to reunite with that feeling that accepted him heart and soul and yearning for it so much that he takes off after seeing the mushroom people and is the one to accpt the spores into his body.

just this is such a great fucking cast, their RP is top tier and does not make me feel normal. JUST OMG, I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE LOSING MY MIND VER THESE INTERACTIONS RIGHT?

[cellgatinbo]

also tubbo fucking please. his plan to kill q!forever includes lagging out his computer so much he can’t fight back. this is why you’re in negative rp point debt my man

Yeahh I hope either his plan changes or the admins step in 😭 instantly killing Forever would be so disappointing after the potential for rp that this arc has. I can't imagine if someone had used lag to instantly kill Forever in the second stream of the Happy Pills Arc, we would've missed all the great streams not just from Forever but also from Bagi, Cellbit, Pac, Fit, and I think Foolish and Jaiden as well. The buildup of the narrative and tension and the ability for multiple ccs to get involved is part of what makes it so entertaining for viewers and ccs alike

exactly ^^^ forever is doing Big Things™️ that is purposefully involving the other islanders, by openly threatening their eggs. he’s got big plans (hell even counting out the days for his character’s story)

as much as i love tubbo and can appreciate his buck wild insane ideas, it’ll be fun for no one for him alone to kill The Evil Entity/Parasite/Dark Corruption making the president of the island turn on everyone, with. game lag. not even that, it won’t kill him instantly, his plan is to lag him out then chainsaw through his THOUSANDS of totems for ~20 mins until he’s out.

honestly i dont think he’ll go through with it, if he’ll have it all ready and confident to actually do it before forever’s actual plans go into motion, but. tubbo my guy why was this your first and only plan here

[viatrixtravels-a]

Lumine's Birthday (9/12) Event [submissions OPEN]

"Okay, listen up everyone! The Traveller is currently away to deliver a package to someone in the city as part of a commissions, so this is the perfect time to set my plan into motion!"

The Pixie cleared her throat, drumrolling playing in the background as she revealed a fancy, colorful banner.

"Ta-dah! I present to you, Lumine's birthday event! Her birthday is exactly one week away now and I just know she will try to let it pass without anyone noticing."

"Not on Paimon's watch though! I understand that it'll be a hard day for her because she has to celebrate it away from her twin, so let's try everywhere we can to cheer her up and make it an amazing experience!"

How to participate?

Submit or send a birthday message and/or describe what kind of gift your muse/character would give to Lumine.

I will hold onto all of them and feature them in a big post on Lumine birthday next week (December 9th). You can include graphics, etc. but this is definitely not a must! :3

Basically the idea behind is that all of the new friends she made at Teyvat would try to cheer her up on her birthday. <3

Multi-muse blogs: Please specify which one of your muses the message/gift is from. You can also send them from multiple muses, of course!

Duplicates are no issue! I will also include the individual URLs of the blogs who submitted something!

Deadline

December 7th at 10 PM GMT+2

This will give me time to compile a masterpost on the 8th so it's ready to post on the 9th.

NOTE: I know the Traveller has no 'canon' birthday, but December 9th is simply the day I chose for Lumine because I thought the zodiac sign (Sagittarius) fit her very well. I also love doing birthday RPs/interactions so yeah.

If this flops, it never happened.

[themcst]

It's a new year. And I know I've been so quiet the past few months with work. But I'm grateful for everyone who has stuck by me since I moved Wally to his own account.

It's new year new me. So hopefully this year starts of better and I don't loose my job on the second day of the year. That really put a damper on 2024 for me. But so far I have cons planned and I'm travelling a bit more around the UK at least which I didn't think I'd be doing. Like I'm going to Manchester again but I'm also gonna end up in London for the first time and maybe Birmingham again which is exciting!!!

Everyone has resolutions. I'm attempting to challenge myself to hopefully read at least one book a month and complete one game. Two games if they're relatively short games. I desperately miss my hobbies and feeling a sense of accomplishment on completing things! So it's something I do plan to do!

It's the same with writing. I'm not making promises. But I am hoping to at least spend an hour or two depending on the day a few times a week writing things for my rp blogs just because I do enjoy writing. I'm unfortunately always tired and never get the chance. But now that things are going to be quiet for a few months I'll be able to get everything in motion again.

Same with getting my multi remade and maybe giving an oc of mine his own blog if I feel like it!

Lots of things I want to do but it's all oh so doable! I'm hoping I can stick things out and get things achieved!!!