#RP index

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

🐀🐟surprise/whisperer RP index🐟🐀

Regular AU

Amnesia AU (spin off from regular AU)

Siren AU

human/Vampire AU

Vampire/Siren AU

Vampire Ceb AU

Demon Ceb AU (former slave Gosgo/Felly)

Demon Alistair AU

boxfish!Alistair/mer!Ceb AU

Mobster AU

Disenchantment AU

Trollhunters AU

Don´t Starve AU

Corpse Groom AU

Psychonauts AU

TMNT AU

Avatar the last airbender AU

the owl house AU

Pokemon AU

Deltarune AU

Outlast AU

Cult of the Lamb AU

SCP AU

regular College AU

fast forward AU

Vampire/siren AU (Monster AU)

haunted forest AU

Alistair/Ceb slow burn

Felonious/Guinness slow burn

Pirate AU

Cheerleader AU

Ghost Alistair AU

one sided/then mutual pining AU (Ceb/Alistair)

vampire Alistair/Ceb vampire butcher AU

revenge AU

Daddy Dearest AU

reverse Daddy Dearest AU

Mideavil/Cat Alistair AU

forbidden love AU

Boxfish!Alistair/Felonious AU (former pet)

Crowns Curse AU

Wizard school AU

Enchanted AU

besmirched noble AU

the queen´s pet AU

Campus Party AU

Ceb/Twins AU (Ceb/Cornelia/Cornelius)

Angel/Demon AU

Ghoul Alistair AU

Fairytale AU

Coffeeshop AU

Superhero AU

Superhero AU (miscommunication/Alistair becomes a hero)

Beauty and the Beast AU

Vampire College AU

Wild West AU

Vampire/Wendigo AU

Soulmate AU (three colors/Alistair/Ceb)

Soulmate AU three colors Guinness/Felonious

Puppet AU

Ghost Kings AU

three kingdoms AU

Prison AU

Felonious/Boxfish!Alistair AU (driftwood savior)

Daycare AU

forest deity AU

lost and found AU (Ceb/Guinness)

Godly AU

the dark crystal AU

Frog Prince AU

College AU (Felonious/Elijah)

Analog Horror AU

Cuphead AU

Sorcerers and Swindlers AU

FNAF AU

Gravity Falls AU

little Prince AU

The Amazing Digital Circus AU

~ONE SHOTS~

[thepyroprincess]

Intro Post

Greetings, I am the princess of the Sol Empire, but you may refer to me as Blaze the Cat.

I have been informed of my friends' presence here on tumblr and wished to participate as well. Sonic, Amy and Cream have shown me how to start up this blog.

Things to know:

Suggestive stuff.. is acceptable but also if you try anything with blaze you will be smited

I do not mind talking about darker topics but will try to deviate away from the topic for it seems to me what the character would do depending on the situation

There will be cursing, cannot say how much but if the roleplay escalates a lot, so will the amount of cursing

There might be personal headcanons and/or assumptions about this character made by the roleplayer but please understand I'm acting her character out the best I can

Anons and OCs are welcomed here

Shadaze is now canon and I intend to stay loyal to that, no romantic stuff with anyone else now, sry

Will add on to this if necessary

Other cool sonic rp blogs:

Sonics:

@ur-fav-blue-blur69

@ghostintheprism

@twink-sonic

Shadows:

@theultimateshadow

@twink-shadow

Silvers:

@silverthefutureboi

@voxfuturi

@twink-silver

@butch-silver

Blazes:

Knuckles:

@echidnawarrior94

Tails:

@two-of-tails

@doubletaileddoubletrouble

Amys:

@femmeamy

Rouges:

@driving-you-batty

Creams:

@dacreambun

@teatime-with-cream

Surges:

@the-green-mean

Espios:

@the-devoted-ninja

Nine:

@9oftails

Multi:

@silver-heroes-rp

@the-sonic-crew

@aburningmemory

[thegoodnessofprovidence]

If I have a companion...

1, 2

The Granada version of The Final Problem continues to deliver. When Holmes has received word that Moriarty has evaded arrest, he suggests that Watson ought to leave on behalf of his safety from the imminent threat that is posed to him simply for being allied with Holmes.

In the text, they argue this point for 'half an hour' which would not translate well to fitting a 50 minute episode.

but it's this part where Jeremy Brett nails it. His voice breaks off on 'companion' and twists into a bitter smile as imagining what could happen to Watson if Moriarty were to harm him in order to get to Holmes is simply too terrible of a fate that he cannot finish the thought.

The quick way with which Holmes immediately acquiesces to Watson's refusal to leave his side in spite of the danger depicts a unique version of their relationship.

[freshthoughts2020]

[noisytenant]

i dont actually know the scope of the term "fauxcest". is it for incest-scenario roleplay, or for any story where it's technically not incest (eg "complicated adoptive relationship"), or is it both, or neither.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

is your index finger shorter than your ring?

Do you want to gift me a pair of custom-made gloves? How nice.

Or, what is more likely, are you trying to stealthily ask to how much testosterone I was exposed to prenatally? Not exactly useful information, is it? The answer is quite clear anyway without finger length.

Got your answer then? So my index finger is shorter.

So why did you ask that, if I may ask?

[avaferin]

I haven't been able to cut my hair so it's really fuckin long... Like too long

[bladeofdestruction]

Tag Drop 1

Crimson Chaos (IC)

Eternal Decay (RP)

Fragmented Delirium (Asks)

Destruction (About Muse)

Distorted Lunacy (Crack RP)

Free Blade Hugs (OOC)

CAPtastrophe (Mun)

Unending Wreckage (NSFW)

Playtime (Dash Games)

Papers (Tag Index)

[b1oodandchocolate]

Frederick needed to get out of the house. He had been staring at his computer screen, the cursor blinking on a barely touched document, unable to summon the will to keep working on this chapter.

What is the problem? he thought to himself after the third hour of hardly typing anything. He sat back and rubbed his eyes, reminding himself that he had barely spoken to anyone in the past three days, except for the couple of words shared with various takeout delivery people.

Chilton shut his laptop and grabbed his keys. He headed to one of his favorite eateries to get a sandwich before heading to the park to people watch.

There was something peaceful about viewing a slice of mundane, everyday life. People walking their dogs. Lovers on picnic dates. Passersby enjoying the fresh air, clearing their heads as he was doing.

Frederick was broken out of his thoughts when he noticed a wallet on the ground near someone. He stood up from the bench he had parked himself on to retrieve the wallet and said, "Excuse me, is this yours?"

[pokemon-researcher-cross]

Yes, unfortunately. It was accidental, but it was totally my fault. This was back when I was working in Professor Elm’s lab as a research assistant, so it was a while ago. I was trying to check the vital signs of a Furret’s egg, but I wasn’t careful enough and the mother Furret got freaked out by me approaching her nest. She got aggressive, and my Crobat (who was a Golbat at the time) tried to jump to my defense. I got in the way to shield the egg because I didn’t want it to get hit by an Air Slash, and WOW did it hurt.

Luckily, I got Golbat under control and the Furret realized I was protecting the egg, not trying to take it, so the fight quickly ground to a halt, but I had to get stitches on my back from where the attack hit. It hurt for like two or three weeks even with pain meds, and it left a scar.

Research post.

Has one of your Pokemon ever hit you with a move? Was it intentional or accidental? Did it cause long term pain or injury? How much did it hurt?

[arcadia-smith]

TW: 18+, dominance, dirty talk, P in V, face fuck.

Imagine RP with Simon Riley.

You've been married to Simon for ages. And now that he's been retired for the sake of your mental health, it had been going good.

Sex in bed, shower, on the kitchen counter, up in the attic, the garage. There's no place you haven't done it.

And yes, it has gotten repetitive. Maybe because you've been having sex five times a day, that's the count for bad days, on good ones, it happens even more.

So here you are now, on your knees, in front of him. Your hand slowly reaching for the zipper of your dress, it coming undone with a soft hiss.

The garment falls away, leaving you clad only in a delicate lace bra and matching panties. You look up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed "Please, sir... may I remove these as well?" you ask, hands hovering over the skimpy lingerie.

Yes, yes, it was Simon's idea. Both of you playing out some kind of fantasy.

He nods curtly, his voice low and roughened with desire "Remove them. I want to see that tight little pussy, all pink and slick for me."

As you comply, shedding the last of your clothing, Simon's gaze rakes over your body. When you're completely nude, he steps forward, towering over you.

"You're so fucking perfect, Love." He growls, hooking two of his fingers under your chin to pull you up to your feet.

His hands slide down to your hips, fingers digging into the skin.

You wrap your arms around his waist, fingers splaying across the firm muscles of his back as you press yourself more firmly against him.

You can feel his arousal press against your stomach.

"Please.. can I touch you, Sir?" You whisper in the most innocent voice you can manage.

With a low grunt, he spins you around, pinning your back against his chest.

One hand slides up your side to cup your breast, thumb flicking over the pert nipple while the other hand trails down your stomach, dipping into the wet heat of your sex. "So eager, aren't you?" he rasps, fingers delving deeper to stroke your inner walls. "Such a greedy little cunt, desperate for my cock."

He withdraws his hand, bringing it to his mouth to lick your essence from his fingers. The taste only fuels his desire, and he quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his powerful physique. His erection stands proud, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You slowly turn around, facing him, you reach out tentatively, tracing a finger along the ridged length of his shaft. "It's so big, Simon," you whispered looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Will it fit inside me?"

And then you erupt in laughter, shaking your head "Oh my god, Simon. This is so stupid."

Simon let out a low growl, staring at you "Babe.."

You place your index finger on his lips "Calling you Sir, okay, yeah, I can manage. But asking that question?" You try to catch your breath for a moment, trying to keep the laughter away "Of course it will fit, we've had sex already twice today. And plenty more times in these years we've been married."

Simon brushes your hand away from his face, letting out a low sigh "See what you did?" He nods down to his now half-hard cock "You sure know how to ruin the mood."

You bite your lower lip, to stop another wave of laughter from breaking free. Then you reach down, fingers wrapping around his cock, stoking him slowly.

"Okay okay. I'll be better... Sir," without waiting for an answer, you sink to your knees once more.

With a firm grip on your hair, he guides you closer, the head of his dick brushing against your parted lips.

He thrusts forward, sinking into the warm, wet embrace of your mouth. Simon groans at the exquisite sensation, his hips jerking involuntarily as he buries himself to the hilt between your plump cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut as Simon's thick length invades your mouth, the salty tang of his precum mingling with your saliva. You relax your throat, allowing him to slide deeper, until his pubic bone rests against your nose.The musky scent of his arousal fills your senses, making your head spin with lust.

You begin to bob your head, taking him in and out of your mouth with increasing enthusiasm. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of his shaft, lapping at the droplets of fluid that leak from the tip.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice roughened by desire. "Take every inch, you filthy little slut."

His hips start to move in sync with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. The lewd sounds of your encounter fill the room – the slurping of your mouth, the squelching of your saliva, and the rhythmic slap of his balls against your chin.

Just when he thinks he might explode, Simon wrenches himself free from your lips with a harsh tug on your hair. "Enough," 

He grabs your arms and hauls you to your feet, pressing your back against the wall. His hands roam your body possessively, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples until they're stiff peaks.

"You've had your fun, princess," he rasps, his hot breath fanning across your face. "Now it's my turn to play." With a swift motion, he lifts your legs, hooking them over his hips as he notches the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. "Tell me how much you want this,cock inside you. Admit how badly you crave to be filled by me, to have your tight little pussy stretched to its limits by my massive dick."

He teases you with the tip, circling it around your clit before sliding it up and down your slick slit, coating himself in your arousal.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, princess," he warns, his eyes blazing with a ruthless intensity. "I'll pound this cunt until you're screaming my name, until you're nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and pain."

With that, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

What Simon was supposed to do, was keep up a ruthless pace without any mercy, an act of a real asshole who thinks just about dominance and himself. You had come up with a safe word for a reason.

But as a second scream erupts from your lips, a scream more of pain than pleasure, his movements still.

Your head snaps to meet his eyes "What... Simon." You mumble. You hadn't used the safe word. So why did he stop?

Simon places a soft kiss on your lips, his movements now as loving and soft as possible.

He might be a rough looking man but with you, he's a soft teddy bear. And even with your approval, he can never be rough with you.

[ask-errorfresh]

INDEX

IMPORTANT! If your ask has not been answered yet, it's most likely because it is recent or because it is still in my drafts with a textual answer and not illustrated. Other reasons could be because the ask you asked has already been answered before or because your ask has already been asked many times. Be patient and take care!

1. Intro: Ask errorfresh

2. ask #1: Does Fresh like vocaloid?

3. ask #2: Favorite activities?

4. ask #3: Can Error be licked?

5. ask #4: We love Fresh!

6. ask #5: Can you put a duck on Error's head?

7. ask #6: Error doesn't deserve that treatment >:(

8. ask #7: 500 orbitz drink for them...

9. ask #8: Outer steals Fresh's hat

10. ask #9: More love for Error and Fresh!

11. ask #10: ....... kiss.....???????

12. ask #11: Error's opinion on the creature (goes wrong)

13. ask #12: Stupid skeletons swap their stupid glasses

14. ask #13: Has Error ever knit something for Fresh?

15. ask #14: Swapping glasses wasn't enough. Swap the whole outfit.

16. ask #15: About darkblitz...

17. ask #16: Has Error ever seen true!fresh?

18. ask #17: Throwing a parasite in Error's face

19. ask #18: time party rp ref

20. ask #19: Yeah error is okay, maybe

21. ask #20: What's Error and Fresh' love language?

22. ask #21: What does Fresh think about Error's puppets?

23. ask #22: Blueberry

24. ask #23: Not Blueberry anymore.

25. ask #24: Cookies!

26. ask #25: What happened to pacifrisk?

27. ask #26: IM NOT KISSING FRESH - error

28. ask #27: 4/20!!!!!! Fresh's birthda- THAT'S A LIE!!!!!

29. ask #28: *Throws a furbie at Error*

30. ask #29: Does Error play Otome games?

31. ask #30: guys stop throwing things at error...

32. ask #31: still not kissing the parasite

33. ask #32: About Vinny and Chilli P, Fresh and Error's relationship

34. ask #33: Dandy's world... Ermm...

35. ask #34: more hate for Error, more love to Fresh

37. ask #35: How close are Fresh and Error?

38. ask #36: What do they think about Geno's Christmas party?

Will be updated!

[thegoodnessofprovidence]

On the Continent

1

Something changes in the way Holmes perceives Watson when they reach Brussels. They've been moving too quickly, with too focused movements for him to give it any thought. But something settles into the back of his mind when they're in the train compartment, planning the next part of their voyage that suddenly it feels like this could be a holiday.

Maybe it's the being away from England. Maybe it's the first chance in a while to properly be with Watson since their months of separation. Maybe it's the prospect of the two of them spending for what is the first time in their friendship, an extended period of time with no company but each other, with nothing to do but travel. Maybe Mycroft can do what Mycroft does, secures the whole terrible affair and they can rest easy, return home together without fear.

And Holmes can do what he has wanted to do for years now.

[starmocha]

‘tis the damn season and deck them goddamned halls [Sylus/Reader ★ 1800 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Onychinus’ base gets a festive makeover. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 — in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) Day 04 — you shine like the stars, you light up my heart (Xavier/Reader) A/N: I did not mean to skip this many days. I had an iron deficiency that left me physically weak and unable to focus for days. But I’m backkk now. Gonna try to churn out a few stories to catch up with the schedule. 😭😭😭 I had this idea planned since the beginning of this series, but the other day, the Sylus RP blog @sylus-qin and I ended doing a mistletoe plot too. Completely different from this, but I still wanted to give a shoutout <3 Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

Throughout Linkon City, citizens were getting ready for the merry season. Garlands and festive lights were strung high in the city square, and holiday music blared from stores seemingly nonstop.

The moment you stepped into the N109 Zone, however, you noticed the drastic change. It wasn’t that the citizens of the N109 Zone didn’t celebrate Christmas, but the atmosphere felt much more subdued in comparison to the lively Linkon City. You saw a few decorations here and there. Shops (the reputable ones at least) were doing Christmas-themed sales, and you heard some Christmas songs every now and then.

In spite of all that, though, there was one place in the N109 Zone that did feel completely devoid of all signs of the approaching holiday.

Onychinus’ base.

“It’s so dark and dreary here.”

“It’s always dark and dreary here.”

“Don’t you want to make it festive?”

“Not particularly.”

“…”

“But if a certain kitten wants to ‘deck the halls,’ then by all means, go ahead.”

“You could’ve just said yes.”

“Do you want my card?”

“Yes.”

Armed with Sylus’ highly-valued black card and two of his trusted henchmen, Operation: Turn Onychinus’ base into a holly jolly wonderland was underway!

Since Luke and Kieran both refused to take off their masks, you reluctantly decided to do your shopping around the N109 Zone and made a few online orders for whatever other decorations you decided you needed.

Within a few days, shopping bags and packages full of garlands, lights, ornaments, and random knickknacks were strewn in the parlor just waiting for your creative touch. You beamed proudly, already humming happily Deck the Halls as you lay everything out neatly. A sudden shadow overcast you, the imposing presence looming behind you had you looking up curiously and meeting the amused smirk of Onychinus’ feared leader.

“Sweetie, I gave you my card.”

“…yeah?”

“…did you even buy anything?”

“What do you mean?! I bought a ton!”

“But you’ve only spent $1,000.”

“…don’t you have a gun you need to go bid on or something?”

After shooing Sylus away, you gotten to work decorating every single room, all of the halls, and not leaving a single crevice free from your festive vision. You worked nonstop for hours, commandeering whichever unfortunate Onychinus henchmen who passed by you, and roping them into your Yuletide operation.

“A little higher…higher…higher…too high—”

“Miss Hunter,” Kieran interrupted you from atop his ladder. You couldn’t see his face, but from his tone alone, you surmised he was rolling his eyes at you, about exasperated with the hours of you barking out orders to the twins.

“This was where we had the garland ten minutes ago,” Luke finished his brother’s thought, his tone much more explicit.

“Oh,” you said sheepishly, squinting, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” both twins answered.

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Maybe a little lower—”

They both ignored you and proceeded to hang the garland as is. You huffed in annoyance, but before you could get another word out, you noticed Mephisto perching nearby on a console table. You glared.

“Sylus!”

Mephisto squawked in shock and started flapping his wings, flying away as you chased after the mechanical crow.

“Mephie! I know you were spying on me for Sylus!” you yelled after the bird as you dashed down the hallway, “Get back here, you snoop!”

Luke and Kieran stared at one another, sighing.

Suddenly, Luke piped up, “Actually, maybe Miss Hunter is right and this could be low—"

He watched his brother climbed down his ladder and walked away. Luke grumbled, “So…am I supposed to finish decorating the hallway by myself now?”

“Caw! Caw! Caw-caw!”

“Don’t you ‘caw-caw’ at me, you traitor!” you screamed as you stumbled into Sylus’ study just as Mephisto landed on the young Onychinus leader’s shoulder. He looked up at you, his brow quirking up in question as you continued to argue with the mechanical crow. He sighed as his once quiet study was now filled with the argumentative squawking from both you and Mephisto.

“Sweetie, is everything okay?” he asked patronizingly, interrupting both you and the mechanical crow. He didn’t even attempt to hide his amusement when you turned to glare at him, clearly unpleased with his condescending tone.

“You were spying on me!”

“I was not,” he answered, mildly offended by the accusation. “I’ve been in my study all afternoon.”

“You had Mephisto spying on me!”

“Mephisto is free to roam as he pleased,” Sylus answered calmly, though you still had suspicions. Sylus sighed and motioned for the mechanical crow to leave. Mephisto appeared upset, but he did hop off Sylus’ shoulder and flew out of the room without complaint. You glared at the open door, only turning around when Sylus called your name.

“I’ve already seen your progress earlier,” Sylus said, “Is there a particular reason you suddenly don’t want me to know about your little project?”

Your shoulders slumped, feeling a little embarrassed now, as if you were a child being reprimanded for throwing a temper tantrum. “I wanted it to be a surprise,” you admitted, and Sylus smiled. “I wanted to see your reaction once everything was done.”

Sylus stood up from his desk and made his way over to you. You kept your sight lowered, too embarrassed to look him in the eye now after your silly little hissy fit.

“Look at me,” Sylus said firmly.

You hesitated.

“Sweetie, I said look at me,” Sylus repeated, his tone sharper, making you flinched before you slowly looked up, surprised to see his gentle smile.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’m already touched that you wanted to do this,” he said, “And I already know I love everything that you’ve done so far, so why are you fretting so much? It is just a holiday.”

“Can’t you at least be a little surprised or…” You furrowed your brows.

He shook his head, laughing to himself at your frustrated expression. “Are you upset now that I am not overtly excited?”

“Well, no,” you admitted quietly, “I can’t really see you jumping for joy or gushing or…”

Sylus watched in amusement as you continued to mumble to yourself. “Have you decorated the tree yet?”

“Hm?” You looked up, surprised when Sylus questioned you. Slowly, you shook your head, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

“Then, why don’t we do this next part together?”

“…you actually want to decorate something?”

“No,” he answered, taking your hand in his, “But I do enjoy spending time with you. I don’t particularly care about the activity itself.”

You started to smile again. “Okay,” you said at last, “I was saving the tree for last, but…I want to decorate it with you as well.”

“Couldn’t we—ah!” You startled, frightened as you suddenly felt the ground disappeared and you were floating several feet high with only the tendrils of the red and black mist Sylus controlled supporting you. You gripped tightly the star topper in your hands. “Sylus—we could’ve used a ladder!”

He shrugged dismissively, and casually made a motion with his hand. You suddenly found yourself floating near the top of the Christmas tree, your feet dangling a little, unused to this weightless feeling of being suspended in the air for so long. After half an hour of decorating the tree with lights and an assortment of different ornaments, the only thing that was left was the topper for the tree. You carefully placed the star topper, smiling when it appeared to be aligned straight and perfectly.

Your joy was brief as without warning and within seconds, you suddenly found yourself descending rapidly, your cries stopping only once you found yourself cradled in Sylus’ strong arms, and his haughty face was peering down at you in amusement at your reddened cheeks.

You feebly glared at him. “You—!”

He chuckled. “The tree looks nice, sweetie,” he complimented you with sincerity, and your expression softened, though you were still mildly upset, feeling your heart still racing from the earlier adrenaline you had experienced at his mercy.

“Next time, you can put the topper on the tree,” you half-grumbled. Sylus agreed affably to your words.

In that moment, you noticed Mephisto had flown into the room, though Sylus himself seemed unsurprised by the mechanical bird’s presence. You blinked in confusion, noticing Mephisto was circling above you two, carrying a particular bundle of foliage in his beak.

“Why is Mephisto carrying parsley in his beak?”

“Parsle—what is wrong with your head?”

Sylus lowered his face down closer to yours. He smirked when he saw your smile, quickly catching on that you were messing with him just seconds earlier. He settled you back down to your feet, but he didn’t allow much space between you two. His face inched closer to yours and his thumb brushed over your lips, amused when he noticed you trembling from just the light touch. “Teasing me, are you?”

“I mean…just a little bit,” you said, feeling a growing dread upon seeing Sylus’ smile and sensing his imposing aura that almost wanted to engulf you. You nervously swallowed, wondering what was going on in his head.

“Should a kitten be so naughty this close to Christmas?” Sylus questioned you with a smirk, continuing, “What if good ol’ St. Nick puts you on his naughty list at the last minute?”

You pouted when he squeezed your face. You gripped his arm with both hands, grumbling, “What about you? Aren’t you expecting a lifetime supply of coals?”

“Indeed,” Sylus agreed to your annoyance. He loosened his grip on your face, his touch gentler now as he guided your lips closer to his. His voice was low, soft and only audible to you, “There is one festive tradition I wouldn’t mind practicing.”

“Which is…” There was a growing knot in your stomach, already suspecting that you knew what he had meant. With Mephisto’s sudden presence after Sylus’ earlier suggestion to decorate the Christmas tree together, you couldn’t help but wondered if all of this had been some elaborate ploy of his that you had gullably let yourself be manipulated into. You hesitantly voiced your thought aloud, the knot in your belly twisting tighter at his amused laugh and sudden confession.

“I confess,” he husked, taking your lips greedily for himself. You gasped against his kisses, surrendering yourself to him almost immediately. Lost to Sylus’ relentless kisses, you didn’t even notice when Mephisto landed on the mantle, the mistletoe still in his beak as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. Almost embarrassed, the mechanical crow looked away, his head tucked into his wing, as you and Sylus continued to kiss next to the newly decorated and brightly lit Christmas tree, its warm glow seeming to welcome the approaching holiday with wonderous joy.

[noisytenant]

in many cases this is asking for a lot but i also think it would be nice for more "pov" type videos to include some camera work and/or foley to represent the pov character. sometimes the pov character is supposed to be nodding or shaking their head, moving toward or away from the speaker, struggling, etc... but the stationary camera and silence sort of take you out of the scene.

that being said, it can be difficult and time consuming to overdub audio, and in most cases only digital camerawork is possible since the person is working solo, which might look cheap.

but i guess i'm surprised it's SO uncommon? i almost never see it; no examples come to mind. maybe with vrchat stuff there's at least some camera... the pros and cons of the digital world.

if one takes up the challenge, i feel like having two versions is sensible; one with pov sound/video and one without. it's ambitious to incorporate this into a project, but it feels like a worthwhile challenge to me... wouldn't it be sort of fun to mix audio such that certain sounds "come" from the listener without intruding upon the main track? it doesn't require that much imagination... just notice what it sounds like to be yourself as a passive observer of the world around you for a few minutes. come on... give it a try......

of course, i'm able to say all this since i haven't really tried making any videos myself. this ambitiousness can even be cited as part of the reason for that. so... yeah... xp

[maelancoli]

PADDING OUT DIALOGUE SCENES

in another round of very unprompted writing advice i thought i figured i'd share my two cents when it comes to the topic of struggling to fill out conservational scenes. another thing i see a LOT of lately is a general fretting among writers who find that dialogue comes easily to them but the rest is a struggle. for me it's often been the opposite, i had to work at honing the talking part but description? i've always done a little too much tbqh. but funny enough the solution for both is not disconnected.

a lot of it will come down to knowing your character. what are their ticks? what are their filler words? are they bold and expressive when they're speaking? or are they withdrawn and shy? deciding the behavioral quirks of your character will improve your instincts when trying to be more descriptive. do they fidget with their clothes? do they pick up objects and toy with them? do they fold their arms around themselves or have other defensive posture? where do their eyes go when they speak? do they look around a lot? do they have an intense, unwavering gaze? do they zone out to look at other objects? what are they looking at when they do look away to think or listen? (this is also where having a faceclaim to build characteristics and mannerisms around can be helpful, not just in rp settings but any kind of fiction.)

"i guess...i don't really know how i'm supposed to feel about it," he admitted.

okay so we already have information here to expound on. the character is uncertain and conflicted. how would that effect their demeanor outwardly?

"i guess..." he trailed off with a sigh. he shook his head and his gaze grew unfocused, wandering away from his companion to stare blankly at a clock on the mantelpiece. his index finger tapped lightly at his knee. "i don't know how i'm supposed to feel about it, ya' know?" amir admitted with a shrug. he finally looked at the other man again, but there was a vulnerability which brought a sheepish shadow to his tumultuous gaze.

we've shown he is pensive with a wandering eye and that he's a little uncomfortable with his nervous tick of tapping. the next step is to consider the inner workings of their PoV. what does the scene itself call for them to be doing and thinking between lines? what does the emotion and tension of the scene—or even the comfort and familiarity of it—reflect inside them?

"you don't have to know right now," malik pointed out. he lifted his hands from where they had rested on the surface of the table to turn his palms outward, leaning in closer. "it's okay not to know." they held one another's gaze for a silent moment. amir's lips pressed together and he swallowed down the lump which had formed in his throat. he was not an emotional man. he had always prided himself on his restraint. but it was all beginning to be too much and the empathy in his friend's eyes was only another weight upon his already bowed shoulders. "...maybe you're right," he mumbled thoughtfully.

here we have shown his friend's gesture, adding more presence to the environment around them. and then we have given a little space for the character to feel. we have given a little information about who he is, or at least how he thinks about himself. by bringing his eyes back to his companion we have shown he is opening up, he is actually leaning into the intimacy of comfort and listening. but the mumble shows he is still not confident in admitting the need for help. it shows he has not even accepted fully the grace he's being given.

it isn't just what a character is saying, it's how they're saying it. it's how they're carrying themselves. it's how they're receiving the other characters' words. and showing how they're carrying themselves along with their inner feelings will also help show what is driving their dialogue. it will create a contrast if they're not being a reliable narrator, if they're contradicting or if they're withholding etc.

taking time and being patient with yourself to expound upon these things and to develop your character will make them more real. the more you practice and get to know them, the more instinctive and natural it will become!