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dansiere · 4 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @breselin, & @citialiin; thank you for the tag! I was planning on stealing it. tagging: @rosiqe, @noirtux, @goldgliitters, @ndeavor, @reminiscentsky, @battleshell, @ettards & whoever else wants to do this. Just steal it & tag me. -- go wild.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [loosely affiliated mainly due to the fandom’s size. I am quite open to crossovers of any kind, really even if it takes me a while to open up.]

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [she is one of the deuteragonists; has been around since the pilot & while she has been sidelined during the epilogue, she was usually at least around with her story arc / actions having a huge impact on the overall story as such.]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [I guess so? Then again, that’s an objective statement so I am just? Assuming? I personally find her general aesthetics to be quite amazing; she is a dance battler, graceful & elegant; a ballerina with a classical theme that runs through her design & attitude like a red threat. I have a weak spot for stuff like that.]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [surprisingly, Pearl is considered to be the strongest non-fusion Crystal Gem according to the show (until Lapis Lazuli comes around). -- I assume prowess wise Pearl is high up next to Garnet & Rose whenever she can actually get her crap together due to having fought countless battles &, most importantly, survived the war in which she fought & shattered opponents thrice her size.]

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. [partially yes, partially no. She is controversial for sure but just as popular. At some point, the show delved deeper into her issues & actually had her mess up quite severely; the fandom’s reaction was so harsh that the showrunners had to interfere by “apologizing for making her human”. Pearl has always been a target for extreme criticism; some of it justified, some just straight down ridiculous. -- It’s easy to forget what kind of complexity a character can offer when her resolution arc happens literally ten episodes before the show ends.]

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [Pearl becomes Steven’s guardian / mentor after the death of his mother Rose Quartz & can later be considered his stand-in mother alongside Garnet. It is safe to say that her actions have influenced Steven the most, both negatively & positively.]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [she earned herself the title ‘The Renegade’ during the war for being the first (& arguably only) pearl that broke out of her conditioning; she used to be a wanted criminal / traitor to her own kind for 5000 + years until her record was cleared upon the beginning of Era 3 (aka official end of the Gem War). She is still being referred to as ‘The Renegade’ now & then; while she used to be proud of the title she has grown to resent it a lot these days.]

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [it depends on who you ask; Homeworld Soldiers? Well, they despise her; she is a defective Gem & a war criminal. She stands for all that is wrong with the rebellion; I mean a pearl who refuses to serve & calls herself an individual? a warrior? THE SCANDAL!! Some soldiers are afraid of her, call her ‘Rose Quartz’ terrifying renegade’, even. However, in her ranks aka the rebellion, she is being seen as a silent heroine. A celebrated war hero, Rose Quartz’s right hand & sole confidante (some even whisper that there is more between them).]

How strictly do you follow canon? — uh... well. Not really but... kinda?��Steven Universe’s canon is messy & occasionally QUITE inconsistent. -- while it gives you vague details, some lore can best be compared to a gaping void. Thus my reason for partial divergence isn’t lack of good character writing (because Pearl is very, very complex even on screen), but rather inconvenient lore holes & SU’s habit of leaving important facts uncommented, “unshown” or just stuck between the lines. While I don’t mind deep analysis, some of those “buried facts” fly other people’s heads which leads to terrible, terrible fanon takes. -- in order to distance myself from that, I usually take canon & expand it with my own headcanons & metas based on lore / show analysis. I often alter / cut what does not fit my narrative BUT I always root my stuff in actual canon occurrences.

Sometimes, I just straight down change certain things that canon messed up in my pov. For example, in order to make it explicitly clear that she fell in love & rebelled on her own volition (even if it has been confirmed like ten times by now), my Pearl is around 1500 years older than the original & (in)directly served White Diamond before being handed to Pink (not the only reason for that change but well I will elude on it eventually). She was a default pearl with no customization & usually spent most of her time with organizing matters in the palace until Pink accidentally broke her customized pearl; Pearl was then 'poofed’ & handed over; she possessed a more sensible personality & a strict rule protocol that was supposed to help her “raise” Pink Diamond into the ranks of a ruler. Most other changes are rather minor but very important or essential to my portrayal (for example whenever “A Single Pale Rose” is concerned: Pearl suggesting the “sealing of the secret”, her not wearing the dress from the beginning, her not calling Pink “my diamond”, her arguing with Pink long before the fake-shattering took place, etc etc.); the epilogue series is another can of worms I will get to eventually but lemme just say I didn’t really like the way Pearl behaved / the plot-bound ooc-ness she sometimes yielded to & other stuff.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — well, she is a lesbian space rock from a strange universe; whose body is basically a manifestation of light? She is probably the most passionate being you will ever meet. -- if you are looking for a speedrun through human history, she is your gal. If you need someone to beat up some bullies, she will gladly come & smack sense into people; if you want to learn everything about Gemkind, sit down & listen because she won’t stop talking any time soon.

By definition, Pearl is a good person; the extreme loyal kind, absolutely & helplessly dedicated to a cause. She wears most of her emotions on her sleeve, comes off as genuinely caring, protective & trustworthy. She is empathetic & observant, she will always be there for you in one way or another. She is smart, loves to read & indulges in the higher arts such as (romantic) poetry, singing, painting, music (violin, piano, bass) & dance (predominately classic ballet / waltz but she has grown rather fond of jazz lately). Her knowledge about Earth & all that lays beyond is vast & if you ever want to see whatever is out there, she is the type to take you on a space tour with no questions asked. She fences, has learned to wield a lance, can engineer very well, has a very peculiar but... sorta adorable kind of humour that can either be hella obnoxious or super funny. There is no in-between. Pearl loves science, baking, housekeeping, ice-& roller-skating & is more than willing to take people along whenever she visits the rink. If you ask her for advice, she will gladly give it; if you need help, she will be the first to raise her hand. Pearl is orderly, has a strong sense of justice & a fierce, dedicated kind of resolve.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — Pearl. Is. A. Mess. No questions asked. She is an introverted, nervous, neurotic, grief-- & trauma riddled mess who loves to pretend & rationalize things to death. Her self-esteem is abysmal, she is extremely jealous, obsessive & possessive [to the point where she straight up murdered men just because they dared to be around her girlfriend]. Her mind is a compartmentalized mess of repressed memories & heavy, untreated cptsd woven into it; Pearl lives too much inside her head & gets overwhelmed by her emotions far too easily; she feels too much all at once & lets her temper get the best of her.

She is self-centred, does not seem to understand that words & reckless actions hurt people, believes that only she deserves to grieve Rose & willingly destroyed relationships just to soak in her own misery; self-destruction is her forte & she will indulge in it no matter the consequences. She is often high-strung, judgemental, always has to be right, overachieves & overdoes whenever a chance is given. -- she can be petty, arrogant & desperate for validation. -- Needless to say, Pearl is the kind of person that pretends to be fine for years but once she cracks she reveals that she is anything but. -- she cannot move on, hates men, & just is a lot to deal with. Getting in touch with her means you run the risk to get dragged into her mess, whenever you want it or not.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — first & foremost, my love for complex, purpose-driven female characters. I am a sucker for the “introvert, plagued lady” type & once parts of Pearl’s past were revealed during Season 1 I was sold. Pearl seemed relatable to me, extremely human & raw in her behaviour. While I love most of the SU cast equally, Pearl just wouldn’t let me go. Her aesthetic is amazing, her past intriguing. -- her connection to ballet & classical music, her elegant & graceful design just spoke to me.

What keeps your inspiration going? — music. music. oh, and music. Poetry, long walks (I am not kidding), analysis, meta & hc writing, discussions with writing partners or my rl partner @rosiqe.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ despite my emo peculiar take on the character, I do hope that people hear her voice whenever they read my replies. ]

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I wish I could post more but I am very, very slow & a perfectionist at heart. -- I try to compensate for my lack of actual hcs by rambling in my tags. Most part of the time said ramblings include personal headcanons or analyses of specific scenes that include personal takes on pivotal situations; while I gather & write them down eventually, it can take me a long time to get stuff done. -- it is easier for me to jus blabber on & on in the tags. ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO [ all my ask replies are drabbles, ngl. ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [... a sore topic. While I love my headcanons & have gotten quite proud of my writing over time, I constantly doubt myself regarding the “ic”-ness of my responses. I like to believe that I am doing rather well, but I am not confident, no. ]

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. [ it took me a long time to develop my style; while I always struggle to believe in my portrayal I am quite confident in my writing as such. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but in general? I am proud of it. ]

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / SORTA.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Well, yes. As long as it is the constructive kind. I love receiving feedback, may it be negative or positive. I will most likely try to discuss criticism with you; aka if you (i.e) tell me that Pearl shouldn’t have (C)PTSD, I will deliver canon proof & state my reasoning for my decision to implement it in my canon, etc. What I will not do is tolerate character hate or unreasonable hate towards my writing. Be assured that I will never headcanon something that has no solid footing in canon.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — ABSOLUTELY. Send me random hc / meta asks, I beg you.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — sure. As stated above, I will probably discuss stuff with you. The chance of me dropping a headcanon however are rather low.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — Hm... it depends on what they don’t like. If it’s my writing, well, why are you following me to begin with?? If it is my take on things... well again, why are you following me? I stated in my rules what you should expect & that I will not water down specific aspects of a complex character. Disliking my portrayal is fine since I know that my kind of writing / analysis isn’t necessarily everyone’s tea but... again, why would you keep following me?

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — um. Not... well? While I will never excuse my muse’s actions, I dislike groundless bashing. In regard to Pearl... well. As stated above, I expected backlash the second I created this blog. Pearl is one of those characters the fandom either loves or hates; her canon relationship to Rose was branded toxic by a ton of people, people call her uncaring, salty, insane & straight up manic, she seemingly has no redeeming qualities, she is a bitch, too perfect (LOL) or arrogant & apparently has no character? I love it when people say stuff like that because... did we watch the same show? Is there a version of SU I don’t know? Please tell me, I wanna see it for myself! Some hot takes in this fandom are atrocious & make me want to commit a crime.

-- but I digress. I have spent too much time in her tag in 2014 + & I have seen quite the fights over the most ridiculous things; Pearl, in particular, got quite the flack for stuff that eventually got resolved in season 5 [which, again, was way too late but well]. In the end, clowns will be clowns, no matter what you do. I just don’t get why you would follow someone if you hate their character to begin with.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — yes, but please don’t be rude about it. I am German, English is my second language. I am currently learning Swedish / improving my Swedish so mistakes can always happen. Additionally, I am someone who posts her replies in the middle of the night & while I proofread a lot & most likely fix posts after I posted ‘em, some mistakes can still slip through.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — ... I like to believe I am but I know that I am overly passionate & I can come off as too strong or too fierce sometimes. I can be too much, I can be too excentric (I’m a Scorpio, Karen); I have strong opinions in regard to my characters & I will not hold them back. I criticise shows mercilessly & I will plough through canon as much as I please. Stans & I usually don’t get along. HOWEVER, I am a meme. I love lame jokes, I am awkward, & sometimes very, very insecure. In the end, I just wanna talk about my favourite characters & develop sth wonderful. I keysmash unironically, I use old memes unironically. I mean I have been writing for ten + years & I am about to smooth sail post the 24 age border aka I will turn 25 soon which renders me old according to tumblr standards. I am just here to have fun before the staff comes to lock my account down due to my status as an rp-senior. -- yeah... that is the kind of stupid ass humor I mean. I digress but... please, I am an awkward, rambling mess, just hit me up via dms & you will see what I mean.

#[[ this took me way too long honestly but I finally did it. If you find some spelling or grammar errors keep 'em. I got tired #njfuwefhe but yeah if you need some blog data?? This is prob your best bet ]]#ooc. 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱.

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samsbastardzone · 4 years ago

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Hey, you know that 35 d&d questions ask meme? I answered all of them.

This is a long ass post. Be warned. It took up seven and a half pages in google docs. Original post here.

1. A favorite character you have played.

Would have to be Zize Fortier, dragonborn gunslinger. Their tag on this blog is #zize and you can find their bio and info on my character page. Love that bastard!! He’s sweet and bratty and a total delight to play (we are such an OP party, y’all).

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

UM UM gonna talk about a few here. To be fair to people I play a *lot* of games with, I’m only gonna talk about one PC per person.

- The bastard trio in my Wildemount game– @toomanyorphans ’s Nakoria, @overplannedbutunnamednpc ‘s Zier (also an NPC in the campaign Zize is in), and @glasyasbutch ‘s Nissy. They all really suck so bad but in SUCH funny ways. They’re varying degrees of self centered and awful, but we trust each other in this campaign, and those 3 players are SO funny in their RP.

- (RIP) Avri in my Wildemount game. They and Bly named each other,,,, they were parent and child…… VERY sweet. huge goliath with tiny bird in backpack.

- @bekahdoesnershit ‘s Raini. Zize’s BFF, and her tag on that blog is rich. She’s SUCH a bitch but we love her.

- @bhissar ‘s Saela. She is a dream character for me to DM for– very little fleshed out backstory with room to explore, with still-concrete events in it. Consistent character choices and personality, to the point I can sometimes predict what she’ll do. Very cool aesthetically. And overall? EXTREMELY sweet. Baby, baby bird.

3. Your favorite side quest.

Either the one going on right now in amnesia, where we have to collect brain matter from big powerful elementals, or the stop we made at a family of vampires in Acarnya (the one I played Osfyr in).

4. Your current campaign.

There are five of those, with two on hold.

-Wildemount, aka the Frozen Sick module from Explorer’s Guide to Wildemount (we’re almost done with that, my PC is Bly).

-Amnesia campaign aka high level campaign: we woke up in hell with no memories! PC is Zize.

-Hoard of the Dragon Queen module, near the beginning of that, PC is Pointy.

-Horror campaign, only two sessions so far, but we’re trapped in an alternate dimension carrying out tasks for a creepy dude. PC is Vinny.

-Kithan, where we’re high level monster hunting guild members searching out ancient artifacts of the gods (campaign based on the Monster Hunter games), PC is Topaz.

-Silas, party is currently trying to help dragons free themselves and stop a… dude? No spoilers! I DM. On hold because I had too many campaigns going at once.

-Silas v2: extremely vaguely based on the plot of season one of the web series Carmilla. A tweaked version of the first arc the Silas party went through. On hold because it was played in person at school.

5. Favorite NPC.

I don’t really have any NPCs in my campaigns that I’m super attached to, except– Nikeo, a goliath rogue PC in Silas 1, had many adopted children. Three of them– kobolds– sometimes stand on each others’ shoulders, put on a long coat, and help out around their parent’s store. They’ve named themselves Koby.

As for favorite NPCs in campaigns I’ve played, I can think of… a lot. The first is Laurel, a blue dragonborn loner type who followed Osfyr and friends in Acarnya. They were kind of broody and dark, but they really drew me in. They were the first NPC we really talked to– they were sitting on top of the post office laughing at the mob scene of people protesting not getting their mail delivered.

I’d also pick Osfyr’s partners in that campaign– Yelkian, a backstory love interest I came up with, a flamboyant soft sorcerer. Jupiter, politician’s niece, who took pity on Osfyr’s attempts to seduce information out of her and let them succeed on both counts (seduction and information). Xerxes, extra AF rogue with a big loving family, who swept in after a fight on the back of an eagle-wildshaped Brysth (npc druid).

There’s a blue dragon in the HOTDQ campaign that we don’t know much about. I really enjoyed the way @dungeonsanddraconicqueer played him. He’s just a dude! Lex’s warlock made a Deal with him to leave the town alone. We still don’t know the implications of that. It’s fine, guys.

And then, there’s Stewart the Skin Steward, a servant of False Mystra. Fun dude. Very cavalier– nigh, enthusiastic!– about the fact that his entire city was made of skin. Something of a skin connoisseur, in fact!

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

Saela, hands down. She got breathed on by a dragon, yo. We then had to stop playing for 4-5 months because a player lost access to the Internet. I wrote a vision/speech from her warlock patron, the Raven Queen, the night she died, and basically didn’t touch it until I read it out in game. It involved a confession that the Queen was tired of being a god, and showing Saela all the lives she’d touched. Then we used Matt Mercer’s rez rules for her. She came back– but it was her choice.

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

Fucking tinkering dude!!! I don’t get to do it enough as Zize and that is entirely my fault. @ morgan, eyes emoji

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

I LOVE creepy shit. There was a train car with people dancing in it, and party members got enchanted to dance along and eat the food, and the revelers were clearly in pain, and snuffing out a candle caused a reveler to disappear. Creepy shit!

In Kithan, we had to climb a staircase, and we timed it with produce flame which is a 10 minute duration cantrip, and we were climbing for 50 minutes. We started to see things in the edges of our vision. Then someone realized it was an illusion, and it all vanished. It freaked me out so bad.

In amnesia campaign, at level 19, we were traversing a cave, and our shadows started dripping the same black goop we were there to investigate. We killed one and it took down the max hp of the person whose shadow it was, and then they straight up didn’t have a shadow until they long rested. It really freaked us out, realizing the shadows were actually creatures, but they were like CR 1. Really effective use of a low level monster.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

The way it has something for everyone… the way it’s brought me so many friends… the way it’s inspired my OC creation like nothing else.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

I’m not sure if this is asking about NPCs I’ve had as enemies, or any monster in D&D canon? The longest campaign I played in didn’t have long term enemies per se. I’d say I was frustrated with the cultists that ambushed us last session in HOTDQ, but I didn’t hate them! I just couldn’t seem to hit or dodge them. As for a favorite… probably False Mystra: the demon lord Orcus who’d taken over the position, and therefore the duties, of Mystra, the god of arcane magic. We killed it, but then whoopso!! Our wizard lost her powers.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

I play an ideal amount, honestly: four times a week, for about 2.5-3 hours a session. HOTDQ Tuesdays, Kithan and horror campaign switching off Wednesdays, Wildemount Thursdays cause we miss CR, Amnesia Sundays.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

Amnesia: Yocheved, the party barbarian/full time fish, has a secret third arm and/or a prosthetic ass. Cylthia, the druid, does arson (but actually). Relentless is a Crown paladin, so she puts her fingers in her ears when we do crime/lie. She also has a rod of lordly might that, immediately post amnesia, she made into a 32 foot climbing pole. Yocheved eats pounds and pounds of raw fish for every meal.

Wildemount: just the shenanigans and sabotaging each other that the Bastard Trio get into. Example: Nissy was tasked with buying Zier a cloak for cold weather and purposely got him an ugly one. Zier then prestidigitated it to be a nicer color.

13. Introduce your current party.

Oh boy, I have 6 of those. Here goes. Keep in mind many of these characters are played and games are DMed by my friends who have OC blogs of their own: Raini and Ayen are bekahdoesnerdshit, Ezra, Nissy, and Roona are glasyasbutch, Horror DM, Lent, Eve, and Nakoria are toomanyorphans, Wildemount DM, Saela, Daecyne, and Cylthia are bhissar, HOTDQ DM is dungeonsanddraconicqueer, and Amnesia DM, Zier, Nyxi, and Sarril are overplannedbutunnamednpc. Not an OC blog, but Yocheved, Avri, Arbor, Thraf, Nikeo, and Whisper are mickgoesabsolutelyhamforbarbie.

Amnesia (Zize): Lent, tiefling paladin, former crownsguard who “fell” (became an oathbreaker), then un-fell when we lost our memories. Cylthia, tiefling/elf druid who can shift between tiefling and elf forms and loves setting things on fire. Yocheved, 14 foot tall nereid (fishfolk) barbarian with a dry sense of humor, is the party parent. And Raini, aasimar wizard, sass machine and Zize’s bff.

HOTDQ. My PC is Pointy. Ezra, quiet human paladin. Theata, moon elf rogue. Freya, sweet (human?) light cleric who sometimes misreads situations. Eve, 13 year old (!!) human warlock who kinda sucks, but like, she’s 13. Nyxi, motherly gnome bard who Is going to adopt Pointy.

Wildemount (Bly): Alene, human barbarian. Quiet and with somewhat of a parent instinct. Some sort of Mysterious Backstory. Delta, aasimar rogue, similarly shady backstory? Unclear. Sticks with Alene. Nissy, drow rune knight, sucks. Zier, drow sorcerer, also sucks. Nakoria, dragonborn warlock, ALSO sucks. (Those three make up the Bastard Trio.) Avri (F for them), goliath bard and Avri’s guardian, died last session by falling on a floor full of knives.

Horror campaign (Vinny): Roona, halfling bard, very impulsive, eats exclusively with her spoon that says ASS, and chills in Vinny’s fanny pack. Ayen, elven teenage warlock with a dark backstory. Sarril, Ayen’s not-dad, half elf beast barbarian who got it from his wife. Arbor, dryad monk, who wears an all white plague doctor outfit at all times.

Silas v1 (DM), Original party before 1 left and 1 died: Hacka (RIP), human luchador-styled drunken monk. Nikeo (left), goliath rogue with so many adopted children. Inferno, fire genasi paladin/phoenix sorcerer with anger and impulse control issues. Saela, babiest aarakocra warlock of the Raven Queen. Hacka’s player now plays Voda, a stoic water genasi tempest cleric who cast Raise Dead successfully on Saela. Nikeo’s player now plays Whisper, a tabaxi astral soul monk.

Kithan (Topaz): Thraf, monsterborn (universe-compliant dragonborn) barbarian. Very social, very outgoing, very stupid, and very traumatized. Fucks majorly. Daecyne, sweet tiefling druid and Topaz’s good friend. Viosa, aasimar homebrew class I forget the name of, uses her small stature and allure to her advantage. Damur, half-orc eldritch knight, the party’s only braincell.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

Acarnya. My PC was Osfyr. Soraphine, traumatized halfling bard. Azalea, human fighter. Durzuell, haughty high elf sorcerer. James, nerdy half elf wizard. Drago, erratic Russian dragonborn monk. Kairon, slightly edgy ranger/paladin (but we love him).

Nordenheim. My PC was Cap. I will admit: we only played 2 or 3 sessions, so I don’t really remember most of the other party members except Rory, a fire genasi ranger who almost burned to death.

Silas v2 (hopefully will continue; I DMed): Kysseris IV. Half-elf paladin, uptight. Tower 1-6, warforged wizard who crawled out of the desert and is looking for info on how he was made. Mae “Pock”, gnome rogue, very small and sweet. Josh, human trickery cleric, kind of an asshole, but in a way that’s funny and hasn’t bled over into IRL annoying.

[school] West Marches campaign (Ner): by the nature of West Marches, there was never a consistent party, but a few stood out to me. Red Foot, a hyperactive kobold sorcerer who’s level 8 against all West Marches odds. Lyra, Great Old One warlock of Tzee’Mhor, an abomination goat that a party I was in accidentally created. Fildo Baggins, divination wizard who can only affect allies whose toenail clippings he has in his vial.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Hell yeah babey!!! I mostly play digitally, especially during COVID, and I need something to munch after DMing for a while. Shit’s exhausting.

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

Welp! Online mostly, since everyone I want to play with has the audacity to live far away, and now exclusively online because of COVID.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

Our Amnesia party is so rich that we just don’t keep track of money. In Kithan, a lot of rules that make characters less powerful are just… abolished (like the bonus action spell rule). (The DM likes super OP characters so she can throw SUPER OP monsters at us. My character has a necklace that gives 5 additional uses of channel divinity.)

18. Does your party keep any pets?

Nope. No opportunities for them. Zize’s party has a little water snake on the druid’s arm but I doubt that will last very long.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

Absolutely. Cursed dice get j a i l.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Acarnya got me into d&d, it was my first campaign, and it was happening at the place I lived. I’ve been playing almost 2 years. (Critical Role inspired me to DM)

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Not sent a fucking letter to say goodbye to their boyfriend before the world-fate-deciding bullshit that was gonna happen and possibly destroy shit. It was fine in the end though!

22. What color was your first dragon?

Red. Man, that guy sucked, he almost killed Osfyr. We were investigating a monastery secretly run by dragons disguised as humans.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

Original campaigns. I’ve never run a module before! I’m not opposed, but most of my campaigns came from ideas that I had. I’ve never been short on ideas for a game.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

As a player, I just open my character sheet and get out dice. As a DM, I try and think about what material I want to get through this session, and write some narration and/or stat things out if I feel like it.

For DMs

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

A lot of times, Inferno has rushed into battle from what I’d built as a stealth mission, and gotten her ass and sometimes the party’s asses kicked. I should really have learned by now.

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters?

Definitely Saela’s resurrection ritual and vision.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

Yes! I’ll check it first, but I’m all for expanding the boundaries. I homebrew items and monsters all the time, why shouldn’t my payers get to homebrew their shit?

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

Too often in my first arc. I had like 7 NPCs running around at all times (they were Carmilla characters). Super not recommended. I have 0 right now.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

I’m still finding my groove with RP as a DM. I like encouraging my players to RP amongst themselves. I consider myself fairly good at combat on both sides of the equation, DM and player, so that’s always fun to me, especially when my players enjoy it too.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

I have one actively reforming murder hobo player, the rest are diplomatic. (The character, Inferno, is having a great growth arc. I’m super proud.)

For Players

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

I fucking love genasi as a concept. Favorite class would have to be rogue or cleric, but gunslinger’s up there too.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

I honestly don't have the patience to not play DPS. I love doing lots of damage. Healing is satisfying, support is satisfying, but there’s a reason I picked rogue twice and tempest cleric over other domains.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

Sometimes the backstory is part of the character concept– especially for Pointy, because I had the name first, then went hmm why would she have this name. Almost always, though, more backstory gets written during the campaign when I have an idea. Sometimes a character will act in a way I don’t expect, and it’s fun thinking of a justification to fill backstory gaps.

34. Do you tend to pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

Mostly usefulness honestly. I’ll make choices among several for flavor, but I’m a big proponent of using mechanics to build character. What I mean is, think about Magnus in TAZ Balance– his protection fighting style contributed a lot to the way Travis played him as a protective person. I love that shit.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

I like to do a lot, but unfortunately my energy is pretty down lately so I haven’t been doing as much.

#zize #pointy #cap #bly #osfyr #ner #vinny #topaz #dm thots #meta thots #asks #amnesia campaign #hotdq #horror campaign #wildemount campaign #silasverse #kithan

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diveronarpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, KAT! You’ve been accepted for the role of OTHELLO. Admin Rosey: So, one thing that’s really difficult to highlight without overemphasizing is Othello’s dichotomy and his constant conflict. Sometimes you can focus so wholly on one aspect of a character that it’s overwhelming. But Kat, you write Odin so effortlessly, so FREAKING effortlessly that you capture it throughout the application as an integral part of his character -- interweaving it into the plot, the sample, even the “what drew you to this character” section. I am completely blown away and utterly terrified of what havoc you’re going to wreak on the dash. I am screaming over this application and I always will, time and time again. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Kat Age | 25 Preferred Pronouns | She/her Activity Level | OK so my classes went online and my job has cut staff in half so I have so much free time and so much muse. Listen…. LISTEN I know I’m not always reliable but it’s game time lemme say like at least twice a week, I’m here for the haul let’s write baby!!!!!!!!!!! Timezone | EST How did you find the rp? | I originally came across it in the lsrpg tag, also my girl Taryn recommended it and also I miss y’all :( Current/Past RP Accounts | These are links to inactive past accounts:

https://neosy.tumblr.com/ https://grchcmisms.tumblr.com/ https://99gael.tumblr.com/ https://halogenq.tumblr.com/ https://odinbellc.tumblr.com/ ;) https://pavellam.tumblr.com/

IN CHARACTER

Character | Othello, Odin Bello – requesting faceclaim change to Trevante Rhodes :^) What drew you to this character? |

Through my first experience writing Odin I learned a lot about both him and myself as a writer. He was initially a challenge for me because at my roots I was never someone successful in writing characters with good intent, the easier side of him being the one of violence and chaos, something that was difficult considering more often than not… that isn’t who Odin is, or more fittingly, who he wants to be. I struggled with his daily life, the man he tries so hard to be and who he’s used to becoming over the years and I realized that was the key in; the struggle. I’ve teetered around writing for a while recently, the desire and the muse not being there for me when I remembered my dear, dear, Odin and for a split second I wondered about him. Such an interesting thing, to wonder about a character, to dive deep into your mind’s eye and ask, “How is he doing, I wonder? The man of gold and copper, the being of olympus and hades? How is my boy?” And realizing the responsibility of creating and finding that out is all mine. It felt like seeing a past lover in the check out line, wide eyes as you remember the missed calls and blocked number, and realize how fuckin’ good they look today and, damn, were stupid for leaving them.

Dearest Odin, please take me back. I miss you so dearly. I’ll try hard not to leave you so suddenly this time, that was my bad.

Who am I to fool myself? My heart always brings me back to him. Feed me an optimist with nothing but a history of failure, rocks beating down on a pristine marble surface til the cracks spell misery. It’s all his fault, the pain, suffering, and failure… but he tries so hard. It’s as if he’s doomed from the beginning, the first cries from his mouth as a child, a bad omen, the first steps he takes, the small tottering of a baby, were faced in the wrong direction. Some people are born bad, some people are cultivated as such, and Odin, at his root, is a demon in disguise even despite his most valiant efforts; it’s a nature he fights everyday and, oh, the battle grows bloodier and bloodier.

The rest may look familiar to you:

I’ve always been a sucker for a good heart and bruised knuckles.

Such beauty and chaos, such destruction and uncertainty, an aching heart that slips through your fingers as you struggle to grasp it, begging it to hold still. He shakes and struggles with nature and nurture, who he should be and who he wants to be, and more importantly, what he’s become. He feels the remorse and pain of it everyday when he wakes and each night he goes to sleep – for a time he managed to be the person he worked so hard to be. It crumbled under his feet and his developing insanity, the rumble of his father’s ways breaking the ground under his skin and causing something of a snap, a moment of true obscurity. He hates himself for it, but he cannot yet again break his mold, he cannot become someone else. His will is cracking, his heart breaking.

Give me his nuance, give me his pain, give me his turmoil, and oh, please, give me his struggle; the desperate gasp of collapsed lungs and a tattered chest. I cannot stress how beautiful I find him, the feeling in my ribcage so solemn at his childhood and forthcoming, his painful attributes and breaking spirit. A man who shows his kindness through terror and bloodshed, so intent on being a good person that he’d tear the throat of a thief with his teeth.

Yes, I’ve found love.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

(I have new ideas but lord, do I struggle with formulating plot ideas in this format so I’m just gunna keep the same ones because of such and because I DO in fact still want to play them out.)

MEN SHOULD BE WHAT THEY SEEM //

Oh, can the flash of his teeth brighten a room. His smile is bright but, these days, so rarely genuine. He no longer knows who he is truly fighting for, what side of the coin he lays on with his copper spinning on its side in a never ending spiral. He does not know where he belongs, nor, who he truly is and it plagues him in a way that’s all too familiar, a way that feels like his mother’s comfort and his father’s recklessness, the smell of alcohol on someone’s tongue when they speak and the feeling of a caress on skin. He needs to make a choice, a permanent decision for once in his life, pick his path and follow it to the end instead of cutting through the woods once more. Who are you, Odin? His own face in the mirror becoming more unfamiliar in each passing day, a building anxiety and insanity, a hurricane creating a disaster inside him. Who are you?

His reflection tired, tainting his handsome face and false expressions, a hunger growing just under the surface, a desperation so hot; who will you be?

FOR SHE HAD EYES AND CHOSE ME //

Delilah, oh, how she filled something inside of him, and oh, how he tore into the filled space as if rabid, as if being whole was too much to bear, the filled space too heavy, and the paranoia of losing it all creasing his forehead and melting in his palms.

So he did what he does best, and he ripped through the plaster and insulation like a hammer, shattered the glass and caused the empty space to bleed. It hasn’t stopped aching, despite his insistence that it has healed, sometimes he still wakes with his shirt soaked in blood, drenched in suffering. How can he learn to forgive? He learned his lessons but the morals cannot seem to stick, the weakness he caused in his own self and the horror he caused for the woman he loved – loves, still finding its way through his mind and heart. He seeks self forgiveness just as much if not more than he seeks hers. He cannot move on without finding solace or closure but those are two things so hard to capture and accept. Sometimes, he feels so much like his father with his past misgivings it stirs disgust.

It’s time to repent.

THE GREEN EYED MONSTER //

Ivan is a scab, an infection that Odin refuses to treat. He’s become cautious, wearily aware of betrayal in the past and more on the horizon. He has a feeling, a ponderance that keeps him up at night, the sends shocks through his veins. He hates to think of his friend, his family, as a traitor, as a monster in disguise seeking to antagonize the worst parts of Odin himself, but it’s becoming harder and harder to ignore. It scrapes the back of his mind, creates an itch that he cannot scratch no matter how deep he digs, no matter if the skin starts bleeding, it won’t go away. How does he cut out another piece of his life, another piece of himself so vital? It feels like he is losing those most important to him, that they’re all turning on him and it creates nothing but fear, more paranoia and uncertainty.

He wants so desperately to be wrong, but knows what will happen if he is not.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | If anyone deserves to die at some point in this rp I feel like Odin’s a good contender to get fuckin’ GANKED

IN DEPTH

Please choose between the interview or the para sample (or both, if you like!)

In-Character Para Sample:

Act I

The sun beats down on darkened skin, wind blowing through open cruiser windows, sunglasses adorned on his face and a holder keeps track of coffees. In the daylight he glistens – not in a literal sense of glowing skin and eyes, he does not hover over the earth as if ethereal, not a streak against the sky that blinds any human eyes that dare linger, but instead in the sense that no one could ever find the man to be anything but happy. His teeth, those straight, white, teeth that come alive in a smile and clear rooms with a sneer peek from behind pulled lips in a grin. He walks with a swagger, bearing gifts in coffee for other officers and sharp humor and barked laughs for poor moods. He so easily falls into the facade of being created from nothing but light and the body of Christ, a saint in all regards except moral, light jests greeting all who perceive him and all who engage.

Well groomed, upkept and clean, there was no reason to suspect anything was amiss in the crook of his grins, the sharp of his wit, the movements of his muscles under skin. He even makes arrests like a holy man, like someone with something to lose to violence. His hands rest on the steering wheel, music plays from the stereo and he nods his head, every other line finding its way out of his lips even in no one’s presence but his own. He isn’t playing a character in the moment, enjoying the everydayness of the outside world, the warmth of the air touching his limbs and being sucked into his lungs. He feels joy, he embodies it, he hovers with it. His foot eases off the gas at the turn of a light and one hand finds itself resting outside the drivers window, head cocked to the side, heart beating steadily in his chest – firm and ever present in the strength of his pulse.

A human being in all forms; a person, a person, a person, and his phone rings.

Pulling in the parking lot he answers the call, the perspective outside leaves the voice on the other end muffled as it’s pressed to his ear, his face falling ever so slightly, car pushed into park. He nods even though the speaker cannot see him, he makes a sound of understanding as they continue and suddenly something is more solid inside of him. The fluidity, the liquid that flowed between sunlight and good music steels itself against the reality of his life, of who he is and what he is to do, the lake jostled and good-feelings distorted. It’s not for the faint of heart, not created for those with poor constitution, and he is a police officer until ten tonight; that’s what he says to the voice on the other end so they tell him to have it done by eleven. He does not hesitate until he hangs up, a sigh of the last good breath leaving his lungs. A moment of silence for what he lost.

He grabs the coffees and heads inside.

Act II

The headlights send streaks through the night, the yellow color sending shadows running rampant across the near empty field – long and sickly. The air is not still but choked, a vice grip stealing the oxygen away from those who dared attempt breathing. There stood a figure in the darkness, large shoulders over a larger frame, muscles tightened as he digs and digs, the shovel breaking the earth harshly with each bend of his arms. His breathing is rough, like a rubber band pulled to full capacity trying to bend and break to fit the expansion of his lungs. The shovel carries on.

The silence that hung heavy around the lone sound of crumbling dirt could kill in its own regard; ringing in his ears as he ignores the shower curtain wrapped in duct tape buried in the back corners of his trunk. Odin’s mind is empty to everything but the task, split skin and dried blood from his face and knuckles, the bruises adorning his ribcage. Perhaps it was self defense for the sake of defense, he threw the first punch but it was returned just as well and by then, truly, the control was lost. It was what they had wanted to happen, and he was nothing if not complicit. He supposed that was what they liked about him, another body, a bloodhound. Caving for the sake of therapy, sober by daylight and drenched in sweat and blood by nighttime – if only to keep his sanity. He was nothing if not built of power and control in both physical and mental regards over everyone but himself.

Try to carve a better god out of wood, put him on a pedestal and pray all you’d like, the real sacrifice will come in blood much later – but this flesh and bone, that which has created the man who finds himself up to his chest in dirt standing at over six feet, he is paid now and up front. He is solid, and real.

He straightens up, dirt caked to his jeans and soiled t-shirt, sweat broken across his skin making him shine under the glare of the headlight, the sheen making him appear as if glowing under the half exposed moon. He plants his hands on the outside on the deepened earth and pulls himself out, breathing hard through his nose, a noise like a grunt, face twisted, teeth appearing behind pulled lips. He stares at the dip of the trunk, chest moving, knuckles tightening, shovel thrown to the side. He isn’t even halfway done yet; he gathers himself, and pulls the latch free.

Act III

(TW: self harm kind of)

The neighborhood is still and quiet, blackness behind every window and curtain at such an ungodly hour, the only sounds being the low rumble of the occasional car passing on the main road nearby. In the stillness there begins a movement, the shape of a tall man shaking open the gate leading to the back of a house, his clothes defiled and leaving trails. He strips in the backyard of the home; shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans forming a pile of mud and dirt by the sliding glass doors until he stands in his boxers, fingers unlocking the back door, the cold of the night wetting trails down his back and sides, whispering to his skin. He walks slowly to avoid making any noise, the sound of keys hitting the granite of a kitchen countertop. Even despite how delicately he walks, the mass of his body makes the stairs protest lowly when his feet find them.

The man first goes to the bathroom, the light flicked on as he tries to avoid his face in the mirror. He is not the same creature that caused the blood to pool in his wounds, not the same monster with dirt caked under his nails – not here, he can’t be; not in front of her. He turns on the shower, body directed towards a corner of the bathroom while he waits for the water to heat, staring blankly at the space where the two walls meet, hands twitching, brain fighting not to think, the sound of static until smoke fills the room. The adrenaline still pumps through his veins, the wild-eyed insanity created by anger and a lack of self control, the rush of the final blow still stinging in the shaking of his muscles. The water turns first brown from the dirt adorning his limbs, then becoming a far more sinister red when he submerges his face and hands, he washes himself slowly, rubbing at his back and shoulders, the sweat off of his skin, the searing pain of smoking water near boiling scalding the back of his neck. He doesn’t allow himself to think, not now, not yet. He doesn’t hum or sing, doesn’t talk to himself, but instead thinks only of his actions as they happen or nothing at all.

He doesn’t know how long he stands under the water, so hot it scalds, burns off the sin and the disgust, scrubbing and scrubbing until he could feel himself beginning to cause harm, wounding, convincing himself he’s becoming clean until he forces his hand, stopping the running water. He stands even longer still, his wet skin freezing over in the silence of the steamed room. Finally when he finds himself ready, he dries off until he feels pristine, the wash of the shower head like a baptism into the form of a different man, a new mold built into his model. Only then does he look in the mirror, eyes meeting the reflection of a handsome man, a cursed man, a martyr only in the sense of self respect and fear. His eyes are tired, his face adorning new cuts and scratches, bruises blooming his sides under skin and over muscle. He aches all over. He bares his teeth at the reflection and it does it right back, a snarl of bright white, the bones straight and sharp, and his eyes so quickly become frightening. He turns away.

Odin’s face peers around the door of a new room, hands finding covers and the soft sound of a woman waking. She turns to him, her face telling of sleep and her lips turned slightly down in a frown, her hands finding his chest, wrapping around his torso, her face in his neck, breath fanning over that damn skin of his and she says, “Long night?”

His fingers trail down the back of her shirt, fingertips pressing to the small of her exposed back stretched between her clothes and he hums quietly, face buried in her hair, body melting and moving to fit hers more comfortably, grip tight to squeeze her form, to hold onto something solid, to find his anchor. “Always, baby. Go back to sleep.” He says in a low voice, something comfortable, something familiar there, as if he’s smiling. She makes a noise of acceptance, curling even further towards him, as if a safety, sinking even further as his fingers trail up and down her back, soothing, as to not allow her to be distraught. Delilah was always the one he worried about, not concerning himself with the rotting inside his own chest, the ache of something breaking within him. He fights with the inability to sleep while the rush of the night still feeds inside of him. He does not concern himself with what little is left of him because while he is with her he is safe from the part of himself that only consumes, he is not concerned with the fragility of his own being, not while he breathes in the heat radiating off of l'amore della sua vita.

Meanwhile, miles and miles away, something begins to rot under the cover of freshly turned Earth.

Extras: I made a tag for him a long time ago and haven’t touched it much since tbh but like I'ma probably add stuff the next few days so this 4 u: https://hypnosreigns.tumblr.com/tagged/character:%20odin%20bello

#accepted #accepted: othello

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spitecremated · 5 years ago

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

For rp & non-rp blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen !

1. FIRST NAME ⇢ Ray / Rayne.

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF ⇢ I live in what’s literally classified as a village. Think ‘small town’ vibes but like, squared.

3. TOP 3 PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON ⇢ Bright eyes, colored hair (blue and red are my favorites), tattoos.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF ⇢ Fried rice. Also, mint chocolate chip ice-cream.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE ⇢ Tomato-based anything, tbh.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE ⇢ I don’t really have guilty pleasures, but... my fascination with plushies / stuffed animals? The fact that I still unironically watch the old Care Bears movies??

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN ⇢ Usually whatever I wore that day, unless it was something really uncomfortable or something I’d rather not wrinkle to all Hell. When I actually change? PJ pants and a t-shirt or tank-top; I have a couple actual PJ sets, but I don’t wear them very often.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS ⇢ Both, honestly? They both have appeals for me. That being said, serious relationships are far more important to me, and my relationship always takes strict priority over whatever ‘flings’ may arise.

Reminder: I’m poly, my relationship is open to me having flings, this is not an admittance of doing anything less-than-appropriate, don’t jump down my throat.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ⇢ There are countless bad things in my past, that I imagine most people would want to change, but... those sort of made me who I am today, for better or for worse, so I wouldn’t change any of that. That being said? If I had the chance to take my mother’s cancer away, I’d do that.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON ⇢ Incredibly, in most senses of the word. I’ve always been physically affectionate, and I’ve gotten more verbally affectionate in recent years.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN ⇢ Labyrinth, or Logan.

12. FAVORITE BOOK ⇢ Way too many to collectively list here. I’m a huge fan of Hawksong by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, though.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE ⇢ A Mexican black kingsnake, that’s the dream. And I’m going to have one someday, nothing can stop me.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS ⇢ I’m gonna keep this in-fandom, because I have way too many ships in most my fandoms if I don’t ‘narrow it down’ a little... Dabi / Hawks, Dabi / Twice, EraserMic, unironic adoration for various ‘unlikely’ ships with Dabi. Annd for an on-blog one, my favorite ship with an OC is probably my ship with @sensoryquirk !

Also: The Todoroki Kids & Rei x Recovery & Happiness.

15. PIE OR CAKE ⇢ Cake.

16. FAVORITE SCENTS ⇢ Peppermint, lavender, Dragon’s Blood incense, white sage.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSHES ⇢ Tyler Blackburn, Aaron Paul, Boyd Holbrook, Ksenia Solo, Ashley Graham, Britt Robertson.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO ⇢ Honestly? To see my partner and metamour, down in Alabama. I miss the Hell out of them. But outside of that? Probably London; I’ve always wanted to go there.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT ⇢ Introvert.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY ⇢ Yes, which is fucking ridiculous given my adoration of multiple horror series. I apparently do not know what self preservation is.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID ⇢ Android, 100%.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES ⇢ When I have the energy for it! I mostly play games on my 2DS and my phone, these days, and some PC games. The old Fossil Fighters, an old Harvest Moon game, Pocket Camp, Plague Inc, the old Starcraft, Fallout... to name a few!

23. DREAM JOB ⇢ Author & Poet, hands down. But outside of that? Some sort of typist job.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS ⇢ Pay off my family’s medical bills, go to therapy, finish repairing our house, actually get my own health in order... adulthood things, honestly. Fun things would come after all that.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE ⇢ I don’t hate characters easily, but fuuucking Mine/ta. Cannot stand the brat, genuinely makes me feel ill when he’s on screen, would honestly love it if he got killed off.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER ⇢ Oh dear Lucifer... That’d be SNK / Attac/k on Ti/tan, definitely. I used to be really into it, kept up with the manga, was active in the RPC, the whole nine yards. But between some personal bullshit that happened, and the fact that the creator turned out to be fucking terrible... yeah, no, we’re done with that shit. Still lowkey would die for Levi, though; miss the fuck out of that muse at times.

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Tagging: @floatiisms / @duoplicitous / @abysmalpyre / @akumubaku / @tears-like-snow / @tenacityblitz / @cardinalpinion / whoever else wants to steal it! (I know this was going around last week, so if anyone already did it, my apologies.)

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derivepath · 5 years ago

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Want new-and exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all of the juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted. Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit! (Template here.)

mun name : Nic / Nicole

OOC Contact : primarily discord given upon request & tumblr ims

Who Are They?

there was once a duo name mi kyong sung & nao tan , on the outside they’d seem like an atypical pair , two people becoming friends due to regular & simple interactions . however underneath they’ve gone through situations that no one, let alone children, should be forced to endure. completely fed up and deprived of any sense of “ family “ they decide to burn away their previous names & start a new life together as a family.

under the new name of Shimizu, deciding to move away from where they grew up & much of their trauma lived and festered , moving to Fukouka and deciding to go with a new business venture. a florist & cafe hybrid shop , under the name of MERAKI , meaning to throw one’s self into passion and life’s endeavors. before the actual opening of their shop , there was a time of preparation unsure if they’d even be able to open their doors and the start of a new beginning. for one to two years , they’d spent countless sleepless nights and stress-filled days to collect the necessary materials in order to make a dream a reality.

it’d be a slow process but , they made it. above all of the suffering & misery , they’d been forced to endure , however , that would far too simple. unknown to them , rested two entities known as PALIN ORPHIC & ARCHE EUNOIA , lives they had once lived out for centuries , memory upon memory came rushing back to them on their respected twentieth birthdays. once again , taking their godly duties in tandem with keeping MERAKI afloat. Along with their familiars who’d been assigned to them since they came into existence as both Palin & Arche.

It isn’t necessarily against the rules of METANOIA ( their true home ) nor ELYSIAN ( where demons reside.) , to exist as humans so long as their godly responsibilities are fulfilled , however , more so warned against telling humanity the existence of gods / demons. doing all they can to conceal their true identities , while making ends meet at the end of the day. The life they’ve choose isn’t the easiest , but that’s exactly the point . for there isn’t any enjoyment nor satisfaction if life was simply that attainable.

WHAT SHOULD YOU KEEP IN MIND ?

Primarily , they prefer to exist as their human selves. It isn’t as if they hate nor dislike being gods , but instead , find comfort in the existence of Mi Kyong & Nao. They find themselves able to emote emotions far efficiently than staying in their godly forms , much to the dismay of their familiars who simply cannot wrap their minds around why they’d choose such a form to live as. It gives them comfort in which they cannot find in their primarily light energy vessels.

Humans cannot see their godly forms, only otherworldly beings. However, humans can recognize when their hues change. Primarily they will hide their true forms by masking under their human forms , but , during times of great stress or emotion something else can even be seen by the human eye. Typically their true eye color or hair color , but only for a moment. As for otherwordly beings, they will still see Mi Kyong & Nao’s human forms but surrounded by an aura of light. Evidently, not human whatsoever.

They cannot die? While existing as gods, they cannot be killed by traditional means , they can of course still feel pain and suffering. But their suffering takes on a different medium, if they expend too much energy and or exposed to an opposite affinity for too long ( in their case it’d be dark energy ) their skin begins to crack , for gods they are black cracks & for demons , they are white cracks. this means they are low on energy and require a very long time of little to no movement in order to recover , however the process is very painful and akin to being awake during surgery. Constant burning sensations can be felt , the alternative to this is to return back to Metanoia / Elysian or to find an area that is free of Misama & the opposing energy source that is effecting them.

If their powers are misused they can become fallen. It’s no secret that both gods & demons of Metanoia / Elysian are very powerful , housing several different abilities all according to their elemental affinity and specific connections , but if they continue to misuse their powers and abilities , the status of fallen can be applied to a former god or demon. Stripping them of their dark / light affinty energy , instead , Misama ( the very force that both realms are sworn to destroy ) fills their body and only purpose is to spread despair across dimensions. It is the Elysian / Metanoian task force sole responsibility to rid these fallen creatures , to erase the constant source of Misama from spreading any more than it already has.

What are they up to?

MERAKI. (MAIN). Usually working their typical shifts at Meraki , seeing what needs to be improved on , taking stock orders, etc. What you’d expect from two new business owners , however , sometimes you may spot them in the middle of purifying areas and even individuals , it seems their job never stops.

/insert fandom verse/ (AU). With their abilities as Palin & Arche they capable of dimension & universe hopping , usually done when they sense a great amount of Misama that is needed to be taken care of , however , whenever they enter a completely different timeline of their own , often will live out another life as both Mi Kyong & Nao before reawakening as Gods.

Where can you find them?

In all honesty , it depends on the day. Sometimes they’ll be in Fukouka living their lives peacefully as cafe owners , or out & about traveling wherever time will allow , typically in the vain of recipe research and what new experiences they can bring to their customers & clients. Not to mention their eternal duty of eliminating as much as Misama as possible.

What are their Current Goals?

There isn’t a specific or materialistic goal they have in mind , but , living each and every day to the fullest they can muster , meeting all sorts of different people in order to become more understanding and to find the stories that often left untold. Having quite the knack for making quite an array of friends & acquaintances.

What Else To Keep In Mind?

They still have nightmares. Even though they’ve woken up from the horrid nightmares that plagued both of them for years , as humans & gods , this doesn’t mean such experiences have left them or ever forgotten. They are very much broken individuals who deal with grief very differently , both often deal with night terror and require someone to be understanding if they wish to know more about them or even pursue a romantic relationship with them. It’s an uphill battle to gain their trust , but , will form a relationship unlike any other once befriended.

Very secretive. Do not expect either of them to divulge any sort of information about themselves that’s considered important or sensitive , each have their own way of denying such claims and redirection , this isn’t to mean they won’t say anything about themselves , but only when they know you can be trusted . typically done as a huge hurdle or event , make sure to be supportive if you wish to truly know more about either.

tagged by : I stole it from @divinehope

tagging : hey @apricifate / @rosewiltd / @avras / @otomates *whichever muse u fancy / @fearnyas / @veniaes / @believinghxpe *whoever you’d like to do this for ! / @unmeiha

#the shorten version basically bc that doc is very long #tries to tag as many ocs as possible #*「 POST : plotting sheet.#long post*

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plaguedby-desires · 2 days ago

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Meow :3

-Nyan

(Yes... nyan as in nyan cat-)

who is this .

NYAN CAT ????????????????????????????????????????????

#steve saga #the steve saga #steve saga origins #favremysabre #favremysabreart #plague steve #rp blog #THE WHITE PLAGUE - * / Rp tag

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icedcoffee-and-pumpkinbread · 5 years ago

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ANSWER THE FOLLOWING SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPS WORK ON YOUR BLOG

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE? :

I’m gonna say the primary ship on most of my blogs is Julian x Julianne. I ship with anyone my muse is compatible with, however.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? :

Julianne is 23. No one under 18, at all. I’m gonna say about 40 is her top limit, but she’s a little flexible on that as well.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? :

Selective? Not really. I’ll ship with anyone, but...

I’d say it depends on the ship. If I feel our muses have chemistry, I’ll ship it. Even JuJu (lol) is one of those ships where the particular Julian I’m rp-ing with should have at least a little bit of interaction prior to actually shipping it.

BUT there are also certain muses where I’m a bit more relaxed on this. Again, Julian’s one of them.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS/FW? :

Pretty steamy. Usually when the mentions start becoming more physical. I’m usually very open to these with Juli and will always continue those under a read more.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH? :

Julianne x Julian (main is @plague-doctor-jules because Juli seems to like their Julian a lot uwu but I’ve wanted to start rps with a few others)

Julianne x Arya (@tranquilarya)

Julianne x Stella (@the-white-owlet)

Julianne x Malin (@tres-horny-bois)

Juli’s a huge flirt though so I’m always open to expanding this list ;)

ANY NOTPS? :

Juli’s so very involved with Julian on my other blog that shipping with Portia feels a little weird (no matter how well they would get along).

Another that I’m unsure of but COULD work if well-executed is Julianne x Nadia. I feel they would butt heads a little too much to be compatible as lovers (but if there’s a Nadia blog out there that wants to sweep my muse off her feet they’re welcome and encouraged to try~).

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? :

If it’s one of the Main 6? Probably not. In fact, usually I don’t make the first move when it comes to an rp partner because of the fact that Julianne is an OC, so to see someone who writes for the 6 engaging with her is quite a relief (it takes the stress out of worrying whether I’m bothering the other person). I post a lot of ship memes, and I do always enjoy writing them for Julianne. Julianne’s most compatible with Julian, Lucio, and perhaps Asra, though, so while it’s not necessary, a message/ask would be encouraged if you write for the other three.

For fellow apprentices? I’d say yes, only because I usually don’t know apprentices quite well enough to ship with them. I do ship Juli with other apprentices (cough cough Arya/Malin/Stell) but I’ve usually known their muns/muses beforehand so I already had an idea of their chemistry.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP? :

Very often. Too often. I’m a pirate, motherfucker.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP? :

Absolutely. While Juli isn’t poly, I consider each ship within its own timeline. This goes for Main 6 blogs as well. AKA don’t freak out if I’m already rp-ing with one Jules, all are welcome ^_^

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS? :

Ship-why-don’t-you-guess

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? :

I’m an Asriel fan~

Oh you meant with my muse? JuJu is the OG ship here. Sorry not sorry

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU? :

Asks!! Pls

Those prompts I always put up? Send one in and go from there. Or send me a DM. Or hmu on Discord.

TAGGED BY: @tranquilarya (thank u bb uwu)

TAGGING: @plague-doctor-jules, @thedoctorhanged, @bitters-enthusiast, @hercourtesy, @demonteas, @the-white-owlet, @tres-horny-bois, @plaguehostwiththemost, and anyone else I’m missing!

#tag games #ooc: magician's musings #mirror image: julianne #about muse #ship info

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elk-and-thearchivist · 5 years ago

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Chiaroscuro, Chapter 2: Respite

The second chapter of my RP with @justashadetalkative / @grumpyoldsnake! Elk and Wiki guide an injured Linast to the hot springs of the Crossroads, where they manage to get a brief respite before Linast’s sibling Phosa makes an appearance.

For this chapter, they did the sketch/composition and shading/lighting/effects, and I did the lines, flats, and background. A reverse of last time!

Words: 7601 Characters: Elk and Wiki (mine), Linast and Phosa ( @justashadetalkative ) Indented is me, regular is @justashadetalkative Dashes are POV shifts.

They carefully made their way through Greenpath, following Elk's lead through the greenery, acid, husks. They managed to avoid contact with any of the infected bugs - Elk seemed to know the best path to take to avoid them.

Before long, the life of Greenpath faded, replaced darkness and stone. Their steps echoed in the silence of the caverns.

Linast was beginning to wonder whether he'd been wrong earlier when he'd claimed not to be getting worse; a sour, unsettled feeling of something being badly out of place had begun to build in his core during the journey. There wasn't much he could do about it, though, so for now he was doing his best to ignore the sensation.

Linast looked around their new surroundings, listening carefully. He spread his awareness to see if he could pick up any out-of-place light, be it the glowing otherworldly creatures or the sickly orange light he'd gotten brief glimpses of in the "husks" Elk had been carefully leading them around.

For the moment, at least, he found nothing but the occasional lantern and glowing plant. He steadied his form from where it had begun to drift in his distraction, and caught back up with the others.

"Do you ever go to the surface?" Linast questioned quietly, deciding it was probably safe to risk some conversation. He could honestly use the distraction. "Is it even nearby? I couldn't... quite tell if that was sunlight filtering through in Greenpath, or ssomething else."

"Sometimes. It's fairly close to here, actually, if you'd like to see. There's a little town that's been miraculously untouched by the plague." Wiki - one could tell if they paid attention to the mannerism of their voice - replied. "The light in Greenpath was likely dreamed by the higher being residing there. She is still revered by her creations, lost as they are to a different light. I can feel her traces in the minds of her subjects."

Elk turned to look at him. "Yeah... hey, are you feeling okay? Relatively. We're almost there, but if you need a break or anything?"

“I'd like that, yeah,” Linast said. “It’d be nn-nice to explore a bit of your world while I’m here, especially if there are more people living up there. And, ah, we might want to warn them to keep their guard up?”

Linast blinked as Elk turned to him, and looked up from where he’d been keeping a close eye on where he put his feet. He hesitated. A break sounded wonderful, honestly; he was exhausted and hurting and between the two his hold on his form was getting shakier by the minute. But the kind of break Linast was longing for was to turn responsibility over to Phosa for a while, and, well. That wasn’t really an option, was it?

“...I’m feeling a bit weird,” he admitted, because at least that part of things was new. “Sick, almost..? But, um. I’m not sure that a break would help. With--that. It’s not how I feel when I’m tired. S-sso if we’re close, we should probably just keep going. Thank you, though.”

"Sounds like a plan. We'll go after the springs." They cocked their head to the side. "That... doesn't sound good, though. Let's hurry - we can lend you a hand. We're stronger than we look." Elk, or Wiki, or them together, extended a tendril, as if giving them a hand to take.

For once, Linast didn't find himself hesitating at the idea of physical contact. He moved forward and took their offered tendril, leaning on them for balance as they began to move forward once more.

"Thank you," he said, trying to still some of his form's unsteady shivering now that slightly less of his attention was being eaten up by the mechanics of walking.

"For--I mean, this, but in general, really. I'm s-sorry to be dragging you into whatever's going on, but we... would have been in a pretty big mess already, without your help."

"It's alright. We don't mind." They helped pull him over some steeper rocks. "Besides, all we- all I ever wanted was to learn new things."

"Wiki wants to know everything. I think I'm happy with tagging along." They crested over an almost vertical drop. "I just like to explore."

As they pulled up Linast, they shifted to the side. Beyond them was a cavern emanating a soft, pale light, brimming with energy. "We're here."

“I like exploring too,” Linast said, his voice distorting slightly as he climbed with their help. “And learning. Pretty good, ah, life goals, if you ask me…”

He took a moment to rest at the top of the drop, staying kneeling on the ground until he felt more certain he wouldn’t fall if he tried to stand. He squinted forward at the softly glowing cavern. “That… is a weird fucking light spectrum,” he muttered.

Except it wasn’t, really; the light mostly just covered a wide range of the human-visible spectrum, gentle and white. There certainly wasn’t any biologically harmful radiation that he could feel. It was just that he could feel some other sort of energy, or magic, or… something. And even though he couldn’t recognize it, something instinctive in him still insisted that it was light.

Linast pushed himself to his feet. “What did you say this sstuff was, again?”

"Soul, we call it. It is the energy that animates all bugs. The old king was a higher being of this light, using his power to animate fragments of Void for whatever purposes he wished."

They walked closer to the spring. "The King called us 'the power opposed,' that which consumes the light. But, then again... we are both. So we can, theoretically, use the power of both."

"Hopefully, it can heal you and your sibling."

“Huh. I’ve… never heard of something like that with a—physical form, like this.” Felidaen’s energy was the closest Linast could think of, an animating, creationary magic with a distinct light of its own. But even then, the stuff was more like electricity. It certainly wouldn’t ever pool like this.

He walked with them to the spring and knelt again, peering at it closely and forcing his form to hold steady against the sting of the visible light on his shadows. The actual energy of the ‘soul’—the not-light that he felt in the air—didn’t sting at all, which was a good sign; the sensation reminded Linast of Phosa herself. The twisted feeling in their core was getting worse, though, which was… less great.

“S-sso, how does this normally work? I’m guessing it heals you, or other, ah—bugs, or you wouldn’t have thought of it…?”

"If we are injured, or tired, we usually rest within it." They dip their toe in the water, before sinking into the water. To anyone who could sense the energy, it seemed to suffuse their entire body, sinking into the void of their body. They gave a soft sigh as they sunk into the water, mask partially submerged. "More bugs used to come, when it wasn't as dangerous. It truly fills you with energy."

They looked over to Linast. "Since we're uncertain how it could affect you, you could try dipping a finger first? Or splashing some onto your core. If it helps..."

“That’s probably a good idea,” Linast agreed, smiling slightly at them as they made themselves comfortable. He pulled the core out of his chest and set it on the ground beside himself. “I’m, um—you’re right, this stuff feels like light, it’s probably going to agree with Phosa way more than with me. Just as a... heads up. But I’d still rather—my magic’s still lower risk than our core, to start, so...”

Gingerly, Linast stretched out a hand and let the tips of his fingers sink into the hot spring.

Several things happened at once. Linast let out a quiet, strangled sound as their core gave a dizzying lurch and the sickly wrong-feeling drastically intensified, heat flooding through it. His hand went entirely numb, abruptly flickering out of shape along with the rest of his form. And light flared outwards from their core, shining brightly from the cracks.

Elk immediately jumped up, tendrils flaring from under their cloak. "Linast! Are you alright?" They reached towards him, just as the light flared and they jerked back, an arm raised defensively. "What-" They lowered their arm, peering past it to see what had just happened.

There wasn’t much for Elk to see at first, aside from the slowly dimming light leaking from the cracks in their core. Linast had dissipated entirely with the flash.

“Fine, m’fine,” Linast rasped after a long moment, forming enough of a pool of shadow beneath his core to speak but not much else. “Just... hnn. Fuck. Probably should’ve... I’m fine. Not hurt. Just need a minute.”

It wasn’t a lie, he decided, as he took stock. He felt miserably unwell, admittedly, but the pain of their fractured core had actually eased a bit.

A few seconds later found Elk (and Wiki, by extension) hovering worriedly over him. "Are- are you feeling better? Oh dear, I hope we haven't made anything worse...."

Wiki emerged from their body, inspecting the core. "It seems the soul has affected the core even without direct contact. Hopefully in a positive manner."

Elk sat down, fidgeting. "Just- uh... take your time... all the time you need."

Linast hummed, both in acknowledgement of their words and to take comfort in the sensation of sound vibrating through his shadows. It was about as close to taking a steadying breath as he could get. The light that leaked from his core faded moment by moment. Soon enough it had gone dark again, and he felt recovered enough to pull himself back into a more humanoid shape.

“...I think it did help, things definitely hurt a bit less now,” Linast decided, after taking a minute to think. He reached over to give Elk a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“I don’t feel anything bad that wasn’t already wrong,” he added. “That weird feeling got, um, way worse. It was pretty overwhelming. But with our core glowing like that, just now, I think... we might not be, ah... Words. Hmm. Processing? Processing energy very well right now, is all. Not through me at least. It wasn’t too bad when all I was absorbing was some dim light, but...”

"Touching it was a little too much at once...?" Elk asked meekly. "I'm glad you're feeling better, though."

"Indeed. How does your sibling normally manifest, if I may ask?" Wiki tilted their head as they asked him. "If you are of darkness, and she of light, perhaps it has assisted her more than you."

“Way too much,” Linast agreed, and then nodded at Wiki’s words. “Yeah, she’s light. Looks a bit like me except glowing, and her magic can—apply more force to things in the light rather than more in the dark.”

He hummed, staring thoughtfully at the hot spring. “I think you’re right, it’s probably more helpful for her than me. But... if we weren’t hurt it might not even have bothered me, either. I don’t think it’s, ah—incompatible with us or anything, it should be safe.”

Linast’s gaze drifted down to their core, and he frowned. He... did trust these two, already. They’d done absolutely nothing but help him. “...could one of you take us in? Our core is both of us, it might be more comfortable. But if it isn’t, I don’t want to drop us if I get overwhelmed again.”

Wiki blinked. "Take you in? Like... Holding you in our void? We can, though I didn't expect you'd know."

Elk demonstrated, reaching into their body - it seemed to ripple as their hand plunged in. "Yeah, I keep a few things. Like this old nail that I've had for as long as I remember. I don't really use it, though." They had partially pulled out something that looked like a small sword, lined with cracks, before pushing it back in. "I can hold onto you two, if you like. Or, wait- did you mean something else-"

“Oh!” Linast blinked, more than a bit surprised. Fascinated, he leaned forward as Elk demonstrated. “That’s—no, I, uh, I didn’t realize you could do that at all, actually. I just meant... hold us in the water to see if it works without having to go through my shadows. I’m, um... we might be here a while, otherwise, if I can’t keep myself from flinching like that every time.”

He sat back up again as Elk returned their sword, thinking. “That is really—interesting, though. Are... does the size matter, relative to you? Or do you have some s-sort of pocket dimension going on, or a link back to the Void...? You were talking about, mm, what was the word... unity, earlier.”

"O-Oh! I see." Elk rubbed a hand on their neck, embarrassed. "We can definitely hold you in the water. As for this..." they gestured to their body.

"Size doesn't matter at all! It really is very convenient. The mass of the object seems to vanish as soon as it is within us." Wiki hummed, tapping their chin. "I presume it is a pocket dimension of a sort. Each of ours is separate, after all. We were once indeed a unified entity, a single will. But we are torn apart. A little piece of Void within each of us."

Linast chuckled a bit, though he hoped Elk didn’t think he was laughing at them. Normally he hated struggling to make himself understood, but in this case it was wonderfully benign. It was nice to have a problem as easy to fix as a slight miscommunication.

He fell quiet as Wiki began their explanation, tilting his head as he listened. “That does s-sound pretty convenient,” he mused, once they were finished. “I... think I’ll pass on experiencing it myself unless we need to, though. I hate small dimensions. I’m sstuck in one often enough as it is.” Linast grimaced slightly, then shook his head, humming quietly as he focused on the rest of their statements.

“Do you, ah... remember anything, from before? Or do you know where you came from mostly from records, again?”

Wiki nodded. "Mmm. Most of my knowledge comes from external sources - I knew everything in the Archives as soon as Elk awakened me. I don't know much about before - a few glimpses, perhaps - but if I delve deep into my mind, there seems to be some memories locked away. The few times I've attempted to breach them, I fell dormant for quite some time."

Elk waved a hand. "In my case, I remember a few things from... a very long time ago. Bits and pieces. Then there's a big gap, a- a haze. But then I was aware again, and escaped the... place I was in." They muttered the last bit. "Wiki helped fill a lot of the gaps."

Linast listened quietly, unable to quell a slight frown. It was a bit concerning to think that something in Wiki’s mind had been so thoroughly locked away that simply trying to think of their past could essentially knock them unconscious. And he didn’t like the sound of Elk having to escape from anywhere, nor the way their voice fell as they spoke of it—as if they were reluctant to even name the place. From the brief quote they’d spoken from their creator the last time he’d started asking about their past, Linast doubted their memories from before this ‘haze’ were very pleasant, either.

‘No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering.’ Stars. Linast wondered if someone had done their level best to make those statements real. It was certainly hard to talk about or form opinions on things you couldn’t remember or weren’t awake for, after all.

...Linast was glad he hadn’t met these two a few years ago. He’d have been barely holding himself back from tearing down the walls. Now, though... well, there were more productive things to do with the fury bubbling up on their behalf. Besides, even his usual impulse to scratch when stressed was buried beneath exhaustion at the moment. Small favors.

Linast let out a long, slow hiss; the sound of static was a satisfying standby. “I’m... sorry you’re blocked off from your own life like that,” he said, once he’d gathered his thoughts. “It s-sounds pretty scary. And frustrating. How long have you been... properly awake, like you are now?”

Wiki and Elk both bowed their heads. "Thank you... It is... a situation to be in. We do the best we can."

Wiki rose and tapped their chin. "Elk woke me perhaps... one of your years or so ago? We've been wandering for a while, exploring the corners of this kingdom, piecing together all the information."

"It's been fun! But taxing, sometimes." Elk rose, approaching. "We should probably try to get your core in the spring - see if it helps."

“I can imagine,” Linast said, with a wry smile. “This place doesn’t seem big on sstairs, so far, I can’t tell if they’re broken or just never existed. And the—husks can’t help.”

He blinked as Elk approached, and nodded. “Oh. Yeah,” he agreed. He was glad to learn more about these two, and the discussion had given him more time to recover from the unpleasant experience of his first attempt to interact with the spring. But while he certainly felt more stable after that first bit of healing, Phosa still hadn’t woken up. Another try was probably a good idea, wary as he was.

Linast picked up their core and carefully passed them to Elk. “Just, ah—keep the water out of the cracks, for now, and we’ll s-see how it goes?”

Wiki gave a soft huff of a laugh. "Stairs. Imagine that." They merged back with Elk as they took them into their hands, extending a few tendrils to stabilize their hold. "We'll do our best. Please tell us if it gets too much."

They made their way to the spring, wading into it while holding their core above water-level. They slowly lowered them until the side without cracks made contact with the spring.

“I will. Or, uh, if I flicker out again, that’s probably a bad sign too.” Linast watched Elk and Wiki’s progress, wincing slightly in anticipation as they lowered their core.

For a moment, something deep in their core twisted, again—but then it finally seemed to click back into place, and for the first time in a while, Linast felt almost balanced again. After that, contact with the spring didn’t seem to produce anything more dramatic than the warming sensation of energy seeping into them and a few twinges of pain through the cracks as some of the deeper ones began to seal.

Linast’s eyes narrowed incredulously, and he frowned at the water in faint betrayal. “...I never thought I’d ss-say I regret being cautious,” he muttered. “And... I don’t, really. I didn’t want to put it on both of us without trying it myself first when Phosa couldn’t... agree to the risk? But. Fuck. Maybe I should’ve gone with your idea of splashing some on our core first.”

"Well, we'd say it's always better safe than sorry - you never know." They watched as the cracks gradually heal over. But it looks like you're doing a lot better already!" As the reach of the fissures shrunk, they submerged a bit more of them in the water. "The light of life does tend to do that to you, aheh."

Wiki's face emerged from Elk's body, peering at the core. "I certainly hope your sibling can recover soon. We'd love to meet her."

“I know. Just. Fff. I’m glad I don’t have to do it again, at least. Thank you for your help.” Linast smiled a bit, watching their core heal with considerable relief. “It—certainly seems to! That’s really impressive, honestly. The medics back home would... they’d give a lot, for s-ssomething like this.”

Linast hummed. “As for Phosa, she already is, a bit. I can feel her magic again at least. Ah—careful, actually, that’s... ”

Linast tensed as white light slid up around their core in a protective shell and pushed fretfully against Elk’s grasp. “We’re safe, Phosa, it’s okay,” Linast called, and frowned when he didn’t feel much response from her. From the looks of it, Phosa wasn’t managing to put any substance behind her light yet, but he stood in preparation to intervene just in case.

Elk started when the light began to form - luckily, their tendrils were wrapped quite securely around them when they fumbled a bit. "Ah! Was that-"

"-your sibling?" Wiki squinted at the light pushing against them. "Hmmm. If you're comfortable with it, we can release our hold and submerge your core in the spring. More effective, most likely, and she seems a bit distressed by our contact."

“Yes,” Linast confirmed, then realized that was a bit ambiguous and amended, “yes, that’s Phosa. And—yeah, go ahead. It’s definitely healing us, even if any water does get in we should be able to phase it back out again.”

Concerned, Linast pushed his own magic towards their core, folding a layer of shadow in around Phosa’s light to talk. safe-rest-myturn, he insisted, trying to calm her. His tension eased slightly as she stopped pushing at Elk and Wiki’s hold, though she didn’t release their core.

"Excellent." Wiki once again submerged into Elk, who nodded and gently placed the core in a shallow area of the spring.

They stepped back a bit, watching to see if anything else would happen. "Is this alright?"

Linast let his own shadows fade as the pair moved. He wasn’t keen to touch the water again, and manifesting past Phosa’s light when she wasn’t being careful of him was a strain in its own right.

He relaxed further as Elk—and by extension, Wiki—stepped back. The last thing he needed was for Phosa to lash out at their new allies before she’d fully reoriented herself.

“It’s fine, thank you,” Linast said, moving as close to their core as he could without going over the water. “Phosa?” he tried, again. “Are you awake?”

notawake-ow-yourturn, she flashed back at him, with a griping undertone that startled a relieved laugh out of him. “She’s okay,” he said, happily. “More or less.”

"That's good to hear," they sighed in relief. They gave another look before they climbed out of the spring, sitting next to Linast. "How about you? Are you feeling better?"

“I am,” Linast confirmed, still smiling. “I mean, I’m really tired, but even that’s a bit better than it was. S-seriously, thank you.”

"We're glad we could help. You seem like a decent entity and we'd hate to see you suffer."

They were silent for a moment. "Can you tell us about where you're from? We've told you a bit about us, but- we're curious. We've never seen such a breach in the fabric of space."

Linast looked over to them, his smile fading into a chagrined expression. “Yeah, you’ve—been taking a lot of things in sstride, huh? This has to be pretty weird for you. Um...”

Linast hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of where to start, how to explain without rambling too much. “We... call it the Spire,” he said. “It’s in a pocket dimension, though depending on what that means to you it might be... bigger than you’re picturing? And it’s not like yours, it’s not—touching anywhere, or anybody, s-specific. In normal space I mean.”

He shrugged, gesturing uncertainly. “I don’t know how a lot of this works, but I remember the way it’s been explained to me, and they say that because it... doesn’t exist in or touch any specific place, it’s technically also everywhere at once? Or in a state where it could be anywhere at once? S-something like that, anyway. Any dimension, any location within those dimensions... theoretically we could get to anywhere.”

Linast curled in on himself, folding his arms around his knees and looking back towards the hotspring where his sibling rested. “There are... so many other worlds, other realms, out there,” he said quietly. “Ones like this, and, ah, ones... too alien to describe.”

The pair leaned closer and closer as he spoke, riveted. "That's..."

Wiki practically burst from Elk, tendrils splaying all over their head in their excitement. "Fascinating! So you've seen many, many dimensions, I presume? Oh, the possibilities must be endless! Oh, if you're willing I would love to read your memories some time. There must be so many interesting things in there! And, oh! If you came from there, is it possible for others to go there as well? Are there peoples indigenous to that dimension, do many people come and go?"

Linast chuckled fondly at Wiki’s excited outburst. He’d been wondering how they’d react. “I’ve been to a lot of neat places, yeah,” he said, smiling at them.

He couldn’t keep it up for long, though, and glanced away back towards the water. “...I’ll... think, about the memories. We can talk about it later.” There were a lot of things he wasn’t proud of. There were even more things that he just didn’t want to relive—that he didn’t want to make anyone else relive either, for that matter. He sighed, and turned his attention to the rest of their questions.

“There’s one... indigenous person, if—if that word even works for one person?” Linast hesitated, but then pushed on. “Felidaen—this person—she’s like us; made by someone, for some... purpose, though she doesn’t remember what. But she’s the person who generates the pocket dimension, just—from the inside. She can’t leave. Other people can sort of come and go, but...”

Linast fell silent as he tried to figure out how to put the rest into words. His fingers tensed, clawing without much effect into his arms, and for a moment he wished he was holding something solid.

Out of the corner of his vision, a small hand reached out and grabbed his, stilling his hands. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Elk said quietly. "Felidaen... I hope... she doesn't feel too trapped in there."

"Trapped for whatever purpose her creator decreed." Wiki closed their eyes. "It truly is fascinating. I would love nothing more than to know more, but it seems to trouble you."

Linast twitched and glanced down at Elk’s hand on his. He hummed, closing his eyes for a moment, and released his own arm to give their hand a grateful squeeze instead. He was careful to keep his fingers dull, the pressure gentle.

“No, it’s... part of this is important, actually, you need to know,” he insisted. “I just. Heh. Seven years and you’d think I’d get better at talking about it, but it still makes me—so angry.”

“The Spire eats people; takes them and makes them its own,” came a new voice from near the hotspring. Linast brightened a bit, straightening up to smile at his sibling as she climbed out of the water with their core tucked under one arm.

Wiki looked like they were about to respond, when both they and Elk snapped their gazes to the the newcomer. "Oh! Hello," they waved a tendril in greeting, mirrored by Elk. "You must be the sibling we've heard so much about." They paused, processing what she said. "Eating people, you say...?"

"That sounds... pretty terrifying." Elk murmured, gaze sliding to the side.

“It’s not...literal,” Linast clarified. “But, it does bind you to itself, if you have too much contact with it. Any contact with it.”

Phosa strode over to him and passed him their core, and he returned it to its usual place in his chest. “I’m gone for—I’m gone, and when I wake up you’ve given us to a stranger and let them put us in a pool of glowing mystery goo,” she muttered. “What’s going on?”

“You’re welcome. You should’ve left us in for longer,” Linast said with a relieved laugh, just glad she was up and talking again. He tugged her down to sit beside him, on the other side from Elk. Phosa relented, albeit with a dissatisfied hiss, and eyed Wiki and Elk with a wary expression.

“This is Elk, and this is Wiki,” Linast added, gesturing to each of them. “They’ve been helping us. I was—explaining the Spire, but you heard that.”

"Nice to meet you." They both inclined their heads. "We share the same voice and sometimes the same body and sometimes the same mind."

Wiki waved a tendril. "It's good to see you are more or less unharmed from the misadventures of earlier! If you are unaware - we do not know if you share memories as we do - Linast had come out of a rift in space, it seems, pursued by some unknown creatures. He helped lead them away, even though he was injured. We are grateful. Bringing you two to the spring was the least we could do."

“Hello,” Phosa said, returning their greeting with a nod of her own. By the end of their explanation, her suspicious stare had been replaced with a thoughtful frown. “That... doesn’t sound great. And we don’t share thoughts like that, no; thank you for explaining...”

Phosa hummed, and shot a pensive look towards the spring. Linast felt a brief flicker of light over their core as she traced out the faint seams that were all that remained of their most recent injuries. “The spring healed us,” he offered quietly. “And they’ve been telling me about this world.”

Phosa glanced at him, studying his expression, and then turned back to Elk and Wiki. “Thank you,” she said, with a tired smile. “I’m grateful, too. Not everyone would stay to help people who brought trouble like that in with them.”

"We're glad to help." Elk laughed lightly. "Though, I'll admit I was very curious at first."

"Of course! There's nothing like you two in our entire world! But more than the nature of your existence, we would love to know more about you two - well, in a more personable manner."

"It's been great having someone to talk to. There aren't many bugs around these days that travel as much as we do." Elk scuffed the stone under their feet.

“They’re explorers!” Linast told Phosa. She raised an eyebrow at him, then looked back at the pair.

“Yeah? That’s pretty neat. I could see how it’d be isolating, though.” Phosa glanced around the room they were in, with a calculating look in her eye that told Linast she was assessing the entrances to the place. “If you think we’re safe here for now, I... wouldn’t mind talking for a while. Doesn’t seem like Linast would either.” She gave Linast a pointed nudge with one elbow. “If I don’t like a topic I’ll tell you to fuck off, don’t worry.”

“I’m curious too, honestly,” Linast added. “I’ve never s-sseen anybody like you two, either. But—I’ve already asked you a lot of questions.”

"I know not if the rules of our world apply to those creatures, but nothing seems to attack us while we are in the springs. It seems to be... a sanctuary of some sort. A place to rest." Wiki gestured to the cavern as they spoke. "I'm sure, at least, we have some time. Feel free to ask us anything about us, this world! The only thing second to obtaining knowledge is sharing it."

Elk nodded. "We would like to more about The Spire, if you want to share, though. You were just talking about how it traps people there. But... you're here now?"

“Huh. A protective ward, maybe..?” Linast suggested. Both he and Phosa relaxed a bit at the idea. “That’s really good to hear.”

“Okay. In that case... yeah, we should definitely get explaining about the Spire out of the way first,” Phosa said with a decisive nod. “Linast had it right, ‘bind’ might be a better word. The Spire is a building in the pocket dimension Linast was talking about. It was built using Felidaen’s magic, but it’s not under her control. It’s not under anyone’s control, we don’t think. And it... tethers people’s souls to itself, I guess you could say. It might even reach out through them to claim more people if we’re not careful. And if a person is... born there, we think it can warp them to be more useful to itself.”

“Soul is something different in our realm,” Linast clarified quietly, folding his arms across his knees again. “Kind of. It’s still... life force, and you need yours to live, and it leaves when you die. But a soul isn’t—it’s not a s-substance, not a thing you can see or touch. Not without the right magic, anyway. Every person has a unique s-soul, and that soul carries part of their—identity? It carries a part of your identity in a way that’s more, ah, permanent than the body. With the right magic, some people can make it carry memories and the rest of your personality, too.”

Phosa paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. But she’d always been better at keeping up a mask than Linast, and while her expression had grown cold, her words remained steady. “So. Wherever we go, that part of ourselves is still connected to it, and it never lets us leave for long. But how much leash you get, and what happens if you push the limits, can vary a bit.”

"That sounds... insidious. Like something that might cause one despair, if they felt too trapped."

"That's never a good feeling," Elk murmured. "Feeling like you can't escape."

Wiki hummed. "Interesting that your soul is different. Though I suppose most regular bugs do not perceive soul as we do. Hmm. But back to the binding... has there ever been an instance in which one was not affected by the Spire, even after contact with the dimension?"

"We've... gotten used to it. Kind of." Linast let out a short laugh, but there wasn't much amusement to it. His fingers tapped restlessly against one arm as he thought about Elk's question.

"Like Phosa said, it does vary a bit, at least?" he said, uncertain. "Like, Diamond, I don't think he can leave for more than a week or two without starting to get... really sick. But we can leave for longer than that, I spent... a year, once, leaving for a month at a time and only coming back for a day or two in between each trip. But I was in really bad shape by the end of it--couldn't think straight for... weeks."

"There was other stuff going on for you," Phosa muttered. Linast shrugged uncomfortably, unable to argue. Phosa hummed as she thought.

"No effect, though... I mean, people who are actively hostile to the place or to Felidaen don't seem to get stuck," she said. "Not all the time, at least. And things that aren't people don't get stuck."

"Other than that... maybe Dalgiroth?" Linast added. "They're kind of a--what do they call themself--an 'avatar of space-time' that stops in for a bit every couple of years to say hi, or when we ask them for help with something. I don't know if they're being--compelled to do that, or if they're unaffected and just think we're interesting. They’re the freest out of all of us, I think. There are a few other people who are... nearly as powerful as them, and they don't quite have to live in the S-spire, either. And there’s this one group of merchants who only come in a couple of times a year, and they seem okay. We don’t know what’s happening there.”

"I see... very, very interesting. If the risk were not so high, we might have been compelled to see the Spire for ourselves - the nature of its existence is very interesting." Wiki idly twirled a tendril. "If only I could... study the phenomenon......."

Elk tapped Wiki's face. "It doesn't seem safe. We could get trapped. We- we can't have that."

They blinked before hunching over, sulking. "This is true." Their head shot up straight again. "But! Perhaps there are conditions that would prevent one from being bound!" The lifted a tendril to their chin. "An avatar of space-time... ᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍˢ... ᵍᵒᵈˢ... ʰᶦᵍʰᵉʳ..." Their muttering was quickly becoming unintelligible.

Linast watched Wiki mutter to themself for a few, shifting uncomfortably.

“We don’t know a lot about it,” Phosa offered eventually. “We just know what affects us, and what we’ve been told so that we can warn people, and what we see. Other people know more. Diamond—he’s one of the Spire’s creators—has been trying to find a way to free people, or at least to keep new people from getting caught.”

Linast picked up the thread she had started. “S-sso... well, I know just... getting involved too deeply is a risk, if a... s-ssmallish one. And researching it long term would—definitely be that. But, Diamond would be the person to ask about it. One conversation would probably be okay. And if it isn’t, well, he’d know that too.”

"Oh, a creator of the Spire? That is... most certainly someone I'd like nothing more than to pick the brain of. If it would ever be possible to do so."

Elk nodded. "How would we be able to meet? Actually," they straightened a bit, "How do you get back to or communicate with the Spire? I don't know if you two are stuck here for a bit, but if you need to get back...?"

Phosa shot Linast a questioning glance. He grimaced. “We showed up alone, and we weren’t carrying any of the—communication gear,” he told her, then looked at Wiki and Elk. “We usually don’t, we, ah, can’t move freely without dropping stuff. S-so... someone finding us would be ideal.”

“The group we were teleporting with before things went wrong, they should know that something went wrong, and have a start on where to look. They can trace us through our bond to the Spire if nothing else,” Phosa confirmed. “But, well, something went wrong. They might be hurt, or dealing with those creatures you mentioned. Eventually someone at the Spire should notice we’re not back on time, but, again. Things might be bad at the Spire, too.”

“If all else fails...” Linast shrugged halfheartedly. “When we hit the end of our, ah, ‘leash,’ and there’s nothing to—interfere... we normally just get pulled back eventually. Poof! Back at the Ss-spire. We... can’t teleport between dimensions on our own, but the Spire can call us back.”

“Leaves us feeling like shit, though,” Phosa muttered.

Elk twitched a bit. "Ah, that... does not sound good. Let's hope that someone will figure things out. In the meantime..."

"We could try to find out what's going on with those creatures." Wiki crossed a few tendrils. "If you've never seen them before, they must have come from a different dimension... I can try to read into their memories to see what happened just before the incident, if we are able to capture one. Alive preferred."

"But still!" Elk hopped up. "If you're here for a while, we can show you around Hallownest. The lands are still pretty, even if the kingdom has fallen."

“I’d definitely like to know what those things are up to,” Phosa said, nodding at Wiki. “And get a look at them myself.”

“I’m not up for a fight right now, and neither are you,” Linast protested. “...Not if we don’t have to, at least. Not until we’ve rested. And... I’d love to at least—explore, but I don’t think that’d be safe until we are, either.” Especially when he didn’t know what the creatures could do, and would have Elk and Wiki to protect besides.

"I... hmm." Elk fidgeted, wringing their hands. "I can fight... in theory. I know the skills, I have the strength. I have my nail."

"And yet, you do not. You don't have to force yourself, Elk." Wiki patted them on the head with a tendril. "Knowing and doing are two very different things."

Elk gave a frustrated sound. "Nnnngh. But it would be helpful right about now-"

Linast’s core twisted as Elk spoke. Stars this was a familiar refrain.

“Don’t,” Linast said, clasping their shoulder with one hand and interrupting their protests. He leaned down to meet their gaze; their own mask couldn’t show much expression, but he could certainly show them his.

“S-seriously. I’ve spent... so long, telling myself I know what I need to do so I should just do it, no matter how I felt about it. You just get... more avoidant, the more you try to force yourself, and—and you’re miserable besides. And you do a bad job, if you do actually manage to force it, or... or maybe you don’t, maybe you’re good at it after all, but it—then you’re expected to do it more, by yourself if no one else, and it hurts.” Linast made a sharp, throwaway gesture with his free hand. “And then you still burn out eventually.”

“...It’s okay,” Phosa added carefully, once Linast had bled dry of words and let his hand fall again with a shaky flicker. She leaned against his side, a solid, grounding contact, and smiled at Elk. “We can rest here for a while, as long as it’s safe. Or if it’s not, I’ll poke at your weird glowing goo stuff a bit more and then we can leave and start exploring. Linast and I can take turns resting. We do it all the time.”

"I..." They were frozen for a moment, listening and then processing their words, before the tension seemed to drain from Elk's shoulders. "Th-thank you... You're right." They lifted their head to look at them. "I'm really not good with fighting, for various reasons. I just. Didn't want you two to be hurt by my own incompetence."

"You are far from incompetent. Different people have different skills and different weaknesses. Your forte is simply not in battle." Wiki wrapped a few tendrils around them in an odd sort of hug. "You must take care of your own needs, as well." They turned to the siblings, bowing their head. "Thank you. We will do our best to guide you away from danger, but we only know the behaviors of the bugs here - of course, we know nothing of the extradimensional creatures."

Linast leaned back again as Wiki hugged Elk. “Definitely not incompetent,” he agreed. “Wiki’s right. And you—kept your head and got us out of a pretty bad spot, earlier, yeah?”

“We’ll follow your lead,” Phosa said. “Just getting around whatever regular hazards you have here is great. We’re all at a disadvantage, with the extradimensional folk. We’ll just have to figure things out as we go.”

Linast stood, passing their core off to Phosa. “It s-sounds like you all think we should head out?”

Elk nodded. "If you two feel like you're all better, we can start trying find out more about the creatures."

"Since they have probably already dispersed, perhaps the rifts would be safe to check. I wonder if they remain active, or if there are simply traces that are left." Wiki returned to Elk's body. "Regardless, I expect we'll learn something if we investigate."

“We’re healed, yeah,” Linast said with a nod. “Just tired.” He gestured vaguely to the hot springs. “But from how things felt earlier, I think I can—funnel a fair amount of energy s-straight to Phosa, now that our core’s healed. If it works she can take over for a while and I’ll, ah—rest.”

Phosa frowned at him, but didn’t comment, glancing back to watch Wiki merge with Elk. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” she said. “Especially if you think we can stay out of sight on the way back. Worst case scenario the rifts are still active like you say and more are coming through, but... still better to know that now than get surprised later.”

"Indeed," they said. "We're glad to hear your core's healed, but yes, Linast, if you can get some rest - that would be excellent." They rose and padded closer to the cave's entrance. "Whenever you're ready, we can head over. We'll do our best to guide you, Phosa."

“Thank you. I’ll try to blend in,” Phosa said with a wry smile. Linast grinned a bit. She’d gotten far better at controlling her light to suit her needs, and could indeed appear outwardly dim enough to be stealthy. But it wasn’t hard to think back to a time when that had definitely not been the case. Shaking his head, Linast let his humanoid form fade, and took a moment to brace himself.

Then he spread a pool of shadow out through the hot spring and did what he’d supposedly been made to do: consumed it.

Not entirely, of course. He didn’t want to take more of the resource than Phosa would need, didn’t know if it was finite. And the main source of the hot spring’s energy wasn’t literally light. Interacting with it still felt... strange, left him numb, and it took a lot of concentration to keep his magic active. Still, he managed it to a slow count of three before giving in and dissipating again. “You good?” Phosa asked quietly, her voice vibrating through their core. Linast mustered enough energy to flash a silent confirmation, and he felt her stand and carry them over to the others.

“Alright!” she said, with false enthusiasm. “Let’s go try to find out how big of a mess we’re in.”

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