#cuz i'm always about drabbling from rp stuff

[primordialruin]

munday writing detail meme!

Name: Kotys

Age range: under 18 | between 18 and 25 | 25 and older

Pronouns: She/Her

Random fact about me: I have sectoral heterochromia. My irises are half blue and half green.

When it comes to planning threads: I like to wing it completely | I like to plan the start of the thread | I like to plan several key points in the thread | I like to plan every reply | It depends (elaborate)

Pre-established relationships between muses: I enjoy them | I like them occasionally but mostly prefer to play the relationship out | I don't do pre-established relationships

When it comes to replies, I like to: Keep mine short (1-2 paragraphs) | Keep mine to medium length | Keep my replies long (10+ paragraphs) | It depends (elaborate) The mood dictates the length of the reply, and it also depends on the driving point of my reply. It's important to me that I can express my muse in an appropriate way that gives your muse & the overall thread the necessary hooks for us to grab and continue the story.

I generally try to reply in: 1 day | 3 days | A week | Within a month | More than a month

I like getting asks for memes I reblogged a long time ago: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting random IC asks from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting tagged in unplanned starters from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals to plan our threads: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals just to chat about things not related to RP: Yes | No | Depends (K here - I'm not good at keeping conversations cuz I get tired fast in social situations. You can talk to me about regular degular stuff if you wanna but it's not what I seek here. I'm here to focus on rp first and foremost 🫶 hence ooc friendships might be hard to create with me but I prommy I love all the friends who have patiently grown a friendship with me over months of friendly slowburn lmao)

I enjoy writing: Drama! I love having an external conflict that drives our muses in a certain direction where they can grow their relationship. :) I'm not great at banter for the sake of banter. I need a story.

I don't enjoy writing: Fast banter. I don't have the time to spend on quick back and forths. I wish I did tho. It looks super fun! Also smut. I'm so awkward with it, I just can't do it without being beet red in the face. I can try, but it's got to be part of a bigger story so I don't feel like there's a spotlight on the act.

My favourite tropes are: Rivals to friends/lovers and friends/lovers to rivals. Found family. Secret identities. Funny slice of life situations.

Opinion on shipping (for a specific character or in general): It's good 👍 I'm a huge sucker for slowburn. I don't like jumping into ships because I love building up to them. Sometimes baking the cake is more fun than eating it if you catch my drift.

I get inspired to write by doing this: Listen to music that feels appropriate to the storyline's current mood, hallucinate the scene with my mind's eye, write down the main idea I want to convey in my reply, note a couple of bullet points then take a break and come back when I'm able to revise my ideas and actually write the reply. This is mostly for big threads with big plot points, or threads I've lost the initial creative inertia for. I don't always take breaks to revise, but this is mostly the gist of my process.

One of my favourite threads/drabbles/etc: On my SpyxFam blog, my Yor and I wrote an AMAZING thread in which our fake spouses found each other after my muse had to fake his death. I think it was the best thread I've ever written with someone. My incredible RP partner helped me push against my writing limits & I feel like I am a much better writer thanks to them. I think our thread went for 6 months lol it was such a good experience!!! I've also written Lilith a couple years ago with an incredible Lucifer that I hold fondly to my heart. It was just as good!

A writing partner (or partners!) I've enjoyed writing with: My incredible Yor on my SXF blogs and a couple of writers I've sadly lost contact with. I hope they're fine.

A mutual I want to write with but haven't yet: Oh man, all of you!

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[kusunokihimea]

♘: Getting a drunken kiss from your muse (( perhaps their traveling/senjutsu learning verse? if you're into it :3 I miss those interactions~ ))

[Select from the following for my muse to respond to ][ @kyuuzuchiha ][ Accepting ]

     As painful as it can be at times to return, the pair typically can���t stay away from Konoha for long. But this time around, it’s a more relaxed, social visit. No responsibilities, meetings, discussions…just a little time to wander and see old friends, catch up, and enjoy amenities the village has that Kusunokizan yet lacks.

     And there’s little doing that without getting dragged into an all-out night with some of the gang. The pair are too sorely missed by several to avoid an evening to simply sit around and reminisce, and see what’s gone on in their absence.

     They invade a barbeque place, taking up their biggest table as they crowd around and quickly start talking. Food is plentiful, and it isn’t long before sake starts flowing.

     For the most part, Ryū avoids indulging - she’s too reliant on her senses to risk dulling them, even in the relative safety of Konoha, and among friends. Her paranoia just won’t settle enough to get sloshed. She sips a cup, just enough to loosen her slightly, but still keep watchful senses over the group.

     There’s little avoiding her mother henning, even if everyone here is now grown. For now, she’ll settle for being the sober one. When things get a bit too rowdy, a quiet word is all it takes from the eldest among them to earn a sheepish withdrawal as not to bother the other patrons. She sits along the edge, Sasuke beside her and Naruto on his other side.

     As testy as things have been between the pair in the past, time heals all wounds, and they get on well now. It helps that a little sake lightens the atmosphere...and a certain Uchiha’s stoicism. Soon enough he’s even laughing a bit, as reserved and cool-headed as it may be.

     Ryū just watches from the corner of her eyes, smiling against the rim of her cup. It’s clear he’s having his fair share - and while she’s glad to see him loosen up, she still starts dragging the bottle from him when he gets a bit too tipsy, warning of an impending hangover she’d rather avoid having to treat.

     “Oh, c’mon,” he insists. “How often do I get t’drink?”

     “Often enough.”

     “And how often are we back in Konoha when it’s not some pain in t’ass meeting with those -?”

     “Manners, Sasuke. Let’s save any griping about Konoha when we’re not in Konoha, ne?” she teases, giving him a smile. “You’ve had plenty for now. Don’t want to get too drunk and wind up miserable, ne? Or miss out?”

     Pouting, Sasuke tries to reach for the bottle, only for Ryū to hold it out past the table a ways. “C’mooon, give it back -”

     “I will in a bit. Just slow down for n-”

     Lurching forward, Sasuke mushes their faces together, lips...vaguely on lips as his loosened sense of balance makes aiming a little difficult.

     Ryū’s eyes go wide in surprise, tasting the sake on his breath as he gets a little...involved, his inhibitions another thing a bit left to the wayside along with his stability. Torn between embarrassed blushing (they’re in public!) and bashful acceptance (it’s not like she doesn’t enjoy his kisses), she doesn’t notice Sasuke’s reaching past her until it’s too late, and he rather nimbly snatches the bottle from her far hand. Almost too nimbly, given how drunk she thought he was.

     His lips curl, still rather tangled up with hers despite her protest. “Gotcha,” he taunts, giving her a tipsy, sultry look that only makes her go pinker. 

     By now, most of their table has noticed, paused in their ruckus to stare before breaking out into hoots and hollers. Thoroughly flustered, Ryū turns back foward and ducks her chin, Sasuke chuckling against her ear as he keeps his posture. “You realize you’re going to pay for that later,” she mumbles, still flushed in the face.

     “Oh I look forward to it.”