#ic askmemes.

[standbowed]

@parfumeuses said: “did you do something different with your hair?”

more random dialogue prompts // accepting.

"...My hair? Oh--" Hachi makes a move to rifle through it, realizes both hands are currently occupied with trash bags and abandons the motion with a jerk of her elbows. Right, the whole reason she's here this time--a replacement for one of the seniors initially tasked with cleaning duty alongside the girl beside her (Hachi's pretty sure her name is Faucher, which sounds very leading-lady-like--very enigmatic, like the heroine of a romance or historical novel? Or maybe it's just the foreignness of the name that's making her think of period dramas here--at any rate, now's really not the time to zone out trying to imagine what genre she'd suit best--and it's probably kind of weird to do with someone you don't know all that well yet--agh, focus! She was asking about something! Oh, right--her hair.)

Round brows furrow and lips purse in thought as the two of them walk towards the disposal area. After a few moments, her mouth pops open in a quiet 'o', and she turns to the older girl with dawning realization.

"I changed my shampoo recently--er, changed it back, that is. The shops in Morioh don't carry the brand I usually use, but I had to run some errands in S City last weekend and picked some up while I was there... could that be it?" If so, how impressive that this person noticed! She sets down the bags once they reach the incinerator, and thumbs at one of the locks curling at her cheek. It feels a bit softer now, after using her usual stuff--and maybe she's biased, but she thinks the orange blossom scent is a little nicer, too...? She smiles, sheepish and a bit unsure. "Er--does it look strange? I guess I kind of fiddle with my hair a lot throughout the day, so it might be sticking up in some weird places, aha..."

[perfectionistspun]

@hecatombi said: ❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜ -- oldseph :)

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // accepting.

"…Hasn't everyone?" comes Halland's reply in carefully-measured syllables. Jaw clenched and posture rigid, she keeps her eyes trained on the horizon (because she is agitated, or perhaps afraid of the expression she might find on Joseph Joestar's face if she glances to her side).

It's a sentiment she would have held no claim to just a few short years ago--she had, up until recently, lived quite a charmed life. Rich and overachieving and wanting for nothing (save, perhaps, some measure of familial warmth, but the Oates simply weren't that sort of family, and there was nothing to be done about that). And then she'd made the first choice solely for herself in her life, and she'd botched it so horrendously that a brilliant, kind man had ended up dead at the hands of a perpetrator she had invited into the fold herself.

"…It was my error in judgment," she murmurs in confession ('that caused it, that killed him' is the tail end of that statement that goes unspoken), before she can stop herself. Since childhood, she's striven to be a woman who exists beyond reproach--mannerisms just so, reasoning sound, actions perfectly tailored for approval. But she knows the taste of failure now--not just the second-place medals or imperfect lutzes that used to make her feel ground down into nothing, but a true, crushing failure that brought about dire consequences. In its wake, she doesn't know quite how to slip back into that immaculate skin--can approximate it most days by going through the motions, but it feels tight now--ill-fitting. Maybe this is why she follows up; it's a self-flagellation of sorts, like her father used to prompt with that particular look from across the dining-room table (sparing her not a single word or glance thereafter until she broke on her own, until she measured out the details of her own failures for him to hear in forced-dispassionate point form--old habits die hard). Halland shakes her head as if to dispel the mental image of that grand and often-desolate room. It does her no good to think about it, and so she tucks it away.

"…It is not a mistake I intend to make again," she says firmly, after the regret from saying too much has set in and she is left with the compulsion to rectify her image. She steels her nerves to look at him then, amber eyes narrowed and expression neutral, if a bit tight around the edges. "...Why do you ask, Monsieur Joestar? Surely this is not how you normally make conversation."

[suturcd]

@66yfze said: “you’re going to have some serious bruises for a while.” melone patching her up im so sick im so

the millennium series by stieg larsson // accepting.

With some effort, Fran can put the pieces back into order. An unfortunate combination of a brute-force attacker and too green of a Passione escort to counter it effectively, the new start wheezing wet around a mouthful of blood and saliva before she could put enough distance between herself and the attacker. She remembers being dragged across the concrete by her hair, hands ringing around her throat. Pressure. Grit your teeth. Bear it. Wait for your chance. A strand of Sister Morphine looped around her finger and severed by her thumbnail. An opening.

The loose, draping loop of a continuous stitch, hanging limp like the silk strands of a severed spider's web. Until all at once she pulls it taut. Until Sister Morphine finds disparate flesh--arm and midsection, midsection and arm between the webbing of sutures, and does what it does best. It mends. So seamless a knit it's as if there was never any distinction between appendage and torso at all. It forces his hands from her burning throat at last, sends him tipping to the side, and once again there is an opening. She remembers sprinting on wobbly legs until she finds herself doubled over with the edge of her turtleneck yanked away from her throat, gasping for breath, heartbeat hammering. Remembers the deceptively-grand loom of a shadow across the pavement, but not its source. Remembers thinking, disjointed and hysterical, about the terrible symmetry of it all--surviving in one alleyway against all odds, only to die in another.

Nothing after that, for a while. Then, Melone's voice sounding from one side of her, jolting her back to the present. The background-noise sting of antiseptic. The ring of dried blood around her nostrils as she sucks in a breath.

Her hand is still prying her collar away from her scarred throat (finger-shaped bruises slowly darkening over the skin there) as she swallows sandpaper-rough gulps of air--she wonders how long she's held it like that in a white-knuckle grip as Melone did... what, treated her? She casts a glance over to him, her brows furrowed. Fran opens and closes her mouth to speak, but only laboured breath rattles from her throat those first few times. Melone is under no obligation to do this. And even if he was, he needn't be so thorough about it. Fran doesn't know what to make of this, so used to experiencing a one-way street in the opposite direction--only being of note for as long as she's needed. The sort of person you can put on the backburner until you need her again--who will mend herself because she has little other choice.

"...This isn't your job, Mr. Melone," she rasps, around syllables that have dug their nails into the back of her throat in protest. It's almost an accusation, but not quite. Why waste your time?

[roleplayersoul]

?dream eater — does your muse have any recurring dreams/nightmares? asgore

Yes. For a while, I'm sure he has relived certain awful memories in dreams/nightmares before. But between banishment, death of loved ones, moving on, starting anew, starting a family, losing them, and beyond, he's seen so much and it's been so long that that the contents can be superfluous, and aren't always identical to reality, or always carry certain Monsters. It isn't quite like he relives the same dream every night, not anymore. However, many dreams tend to follow similar emotional weight.

Anger at someone, with rage beyond his control. He can't find someone, no matter how hard he looks, forever lonely, no matter how hard he begs. The fresh air of the surface, the duller air of the Underground, and the weight it carries in his lungs... There are many common themes. But even wonderful dreams can be bittersweet when you've lived so long, and they're so far out of reach.

[luckyfiona]

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”

                  ❝ ——  Oh. Hm. ❞

                                          ( Uh-oh. )

Lawless Lucky talked a big game around the bonfire last night. She wasn't too oblivious to pick up on the fact that her being scandalized and upset by the boys' violent sides was beginning to grate on them. So, when all of the boys were talking about the gruesome things they'd like to do to the people who made their lives hard in The Other Place, she forced herself to laugh along, and even took the opening to spin a tale about how she was planning to poison her old employer's food. And, oh, those rotten pirates? Well, she would do the same to them if she had a chance.

So busy seizing on the moment, she didn't consider that she would actually have to put her money where her mouth was.

It would shatter the illusion of Neverland as her luxurious, peaceful, happily-ever-after paradise if she had to see any real carnage with her own two eyes, much less deal any of it herself. But here was dear Peter, ever the altruist, granter of all her wishes, suggesting she come along to their next raid of the Jolly Roger. Lucky's pretty sure he knows this is out of her comfort zone, if he's paid any attention to her — and he does, of course he does. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing all of these troubled souls to the island if he didn't empathize and care about all of them, right? She can't imagine any motive but love and sympathy. — It's funny, considering how anxiously, meticulously sensitive she tries to be to his boundaries. There was something maybe endearingly boyish about his disregard for hers.

She reasons that she should be grateful for his investment in keeping things fresh and interesting. This is what a sensible, healthy relationship looked like, right? Balancing energies was a major tenet of Celtic magic— it was the key to harmony and prosperity. A passive, supportive person worked best with a person who was a little more... challenging. It would be too stagnant or too chaotic any other way. She gives a fond half-smile to her love, her true love, convinced he's only looking out for her best interests. She would find a way to explain to him that this doesn't really interest her... another time.

               ❝ Well, I suppose I would... ❞ 

Lucky? Morally opposed to it? No sir, you've got the wrong lassie. You must be thinking of that prude from Chicago, Fiona Comisky, who used to dote and cry and sermonize Nate Larsen any time he got injured in a fight with some low-class brute he should've run away from. She had no qualms with clodhopping bullies who started barbaric fights. Didn't find it tasteless in the slightest.

She was opposed to tagging along for much more modest, supportive, team-playering reasons, to be certain. The same reasons why she declined Nate's offer to teach her how to use a bow and arrow: why would the Princess of Neverland get her dainty, dignified, not-at-all-labor-calloused hands dirty learning how to hunt when her boys got such a thrill out of slaying those innocent animals?

                ❝ But why bring a girl along to steal all of the attention?                        I'm not as strong or as sneaky as you. I may ruin the... Element of surprise. Or... distract everyone when they have to keep me out of harm's way. And there’s really— there's so much I could do back here. I thought I should make some sort of victory banquet for the boys to come back to. ......Besides... ❞

Lucky's fingers sidled over to his, tips brushing over his knuckles, as if timidly asking permission to show tenderness before making any sudden moves. Peter was a bit strange about physical touch. She could never tell if he was enjoying it, or if she maybe wasn't doing it right. When he didn't immediately swat her away, she gingerly placed her palms in his, intuitively careful not to scare him away like a baby deer too shy for human touch, or startle him like a scorpion ready to plunge a stinger into her at any moment. She has experience with his type. She has nothing if not patience and willpower to break through to them. She has hope that one day she'll be able to fully embrace him. If she's really as lucky as everybody says, maybe she'd be able to fully-fully "embrace" him.

                ❝ I love when you tell me all about your thrilling adventures. You get such this 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒 in your eye... It's the same one you had when you first found me— the one that I saw and thought, 'Oh, there it is: my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. At last, I can see it!' ❞ 

She boldly ventures to show a little more affection while she pleads, but not enough to push him too far, just enough to remind him that he can touch her back any time he's ready. (If he's rallying her to come out of her comfort zone, maybe this is a good time to encourage him to be a little more adventurous, too.) Her fingers, ever-so-lightly cupped over his hands, gently lace themselves into the spaces between his. She's not naïve enough to believe she's going to get out of raids forever. She just wants to experience feeling truly loved and close to him, just one time, before she has to see him at his absolute nastiest.

           ❝ Oh, Peter, won't you please let me see my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 again when you fill me in later? ❞ 

( Won't you please let her be so lucky as to skip out on this? )

╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.

[bendures]

forgot to do a tag drop ..

[wyrmflight]

Tags.

[blasphemir]

tag dump.

❜ /  ⠀ IC  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   A GOOD HEAD ON HIS SHOULDERS   ―   &  𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬.

❜ /  ⠀ OUT  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   oh hell naw look at my doctor i'm going to die.

❜ /  ⠀ DASH  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   ACTING 'A LITTLE SILLY' EVENT   ―   (2355 DEAD / 47645 MISSING).

❜ /  ⠀ META  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   THE DEVELOPMENT OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS   ―   the 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 / 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 of man.

❜ /  ⠀ PSYCHE  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   a human is nothing more than a machine .

❜ /  ⠀ CRACK  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   the name's practice...   MAL PRACTICE.

❜ /  ⠀ AES  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   I DON'T NEED GOD   ―    because i'm 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

❜ /  ⠀ ANS  ⠀ ﹕ UNIMPORTANT FILES are sorted to pile five.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ AUDIO.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ SAVED   ―  ⠀   ⠀   progress report.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ ASKMEME.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ REF   ―  ⠀   ⠀   research 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ...

( 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂. / vis. )

( 𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒. / vis. )

( 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. / vis. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. )

( 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍. )

( 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. )

( 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐄. )

( 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄. )

[gothamsaved]

` ＊ PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL.

To keep this as short as I can — as someone with bad anxiety but a stronger want to start poking Mutuals more, I figured putting something like this out there helps a ton to know who is alright with me being a friendly pest. It’s meant to reassure me people are alright with me kicking their doors in with my muses.

` ＊ INTERACTING WITH THIS POST LETS ME KNOW YOU’RE OKAY WITH THE FOLLOWING …

↳ You’re alright with me sending you *Askmemes as soon as I see they’ve been reblogged along with sending the occasional *Unprompted Ask or *Surprise Short Starter. Sometimes they’ll just be Bruce commenting on ongoing threads — think dash-commentary style. Others are just *IC / OOC Questions. Basically this just gives me permission to be a menace to your inbox without feeling guilty.

↳ You’re alright with me replying to any *Open Starters I spot, even if we already have one or more threads ongoing. Just a heads up I will aim to keep these short since they’re usually spontaneous threads done for fun. If they happen to get longer? I’m here for it!

↳ You’re alright with me tagging you in *Dashgames when I do come across them. Along with tag you in *Musings, Aesthetics &&. *Muse Song Posts if they remind me of your muse &&. our interactions.

↳ Piggy backing off the last point, there are no promises made, but if it’s alright that I make the occasional *Edit through *Gifsets of your muse or our muses dynamic, *Aesthetic Edit Posts or *Web Weavings. Even the occasional *Drawing / Doodle. Chances are, if I’m inspired or invested enough &&. have the time to spare, I do enjoy doing these for close Mutuals!

↳ You’re alright with me making *Headcanon Posts as our muses dynamics develop through ongoing interactions. This is a recent thing I’m trying to start doing more of, where I make headcanon *Directories for muses on my end to better keep track &&. document HC’s. I heavily value developing bonds between me &&. my writing partners muses so if it is alright with Mutuals that their muse is *mentioned in posts like this?

Please let me know in a comment or DMs! Usually I will ask permission to write these out beforehand.

↳ You’re alright with me giving you my *Discord so we can talk more OOC to chat or to discuss ideas &&. our current threads / plot possible future ones. I struggle with this, but I would really love to discuss headcanons more when they crop up, along with just getting more used to screeching to partners about how much I loved recent replies. Just a warning is I am a little shy &&. my social battery can vary between extra outgoing to having no energy to respond back, so as long as that’s alright! I am making grabby hands!

＊ Please note that interacting with this post also gives you permission to do any of these things right back. If you want me to do only some of these things but not others, please, feel free to comment in the notes or let me know in private.

↳ Lastly, if you have yet to fill out my *Interest Tracker — I highly urge you to so I know how best to approach you in the future along with what dynamics you’re interested in pursuing! It’s not mandatory but it helps so so much.

The purpose of this post is simply meant to reassure that there is a shared interest in interacting more in the future, mainly for my own anxiety since I do struggle a lot with pushing myself to poke new folks without feeling like I’m being a bit of a bother. It’s usually why I rely heavily on starter calls &&. inbox calls so I have that known permission to toss my muses people’s way.

[lunarblue21]

For the “Behind the Scenes Writing Ask Game”: 😭, ❗️, and ✏️.

Thank you for the ask! :) Askmeme found here, for reference.

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?" In all honesty, keeping all the info - and various documents for that info - straight, since I have outline documents, OC character description/plot doc, as well as documents simply for retaining "Scraps" (either cut or deleted scenes/sentences to reuse later), so it's a lot to keep track of. My longfics tend towards being plotty, too, so it's helpful having an outline to make sure all plot threads are consistent and that there aren't any plot holes. ❗"how many WIPs do you have?"

Right now, just the one - Cruel Intentions. I do have various other half-completed one-shots, but they're not WIPs at the moment, however. Cruel Intentions (or CI bk 1) is, and it deserves all my major focus since it's a story/longfic I've been steadfastly planning since 2009. ✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

Cruel Intentions, my Ice Age Diego & Manny & Peaches family circle longfic is about exploring the family dynamics in the Ice Age herd, namely those btwn Manny, Diego, and Peaches. Peaches looks up to and admires Diego greatly, and sees him as a "second father" to her, and - a la her mother, Ellie - she wants to be "part tiger" becos the two are close becos of the circumstances of her birth in Dinotopia. But such mixed-species herds/families are looked down upon in the Bredelands, where the herd lives, making their situation precarious, and ghosts from the past can still find ways to haunt, especially since Diego & Manny find themselves caught in the crosshairs of revenge...

[standbowed]

@findsfortune said: or “ why think about boys when you could be thinking about really important issues ?? ” whichever you prefer 🫡

various animal crossing sentence starters // accepting.

One day, she'd like for the woman to see her with her best foot forward--it feels like thus far, Dolly has only seen Hachi making a fool of herself (like today, spilling the contents of her shopping bag in line and fumbling to pull everything back together before it's her turn to pay--under the snickers and jeers of boys she faintly recognizes from school--yikes, the derision of high school guys is pretty high up there on the humiliation meter, huh!) or returning from having recently made a fool of herself elsewhere (like that time in the cafe coming back from her hometown--had she cried? She's pretty sure she'd at least welled up--yikes, that's pretty high up there, too!).

Still, Dolly's words are worth taking in despite Hachi's own shortcomings; she isn't sure whether the woman just has a natural, charismatic sort of authority about her, or if this impression has been formed over frequent listens to her radio show. Either way, Hachi figures if Dolly talks, she ought to listen. It's free advice from a seasoned professional, after all! And she'd never have the nerve to call into Dolly's radio show proper to get it--not that she'd have a reason to, given her total lack of a romantic life outside of the occasional idle fantasy. That's fine, though; radio shows need listeners, too, not just callers, right? Right.

"A--hh, you're right, of course you're right, Dolly-san…" she mumbles, head bobbing earnestly in the wake of this pearl of wisdom, hands fidgeting idly (a pull on the hem of her own sweater here, a flick to one of the charms hanging off her bag there). Her brows furrow in thought, then she ducks her head and laughs a little sheepishly, rifling a hand through her hair. "Although… I think one of my biggest problems has always been figuring out what issues are important, and what stuff isn't really that big of a deal, haha… Have you ever had trouble with that sort of thing…?"

She feels silly just asking it (Dolly always seems to bright and self-assured, so leading-lady-like, though Hachi is sure she has her own problems, of course), but on some level she knows her own perspective on things is… pretty skewed. Her brain tends to spin minor flubs into major embarrassments in vivid, surround-sound detail; it's hard to figure out when the instinct towards mortification is reasonable, and when it's a total overreaction. Maybe Dolly knows of some way to make it easier to tell what's worth paying attention to and what isn't.

[perfectionistspun]

@rzrbite said: ❛  i suppose you think you’re brave, don’t you ?  ❜ u think ur that girl???

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. // accepting.

"What I think is that I'm prepared to do what must be done to fulfill my goals," Halland says in a clipped tone with forced cool--because that is the more accurate truth of things as she sees it. Halland does not think herself brave anymore--has not since that day in the foundation labs when she stumbled upon Mac looming over Dr. DuranDuran's crumpled body, struck hesitant by a foolish sentimentality over a relationship that was all artifice, despite the evidence before her very eyes. A brave woman would not have faltered so, would have struck first and fast rather than attempt to reason with a lost cause (as her mentor lay bleeding beneath her trembling hands--time ticking down--all her fault--foolish). She would have struck at him head-on with an unyielding hand, if only she were brave.

So Halland does not think herself as such, but she knows in its absence there is a dogged persistence, forged by grief and sharpened by vendetta, which might work just as well. A frightened dog can still dig its claws into flesh and bite hard enough to crack bone, after all, and beneath the veneer of her even keel that is the sort of beast she considers herself now. Halland keeps her hard eyes on the horizon, but her ears strain for the minutest shift in the sands, the faintest whistle of disturbed wind.

"…To believe you know my character so intimately to comment on it like that, you must have been studying me quite intently, mademoiselle." Halland measures out these syllables with the patience one might use for a child but not half so gentle, tone laced instead with an understated, haughty sort of mirth in its absence. Amber eyes narrow, then flicker to the side--skirting the outer edge of sly. "I wonder... Should I be flattered by your attention, or disappointed by its yield?"

[suturcd]

@66yfze said: “Where did you get that scar?” weirdo mind ur own business challenge, impossible

Questioning Minds meme // accepting.

Fran's fork pauses in the air, parted mouth pressing into a thin, neutral line at Melone's question. It's the first time my mask has been off around him, so the other ones caught his eye, huh… this troublesome person… Well, it's not like the scars are a strict secret, given how visible the one curving from forehead to under-eye usually is, but it's not as if she likes to flaunt the rest that can be more easily obscured, either. They're not like the hard-earned battle scars that the meatheads in the lower ranks like to boast about (though half the time, those guys are embellishing the manner in which they got them anyways), just a mark of survival where she well and should have died--for better or worse.

She levels him with a blank look and tamps down on the urge to rub the scars at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicker, burrowing into the wall beyond his shoulder. People don't tend to ask her about the scars--not in so many words, at least, though if she's being honest she finds the wordless asks all the more irksome by virtue of how much better they think they are for just staring and not daring to ask like Melone. Well, regardless, he's asked a direct question so he'll get a direct answer, but...

"…In an alleyway," Fran replies, lifting her fork the last inch to take a bite of her meal, chewing slow and deliberate as she lets her very literal interpretation of his question settle between them. If he wants an answer to the question he's really asking, well... he'll have to be more specific.

[scribefindegil]

23 for the writing ask!

(from this askmeme)

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

There's a chasm running through our bed. That's one of those things that sounds like a metaphor, but it isn't; we got a big memory foam mattress-topper second-hand when our friends upgraded to a King and it eventually hit the point where it split almost entirely in a long, jagged line down the middle. Things disappear into it: phones, mail, pens, blankets. Nate, sometimes. We keep saying we'll get rid of it, but that's a Task and I'm cursed and Nate's beset with demons so for now we're just living with a bed that has a canyon in it. My side is still pretty comfortable; the chasm runs at an angle so the only part of me that I have to worry about falling into it is my left foot. It feels like I'm a seal on a very squishy, fragmented ice floe.

We finally got some friends to help paint the walls last summer, and the previous tenants had hung a canopy from the ceiling so I used their hooks to drape some string lights over the bed. The walls are painted with pine trees, blue on blue, and the lights are like stars, casting little pools of brightness onto the scalloped ceiling. The selkie cape my friend bought for me hangs on the closet door, and I curl up under a blanket bedecked with marginalia creatures.

You have to try to make your life a little bit magical, I think. I've been shut up in this room for going on nine months, and it would be easy for it to feel like a prison. Sometimes it still does. But we put the forest I can't visit on the walls and the stars I can't see on the ceiling, and I think about how people I love are responsible for every brushstroke of those painted trees, and most of the time that's enough.

[livedtoserve]

6/02 Patch Notes

Following the crowd, this is primarily addressing things my mun/rules page is lacking in.

Updated Mun page for Flora, Yuzu, and Citrinne.

Here are the specific details that have been added:

I welcome asks of all kinds to my blog, from normal askmeme/prompts to anything else in-character! Honestly even if a prompt is marked as "no longer accepting," I will likely be fine considering it for later use.

Any ic ask/prompt that is not labeled as AU will be considered TOA canon. I will usually ask if an asker is fine making a prompt AU-only before posting it in the first place.

Shipping rules/preferences [specific per muse]

TOABall2024 tags added to all muses' Taglist pages.

The general tag is on there, along with any interaction that can (or possibly will) count toward class mastery.

Increased the ending lag of Yuzu's sword swings by approximately 1/20th of a second.

Sorry if her animation looked too janky before.

[dramatisperscnae]

‘  are  you  an  orphan  ?  it’s  just  that  they’re  always  finding  themselves  in  magical  predicaments.  ’ - Q to Loki 👀

[Some Askmeme Somewhere || accepting]

That got a bit of a puzzled look from the young Jotun. Technically he supposed his parents might be out there somewhere on the ice plains, but they'd cast him out before he could even remember their faces so did they really count? Finally he just shrugs. "Quite possibly. I'm not actually sure."