#ic askmemes.

[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?

[bendures]

forgot to do a tag drop ..

[wyrmflight]

Tags.

[desireeh]

Promos, eventos, plot drop e dinâmicas.

Resumo: Nesse material você verá sobre os cargos de uma moderação, o envio de ads na tag, como decidir o evento de abertura e os plot drops.

Agora que você já fez tudo o que precisava para a parte mais visual da Central, vamos divulgar a central.

Você pode optar por mandar promos/ads simples para as tags com gifs e um resumo sobre o plot principal, ou pode montar algo mais elaborado, com graphics, textos e tudo o mais. Isso vai depender de como você prefere ou se sente mais confortável.

As tags são: rp br, rpbr, rpg br, rpg brasil, krp br, krpbr.

A abertura da Central também fica à sua escolha, como você pretende que tenha a quantidade de players ou fichas aceitas. Só tome cuidado para não se perder no momento das reservas. Nessas horas, é bom ter alguém para dar um apoio enquanto você anota as informações.

Com a inauguração do RPG e abertura para IC, sugiro que você crie um evento que obrigue todos os chars a estarem no mesmo lugar. Você pode fazer alguma festa, por exemplo, ou inauguração, premiação, shows, enfim... Algo que tenha como os personagens se juntarem em um lugar só. Também não se esqueça de incluir locais e atividades que os players podem explorar melhor.

Para manter o RPG ativo e que os players engajem no Plot Principal, inclua também alguns plot drops que tenham ligação com o plot central. Atos que vão chocar os players, informações que eles precisam saber em IC. Aqui, você pode optar por não deixar muito escancarado e incentivar os players à investigarem lugares e eventos, mas tome cuidado, não se apegue tanto porquê pode ocorrer dos players não estarem afim de investigar.

Por fim, você pode criar dinâmicas para ajudar os players à interagir e se aprofundar nos personagens. Tasks relacionadas ao desenvolvimento que tragam insumos para o plot, por exemplo, é uma boa. Adoro askmeme, mas sugiro aqui que deixe para momentos mais tranquilos do RPG, já que muitos players podem não gostar muito por não receberem muitas asks.

E esse foi o nosso guia para moderação. Sei que ele é um pouco genérico, mas o fiz mais como apoio para quem nunca moderou e tem desejo de fazê-lo. Se houver alguma dúvida ou que você precise de um apoio/sugestão, meu chat permanece aberto para auxílio e leitura.

Também os convido para um projeto que estou trabalhando desde de novembro e que consegui tirar do papel. Nesse link você poderá acompanhar as promos do RPG Supernova, mas acredito que você também o verá na tag.

Espero ter ajudado,

Para rever todas as informações desse guia, clique na tag guia para moderação.

[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...

[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."

[bitterlimoncello]

@strawberryrots​ said: you're drinking my juice out of the bottle?

     "I'm drinking my juice out of the bottle," Limoncello quips back promptly, voice partially muffled from the half-finished bottle at her lips. She lowers it with an easygoing tip of the head and a breezy smile--too pleasant to not be a taunt of some sort. "Dunno where yours went." A lie. "But hey, tap water's free if you can't crack the case, Encyclopedia Brown.”

[suturcd]

@determinazione said: “what kind of weapon is it?”

the millennium series by stieg larsson // accepting.

"Less of a what, more of a whom," Fran murmurs, and gestures for Giorno to examine the contents of the coroner's report placed before him--the most recent of three victims tied to Passione whose inflicted injuries share an unnervingly similar methodology. She produces an updated photo from the crook of her arm and slides it across the desk for his reference, as well.

"Compare photograph F of the laceration to the popiliteal fossa seen in the report to the one taken today. Sister Morphine was utilized on this injury postmortem in order to test a suspicion of mine." Fran braces one hand on the desk for balance as she leans forward, gesturing over the injury in the photo from the initial autopsy with her other one. "For my stand, knitting a relatively uncomplicated laceration such as this on a deceased recipient should have been seamless. But you can see that this isn't the case. It was healed, certainly, but note the visible scarring left behind despite the lack of discernible complexity to the chosen injury."

Fran straightens up, folding her hands neatly behind her back, her mouth pressing into a tight and solemn line behind her mask.

"Living or deceased, sentient or inanimate, my stand's entire purpose is to mend. However, its use has one indicator--or lackthereof--which can confirm something for us that a standard autopsy report cannot." A gloved hand thumbs briefly, absentmindedly over the scarring that curves under her left eye, before she thinks better of it and drops it to the desk She taps an index finger there once, twice, three times. In a low voice, she continues: "…Injuries inflicted by a stand that are healed by Sister Morphine... will scar."

[stitchfaced]

@myentropy​ asked: have you ever considered the amount of plagiarism that occurs in regards to posting recipes online? do you know what the difference is between sweet luanne and frank’ s meatball recipe? 1/4 teaspoon of parsley.

      "They can’t keep getting away with this," Fran says darkly, peering around Fugo's shoulder to glower at the recipe blog open on his phone. "...All that time put into typing up longwinded personal anecdotes only tangentially related to the recipe but not a moment spent on any true innovation. Despicable.”

[unobtrusivelibero]

@grxndking​​​ asked: “I’ll buy you coffee if you hold my hand for five minutes.”

fake relationship starters // accepting.

     Hearing the word ‘hand’ before anything else has Mio flipping her palm face-up on sheer muscle memory--errand-runner instinct. She figures it’s keys, loose change--something like that. “Ah--there’s no need to treat me to anything. You just need me to hold...” Once the rest of his words trickle into her sluggish brain and she realizes it’s his hand he’s asking her to hold, her face (predictably) shifts into one of bewildered surprise, face paling then flushing in rapid succession. “...Huh?”

     “Your hand?!” Her open palm twitches between them, but she can’t draw it back now. She's unable to puzzle out why he’s asking for this of all things, but he does look a little troubled by something, maybe?  “I--really don’t understand why, Oikawa-san, but it seems like this is time-sensitive, so that’s fine! If you think it’ll help, I will--hold your hand with everything I’ve got...!”

     With everything I’ve got?! What kind of advanced hand-holding is thaaat?!

[courtscaptor]

@conseille​ asked: 💖

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours. // accepting.

     “Yerin is the cutest girl in the universe!!” Strap in ladies this is gonna be a long one. “She’s got so many cute points! Where do I start, aaaaargh...!! Okay! The way her face kinda pinches up when she’s concentrating really hard on moulding riceballs into cat shapes and stuff, or figuring out a display for the store is cute! The way she ducks loose strands of hair behind her ear when her hair’s up is so charming! When she does that little sheepish giggle it really hits me right here!” She claps a hand loudly over her heart, doubling over dramatically for a moment before straightening up again and resuming. “Hmmmm--one time I caught her doing this little shoulder-shimmy while humming when the shop was empty and it was adorable!! Oh,  but I think maybe she was a little embarrassed when I caught her doing that--strike that from the record!”

     “Anyway, her eyes are soooo warm and dark and pretty, especially when they’re all lit up ‘cause she’s really enthusiastic about something! That’s the best! I love seeing her get excited about stuff, even those times where I don’t really know what it’s about! Oh, and it’s really cute seeing her when she’s with her family, too! Yerin’s Yerin no matter what, but  there’s something really special about seeing how she interacts with them, too!”

     “And she always gives me good advice without making me feel dumb and her hugs are so soft and comfy, and aaaaagh!! She’s really so cute! The cutest!!”

[clutch-of-cybertron]

Optics?

Parts Asks

Optics - Talk about your earliest memory of the war.

Ooof... My earliest memory of the war was hearing my sire, Ratchet, grumble about it.

After that, it was walking up to enlist alongside my twin Stargazer, and best friend, Bumblebee.

Stargazer and I enlisted to try out for Spec Ops. Bumblebee enlisted as a Scout.

After that, I remember praying to Primus that I would get to see them again online when the war ended.

[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.