#learningtodie

[himbohotel]

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❛ You think this is easy? I make it look easy. Nobody else can do what I can do. No.Bo.Dy. ❜

[spellsniper]

55. What do you like to do as you reply to threads? Listen to music? Have TV on? Complete silence? Dark room? etc.

QUESTIONS ABOUT ROLEPLAYING

It's super hard for me to write with a show playing or something so I do need to put headphones in to focus. Music, usually, is best. Must smell good too lmfao so I light candles.

Music is the key though, I like to set the mood for myself as if I am working on a score for a film or something.

[iinmortales]

he was in the bath. he could tell at least that much. of all the perks of being loved by jack alston, lord hawthowrn, the baths really ranked fairly high up. but this wasn't a bath he was really enjoying. he'd gotten into the warm water fully clothed, feeling like he was in a trance. it was....a bad day. he looked down at his hand and saw red, saw morris' blood staining the skin. maybe the bath water would help had been his thought. so he'd gotten in and scrubbed at his hands. he was staring at them now, scrubbed raw and red, when a hand landed on his shoulder. he flinced, bath water splashing out as he tried to get away from, '--jack. ' it was jack. not morris. not the ghost of the man he'd killed. ' sorry. i meant to be out when you got back. '

@learningtodie

[saturnmused]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 // @learningtodie asked: ' who was that, anyway? '

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, ❞ the dream lord says offhandedly, for they don't yet register the 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 in hob's voice, the way he sounds different when he asks the question. dream is instead occupied at staring after the person who'd left, features remaining impassive as mind runs leaps & bounds. it isn't fair to hob to be staring off after ex-lover -- but then dream isn't used to giving 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 to such actions, & they assume it won't bother hob until he actively gives them a reason to think otherwise. his question is subtle enough that it flies under their radar, & their gaze finally tracks back other's way, brows raising at the expression on hob's face. it isn't one that they've seen 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, or at all, really. never had the reason or the occasion to. not until now, at least. ❝ why does it matter to you ? ❞ she hasn't entertained their thoughts in literal ages. such a concern seems trivial to them.

[onlyathief]

❝ He only threatened to behead me twice. ❞ // from briar

"tch, you lucky thing. i got it four times an' a swing!"

these steel watch contraptions were a real piece of work. how they were actually controlled was still a mystery, the spellwork intricate enough to baffle even their resident wizard companion who knew so much about magic that he could probably shit out whole tomes on the stuff.

"but he was too slow. or she. they? hell if i know. anyhow y'aight, mon ami?"

[eritvita]

MUSE’S HANDWRITING ! pick a font that resembles your muse’s handwriting.

Centurion & DeiGratia, respectfully. The latter is how Roland writes in his notebook, on scattered parchments for poetry and sonnets, and the former is where he shows off in high-ranking positions and placements with a flourish of a feathery signature.

tagged by : @drachnslayer !

tagging : @petitsdieu, @intothewildsea + @nightsongs, @thedasguarded (to whomever!), & @learningtodie (for everyone 💖) !

[tewwor]

💻 ― excellent writing 🌼 ― creative headcanons 🎙️ ― great to talk to 📚 ― nice threads to read 🎀 ― all-around kind person 🥇 ― well-developed oc 📌 ― a staple on the dash 🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

shout-out of awesomeness ( always accepting ) — @puckish-rogue

💻 ― excellent writing

@gluttons : 'scuse me, i know we just started to interact ( sweats from afar & away from jie's blog ), but when i was lurking and peeking at your writing before following .... when i say SHOOWEE, i MEAN IT.

🌼 ― creative headcanons

@goldcnpeaks : the actual way i go bonkers crazy whenever i see you drop another bit of jovie lore .... quite literally frothing at the mouth and i have to shove all 18316510615 of her suiters back before they trample me. you have such an intensively creative mind and i need to dig my grubby hands into golden peaks lore.

🎙️ ― great to talk to

@harerazor : bitche ... im KIDDING ( squinting at you whenever you pull a hurst on me out of nowhere ). anyways. idk if i ever said it before but i do love to yap with you. yapper duo over here while getting slapped around by monsties and now sanriofied HHWOGAWGHAWIHG. im keeping this short because i can also surprise endless scroll you out the exit.

📚 ― nice threads to read

@learningtodie : nice? great threads to read ( don't mind me gazing from afar ). also a wombo combo of how unique and outstanding your ocs are? please. i have lil' fan flags over here and i'm excited to interact more!

🎀 ― all-around kind person

@interxstitial : also squinting at you because of the angst and willingness to shove juni is Bad Situations ( i'm biased and a baby ). BUT THAT ASIDE you are genuinely one of the nicest folks i've come around AND FUNNY??? YOU'RE SO FUNNY. got me running for my clown nose fr

🥇 ― well-developed oc

@killerhubby : hiiiiiiiiiii don't mind me twirling my hair ( and jie's short ass hair while he bites tf out of me ). this obviously goes to jaehwa & ryu too, but the sheer detail and depth you have for all of them ...... always eating it all up. hello? love seeing them & you on my dash always :')

📌 ― a staple on the dash

@belayadeaths : it's true. it's simply the truth. i might not know what goes on in the mar.vel / dc world but it's like opening tunglr.com and seeing the daily paper <3 im also keeping this short or else we'll all be here for an eternity fr but just know that i adore you and bi so so so so SO much

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@flybcll : had me at first 'hey what if i threw half of my roster at you and we both start to pick and plot non-sense with all of them but at our own tired and slow pace?'. now look at us. look at what happened with kai and genki ( start barking kai HHHWIOGHAIWOG ). i cannot recommend dally's beautiful oc enough because you also get so much humor and beautiful writing and tasty plots.

[spellsniper]

3. What’s something you like about how you write?

QUESTIONS ABOUT ROLEPLAYING

HMM. I think I enjoy when I find a voice ringing through, found in the dialogue mostly. This is especially true for canon muses because I like giving them fresh things to say and do but if you can hear them in that ... oof, i have done it!

Also!! I like when my responses feel alive and like breathing poetry.

[iinmortales]

he was old, ancient, and so very very tired. though he had only just been woken from his slumber, it felt like he hadn't rested in a thousand years. and now he could not even determine if he was in the company of friend or foe. ' i will protect baldur's gate, as i swore to do, but not an ally of balduran. '

@learningtodie has met ansur

[saturnmused]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

it feels like home.

you're the kind of person that makes people feel safe. you probably couldn't be intimidating if you tried, but that doesn't matter. what matters is your kindness and compassion, your innate way of making people feel happy. you're so good at taking care of everybody else, but don't forget to take care of yourself, too! you deserve the same love you give so freely.

TAGGED BY: @spiritcrown <3 ty! TAGGING: @endlcssdesiire, @byteing (silver), @screwhope, @learningtodie (hob), @sxrgeant, @matryochka, @winterbeheaded, @maestrojax, @starlyht (whomever you'd like), @redzarya, @bringslife, @shdwtouch, @alurlssrinbled, & anyone else who'd like to do this.

[ofmaddogs]

-- He's floating. Both in sheer relief and utter shock. He-- he's found some. Finally.

Hope.

"No, no, not a death ritual." His voice comes out slightly thin as he focuses on what the man is leading him. End of day. It's not in his hands yet. Don't celebrate early, tamp down that hope. He grits his jaw and flexes his fingers, trying to settle himself a bit. Things change in an instant, don't they?

But it's visible, the way he relaxes and the tension loosens his spine. The way his fingers reverently trace the name of his most sacred artefact, in a slightly smudged typeface from some old computer. Just another line item.

Genuine, real magic. As if there was fake magic? Or, moreover, it feels strange calling it magic at all. It's simply the way the mountain works, most often just called a curse for good or ill. Magic. It's a funny way to word it. Magic, sounds hopeful and childish and almost silly.

But, he's not about to say that to the man standing between him and his family's salvation. Let him have his magic.

Jack looks the man in the eyes after he's set the kettle on. A stiff nod. The Hope unlocks his heart, makes him far more willing to overshare.

"My people use it as a healing ritual. One of my family is sick. We have some growing native on our property but, it was... developed. We lost a lot of it." Jack swallows his hatred of the Washingtons for the moment. Takes the offered cup of tea with thanks.

The man has questions. It's that same quizzical look Jack feels himself get when he's working in the Sanitarium, studying the prey he's captured there.

There's this thrumming of tension in his veins since he first left the mountain, since he last kissed Hawk's forehead and Sarah pressed the burner phone in his hands. It's swayed away in an instant. Still there, still will be there until it's in his hands. But, god, he can breathe. It's a deep and shuttering breath as he blows on the tea, shifts his weight restlessly. Trying not to pace. A life of "a lot can happen very quickly on this mountain" keeps him from truly settling in but it's more relaxed than he's been in months.

There's even a smile, a spark in his eyes. Hope, hope feels good. It's terrifying, terrible, but it feels nice. This overwhelming flame in his chest: so much for tamping down the spark.

"Nothing to do but chat while I wait, I guess." He shrugged, a sly grin on his face. "Shoot." He raises the mug in a small toast, ask your questions.

-- THE MAGIC BOX. Jack parked the old rustbucket in front of the quaint little magic shop. Ducked inside, the familiar smell of incense, the dim lights and books scattered about.

How many of these had he been inside these past few months? The desperation was wearing on him. It's a tired, almost automatic question. It's obvious the man has been searching forever for one particular thing and is all too ready to turn heel when the answer is no, once again.

A row of herbs on the wall in glass jars. An older man with glasses sets down a book. Ah, that pang in Jack's chest thinking of Lisa always reading at the Stockton Deli and Gas.

Huh. There's Roman Maidenhair here, and Fletcherrose. Those aren't just rare, they're old. There's a spark of hope in the old hunter's chest, his shoulders sag as he exhales slowly.

"I'm looking for something for a ritual. It's, a type of Pacific yew but with white berries. Masonii. Do you have any?"

// @learningtodie

[onlyathief]

❝ Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. ❞ // from gale!

"well... yeah.. dat be how d'sun works an' shit," the fuck is this fella talkin' bout?

remy is staring at gale like the wizard is some kinda exhibit at one of them fancy museums. or like maybe gale grew a second head. mostly he just looks confused as fuck.

[heartsbreaking]

choose a font that most closely resembles your muse's handwriting from here, and write their name!

like this...but much more squished together!

tagged by: @counterpoiise

tagging : @precariousfates (both twins i wanna see the differences between their handwriting), @kidfrommodesto , @learningtodie + VIEWERS LIKE YOU!

[dreadofred]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆! Aesthetics!

Font: Pantherdam Signature

Lore Fact: I love the head canon that Jason was so invested into the era of Pride & Prejudice, that he was adamant about learning Calligraphy and started to slowly adapt this in his hand writing. I also love the idea that he might be shy about it, only writing letters to those he trusts or cares about. Unlike everything else, he writes with patience and it shows.

Tag by: @dementedspeedster!

Tag: @goldentemplariumcrow, @blckfckinmsk, @fa1lsoldier, @learningtodie. @vigilanthe

[himbohotel]

He doesn't know what to expect when Eliot bustles in. Like, at his core, he knows Eliot isn't going to punch him or-or put his hands on him...even if the hitter had threatened to do so multiple times before. The hacker knows that like a Ryzen 9000 motherboard--inside and out. Still, he can't help the instinctive stiffening up when Eliot steps into his office.

With a limp.

Aw, man. Well, here he is, feeling like the heeliest of heels. Alec deflates. Yeah, he's still pissed off and hurt about the whole damn thing, but he's not that damned heartless, okay? ❛ Eliot. ❜ He rubs at his beard, blowing out a breath. Without the buffer of Sophie, who has insight to the human psyche that Hardison wishes he had, or Nate--whose jackassery could rally them like nothing else, all he has is him. And he has to be enough for all of them. Communication is key and whatnot.

❛ Where are you goin'? C'mere, man. ❜ They got to clear the air sooner rather than later, and more than that, he's not about to let Eliot shuffle out of here like a kicked dog. With a small flex of his abs, he sits up and scooches over to give the hitter enough room to sprawl. Alec's got a first aid kit somewhere around here. He might not be a natural nurse, but it's surprising how many times he can get injured creating gadgets for the team. Burns, cuts--nothing major. Nothing to write home about.

Certainly nothing in comparison to what Eliot gets up to protecting them. A wave of some sort of fondness threatens to overtake him as he pats the couch cushion next to him. ❛ Sit. We gotta hash this out before it starts to interfere with everything. You're my friend, man. An--and I hope I'm one of yours, too, y'know? I just--I feel like sometimes my skills are taken for granted, does that make sense? I know I'm farther away from the action, but I'm still a part of this team, yeah? And hearing you say that you didn't trust me made me feel all kinds of ways. I shouldn't have walked off, but I needed space before I said something more I regretted. ❜ He takes another deep breath, feeling like he's just rambling right now. ❛ How long have we been workin' together, man? ❜

If Eliot noticed the gap between his knocking and Hardison telling him to come in, he didn't draw attention to it. Some things were not for him. Especially when it came to Hardison. Eliot was discovering that more and more.

Their worlds were very different. Completely different, actually. And they complimented each other. But sometimes Eliot felt like they were talking past each other, working past each other, rather than working together. They all were. And it was a learning curve. Eliot always thought that he worked well with other people. Or at least, he worked well in a unit. And they weren't a unit yet.

And Alec and Parker were not soldiers. Eliot was the only one that treated it like some kind of military unit, even after all this time. He could afford to remember that it's not really like that. Not with these ones. He cared about them.

So he waited until Alec invited him in. And he set the food down on his desk carefully and took a step back to give him some space. "'m sorry." A pause. "I do trust you. And I appreciate all the shit you do for us that we don't even see most of the time." All the aliases, the money, the costumes. Hardison had his hands in things that none of them really acknowledged at the best of times.

That wasn't right either.

"'ve been lookin' at it all wrong and 'm sorry." And that was all he wanted to say. Eliot wiped his hands on his towel and moved to limp back towards the door and leave him to his dinner. That was the least he could do to try and. Make up for being an asshole.

[ofmaddogs]

Make one!! They're CUTE!!!!!

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2116305

tagging: @wildfiregold, @acidcorrodes, @shrimpella21, @learningtodie

Tag me if you make one :3c