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[ervaurempromo]

ERVAUREM or telling the dawn of the heart feat. teruaki gero & shiori ureshino from marriage toxin / momo ayase from dandadan / medicine seller from mononoke (↺ or ♥ if interested.)

disclaimer: this is NOT the blog to follow! it's @ervaurem

[firestorm09890]

put my fuckin guy in the combination persona 4 dungeon twewy plot dnd roleplay thing and it's awesome. mandatory persona 4 glasses made him pull his hair out of his face and it is regrettably very cute. he's trying so hard to keep the party from going off the rails. he's on the verge of sensory meltdown himself. he's a genius whose input is valuable. he's projecting and probably shouldn’t be here. he's so cool. he's visibly uncomfortable being around everyone else. he cast the level 3 spell Fear on a Shark Noise. yeah the one from week 1 day 4 that killed Rhyme. it didn't kill Rhyme this time, heh [puts on my sunglasses

[lightspiritratona]

miscellaneous doodles and dippy doos !

i should really start posting on tumblr more often ...

[nonamedrk]

The Exile's Blaze pt. 1

::Summary:: Ysolie has spent months in exile from the clan and finally someone has come to retrieve them. News about their grandmother's impending death follows. ::Content Warning:: Family drama, Violence, blood, horror, bad parents, sadness... Thanks for reading!!! 💙 [<- Previous: Writing Prompt - Fulsome]

He shivered in the midst of another lovely Coerthas day, “Can we at th’ least speak inside?”

“No. Sawbones needs beauty sleep,” responded Ysolie dryly. They started walking and expected him to follow, not sparing a glance over their shoulder to check. His boots crunched over the snow after the briefest hesitation as he, no doubt, practically drug his feet with reluctance, a thought that made Ysolie’s blood boil.

How dare he be the reluctant one when Ysolie was the one who didn’t want to talk in the first place? A sharp hiss of disgust left Ysolie as, around the corner of the building and to the back, the two walked. Forgotten for decades but somewhat restored by Ysolie, there stood the back deck of the Inn, constructed from sturdy stone and metal, coated in layers of ice and snow.

At their gesture, the man moved toward one of two benches positioned around a fire pit, which was covered with a sturdy metal cover to keep the snow out. A dejected sigh escaped him as he settled down loudly enough for Ysolie to hear.

“Y’ain’t gotta be ‘ere. Matterfact y’can leave-”

“Little bean, please,” sighed Derrisenois, “No need t’be so…”

When his voice trailed off, Ysolie shot him a look that threatened a bloodletting, before turning away from him. Whipping a tarp up and over a protected stash of firewood, Ysolie decided to redirect their irritated energy toward tossing said wood toward the fire pit.

“Cranky,” finished their father finally, as he watched the first quarter log split from the force of its landing. “Sleep well? Ya always get like this without sleep, eh?”

An inability to speak was inherent in just how hard Ysolie was grinding their teeth at that moment. While they wanted to get right down to business— to demand an explanation for why Derrisenois was here, now, of all times— certain practices needed to be observed.

Tradition and duty kept Ysolie from screaming as they chucked more wood and a mild bit of tension was resolved as they heard the scrape of metal across stone— the sure sign that Derrisenois had removed the cover from the fire pit. At least he was helping prior to irrevocably harming— as Ysolie assumed he was here to do.

Together in silence they built the fire, with Derrisenois having come prepared with dried aromatic mushrooms for it. As was customary he added them to the tinder— the blaze burned blue and became sweetly scented as a result of their burning. Ysolie sat next to their father with as much space as they could make between them on the bench.

In their shared native tongue, carried over glaciers tall and tunnels deep, the likes of which where once lively, dark and warm, with a people now displaced, Derrisenois spoke the words carried by the hands of generations of tradition, “Let shine thy eyes ‘afore the Exile’s blaze— we meet as those blessed by the Dark God, united in her Clan.”

“Fight/Survive, Battle/Be Tested,” Ysolie spoke in return.

Returning to the common tongue, Derrisenois spoke before Ysolie could take a breath, “Y’never returned m’letters— I ain’t here t’chastise. But if y’read’em it’s clear—”

“—Etienne’s dyin’. But ‘s false I say,” Ysolie growled, “She wants me f’somethin’ sles. I read that one at th' least.”

“False? Y’ain’t seen’er,” Derrisenois replied with a weight to his tone Ysolie was unfamiliar with, “Her eyes’ve gone black now. Skin’s cold past few months. She picks’er sword up one day past week n’demands t’see ya— tryna speak it, even. Scream it.”

Ysolie kept silent. Etienne was well into her late eighties and she had managed to heft a sword up— which in her prime was heavy still— and demand to see them? While trying to speak? Ysolie’s grandmother had been mute since her late teens, due to an illness common in the Homeland, so if it were true she was trying to speak then—

“Simple— ‘er mind’s gone. Ain’t unusual f’cursed eighties,” Ysolie grumbled.

“No. Ogrette’s say she’s been this way f’some time past a dream— one ‘bout Blessed Eight Gaze turned ‘pon ya,” Derrisenois informed them, looking around the fire pit briefly.

Without a word, Ysolie tilted their head at an ancient crooked rusted dulled sword, and Derrisenois took it up to prod at the burning logs. One split, sending a moment of blazing blue and competing red sparks into the silence between them.

With a certain quivering hesitancy, Derrisenois asked, “Were it true, that dream?”

Ysolie turned their eyes away from the flame then held his gaze. Mortality stared back at Ysolie, or so they saw. It was in the new wrinkles in his brow— the aged bite at his temples, that had turned even more of his hair pale since last they’d saw him. More than age, Ysolie saw worry, and a somberness that had eased its way into his typically jovial features, before those wrinkles twisted with confusion.

He leaned closer, inquiring softly, “Did ya do somethin’ t’ya eyes?”

Breaking his gaze at this point would be disrespectful, so Ysolie avoided the question, by posing another, “What more’s Ogrette say f’Etienne?”

“Methinks ya want ask f’Lafayiera's condition instead,” Derrisenois struck back in their subtle but definitely brewing argument.

Baring their teeth, Ysolie swallowed then spat back, “M’concern’s not f’her— th’Elders must’ve convened ‘bout Etienne, no?”

“Y’broke ‘er right femur, lil bean,” Derrisenois replied, “Fractured, eh? Not full break, mind. Lafayiera couldn't walk f'near two moons n' drags still."

Ysolie held their chin up a fraction and responded, as lowly and controlled as they could, “N’who’s voice were absent in th’argument leadin’ to that? Ya saw’er— she tried for m’godsdamned sword arm— ya saw’s it n’said nothin’— I meant what I said ‘bout ya then, damn it— repeat it y’self.”

Derrisenois visibly recoiled and let his eyes fall. A heavy moment of fire crackling silence was broken as he replied in a small voice, “How’s it feel t’be so right?”

Not expecting such a response, Ysolie stared at him wide eyed, as Derrisenois continued, “Ya branded me right. M’cowardice, eh? It were th’whole reason— well— why I’m ‘ere t’meet with ya and able, huh? Whole reason I were exiled t’below in m’youth but, aye, pay’s off now. Shame f'me, I hold th' bottom alone. No one else could be’ere t’talk otherwise— I’m th’weakest n’meekest o’all the clan now, seems.”

Those words hovered briefly in the cold air before he continued, voice breaking ever so slightly, “Always's have been, eh? N'ya were right. We should all be grateful t'have Blademaster like ya t'keep us well.”

He smiled despairingly as he gazed toward the fire, which was spitting red, as the last of the blue began to burn out, “Too weak t’speak when counts, I am— easy t’brush aside— ignore n’such— it’s why she wanted me, see? They says marks o’Redeemed make ya good candidate f’Bond but. No. I never believed that. Folk back then seek ya not f’any sort o’equal— no. Woman like Lafayiera had plenty equals— bonded with two before me, aye.”

Ysolie maintained their silence. Partially stunned to hear her father talk about her mother in such a manner— an honest and raw manner. He was usually honest, but never quite so deeply as he was now. The question of why didn’t quite come to Ysolie’s mind because that answer was easy— guilt.

It was written upon his face during Lafayiera’s accusations of Ysolie’s defiance of her will— and it was the same expression he was wearing now. What did come to mind was an answer to what Ysolie kept asking over and over within as she and her mother crossed blades before the elders— had Derrisenois tried to stop her?

A better and more correct turn of phrase, Ysolie realized, was could he have stopped her.

His eyes gleamed in the firelight with the welling of tears as he continued, “She needed someone that would— someone like me—well… Well… I ain’t ‘ere t’air all that out f’ya, little bean. I’m t’bring y’back t’Clan. Doin’ m’role as th’last Exile Redeemed.”

Derrisenois finally returned his gaze to Ysolie as he concluded, “Funny we’re related. Eh, kid? Me n’ you?” His eyes fell to the fire as he wiped his nose, “And m’glad ya take more after her than y’do me.”

[Next -> The Exile's Blaze pt. 2]

[xx-the-phoenix-witch-xx]

You have bandages?

yes it's an important feature of my character design that my arms look like this.

my personal theory is that it's because all my skin was burned off in a fire but then i was reborn from the ashes as a magic desert spirit like a literal phoneix

[yeongsiltownrp]

❝Ha sido un largo tiempo...❞ ━  Anuncio.

¿Nos conocemos? ¿Acaso ya nos hemos visto? Uhm, quizá es solo mi imaginación... ¿Por qué no empezamos de cero? ¡Bienvenido seas!

Di muchas vueltas en mi cabeza hasta conseguir ordenar, no sólo aquello que quería decirles sino lo que en sí estaba sintiendo y aún hoy me cuesta, me asusta un poco, no obstante, no quiero ni voy a permitir que algo que me hizo tan feliz y que me generó tantísima ilusión se vea restringido por el "qué dirán" o incluso, por inseguridades que se fueron formando a través de este tiempo de hiatus.

Es hoy, es el momento, ya no voy esperar más; Porque aunque pasaron muchas cosas y quedó demostrado, para mí en lo personal, que no siempre todo resulta como lo planeamos, en ese período en el que quizá no todo fue malo pero salir se hizo demasiado para mí, que en ningún momento Yeongsil Town dejó de ser un sueño a volver realidad. YST es un proyecto en el que, no sólo puse todo mi corazón sino mi esmero y creatividad, en el que dedique trabajo de investigación, edición, narración, aprendizaje inclusive y estar en esta instancia, confieso me llena ¡de tanta felicidad!

Por fin llegó el día en que puedo decirles esto, el día en el que puedo volver a presionar el botón de Inicio y salir de aquella Pausa a la que entramos hace casi ya tres años. Hoy anuncio que Yeongsil Town RP vuelve a su marcha, que verá la luz, que poniéndole el último de los esfuerzos, en poco tiempo dejará de ser llamado "proyecto" para ser el foro que tanto quise crear, ese que ansiaba tener para mí y para la comunidad.

Hay detalles para nada menores que no puedo dejar pasar, como el GRACIAS inmenso a esos users que nunca se fueron, que desde las sombritas y otros no tanto, me animaron y le enviaron su cariño a YST pero también, un agradecimiento aún más especial a quien en este último tramo me apoyó y dio luz en medio de, quizá demasiada oscuridad, por quien en gran medida me estoy animando a hacer esto y quien me va a acompañar en esta travesía que nos propusimos recorrer juntas, Wicked. Ya no me verán sola como admin y espero de acá en más, el rumbo que tomemos siguiendo el camino ya marcado, se cruce con el de muchos de quienes alguna vez nos visitaron y el de muchas personitas nuevas que se quieran sumar.

¡Nos vemos muy pronto con más!

☙─Dendrobium.

[psn-stalling]

Your name would have to be changed though trolls have 6 letter first names and 6 letter last names. Or the human characters have 4 letter first names and either 6 or 7 letter last names

NOOOOOOOOO I LIKE MY NAME JUST HOW IT IS IT DOESN'T NEED TO BE CHANGED-

[agent-r3ys-creations]

Hi it’s @/coastxlwaters again

This was created using sleep deprivation, Diet Coke, Dr Pepper, a pint of ice cream, a whole box of cheez its, and my will to live.

My OCs/Sonas u can mess with any way u want:

Dr Rey/Scientist Rey (Text: Scientist Rey)

Totality (Text: Totality)

Current Characters available for both asks and rps:

BloodSolar (Text: Bloodsolar)

Nexus (MY AU, Text: Nexus)

Apophis (Dark Sun’s moon, Text: Apophis)

Eclipse (Find out ys, Text: Eclipse)

Taka (Medusa Eclipse, text: Taka )

Flicker (Medusa AU Nexus, text: Flicker)

Cano (Medusa AU Dark Sun: Cano)

Vega (Medusa AU Ruin: Vega)

Current characters available for asks but not Rps:

Killcode (Still evil, Text: Killcode)

Holm (Medusa au Lunar: Holm)

[gummysunnybear]

Me and a friend used to rp a sun x moon au- cm x ys or captain moon x yandere sun- we didn't do that au got a long time in like 3 years-

[no-luck-no-hope]

— ❝ IF Y?U'V3 GOT N♪ L\CK, N0 HO℗E...

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

❝ It's... It's dark. I can barely see. If you're hearing this, God, please forgive me, Miku, forgive me everyone. But, I have truly found divinity. I have truly found what I am supposed to be in this cycle of inertia. And you, too, can become beautiful, if you just listen to me and FOCUS.

... Just let go of it all. Admire the spirals like I did. ❞

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

1T'S ALW√YS G???ING T✹ BE P!INTL3SS! ❞ —

A Mesmerizer Kasane Teto RP blog inspired by @jezterisms / @tail0rm4de3ra. Run by @gddancefloor. PFP drawn by my beloved jezterisms!

NOTE:

Kasane Teto x Hatsune Miku is considered canon for this blog. Both are adult women (Teto is 22, Miku is 23), and not teenagers. Please keep this in mind. Ship asks are encouraged. This is not canon to TCPS. Owner's timezone is GMT-7.

OOC NOTE: OOC will be tagged accordingly, and will not be in italic like Teto's speech.

RULES:

— Basic DNI Criteria.

— Suggestive asks are okay. Full-blown NSFW asks are not. (This blog is rated 16+.)

— Take your asks/responses at least somewhat seriously.

— Disturbing/horror asks are allowed, as this Teto is based on the one from The Clock Pendulum Swings.

— Be kind to the mod and others who interact with this account.

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[bonafidecatlady]

Roleplay Search

• My name is Mary. 30+

• My OTP and wanted for ship (to no one’s surprise) is: my anya x your bill; I’m very open to others. This pinterest board has some of my other favorite face claims. • Looking for partners 25+ ys old preferably. Mature content. Smut involved. • My username is bonafidecatlady on discord. Add me away and say hi. Just let me know where you found me and your blog/personal server. • I’m Brazilian, probably won’t have perfect English grammar or punctuation.

•Double ships {mumus}  (ill play a male and a female), unless ofc you’re a male only player. • I don’t do long paragraphs. I usually do two tops so it gets the topic flowing and fast to reply. I’m a Vet irl so my time is kind of limited. • My favorite things to write: crime (bike gang, con artists, stuff like that), dystopian situations, fantasy (royalty based/witches), horror (vampires and werewolves) and lore based on tv/movies (pls don’t confuse this as me wanting to reenact them).  • I enjoy adding random drama/surprises however big or small on both mine and my partner’s characters (w/ consent) • I enjoy being friends with the people I rp with, knowing just a tiny bit makes me more at ease to write as I like. • I love getting and giving excited messages, pinterests, playlists, quotes, etc and I love doing it too • I don’t mind fading to black but I like writing smut. • I like multiple plots in the same world/reality where the stories can interconnect. I also like creating “disposable/NPC” characters that make appearances just to enrich the plot.

[mean-bf777]

I want to make an among ys characters but i dont have any ideas

And anyone that want to rp again?, cuz im bored... (Short rp)

@myfishei-rp

@myfishei

@mightybeck

@kaiju-wolfdragon-the-rp

@kaiju-wolfdragon

@randomfnf-au-loverandotherstuff

@minusgangtime

@minusdariboi

@ask-hunten-and-the-slimes

@rp-with-beck

@royalheaven

@sliverthefairy

@alt-bf-household

@mimiocto

@artismeyou-45

And another thats want to join..

[nonamedrk]

The Exile's Blaze pt 2.

::Summary:: Ysolie decides to end their exile, after hearing the news that their Grandmother is dying, and that they've been arranged to marry a rival Blademaster.

::Content Warning:: Family drama, blood, violence, child abuse

Thanks for reading!!! 💙 [<- Previous: The Exile's Blaze pt. 1]

“Oh, fuck off,” Ysolie scoffed, unable to muster any other response, as their eyes filled with emotion, before they cast their gaze away.

The two stared into the fire in silence then.

For months Ysolie had been unpacking what happened during the Ritual of Justice— having to pay the blood price and their subsequent and self inflicted exile.

At the words of their father, only the image of Lafayiera’s eyes, pouring tears, mixing with Ysolie’s still steaming blood in the snow, came to them now. Fury danced with adoration in their mother's eyes— Ysolie felt sick from the aimless remorse and disgust that awakened in their stomach at the thought.

Derrisenois scooted closer as he told Ysolie, “Course that ain’t th’only reason f’comin’ back t’ya. Lafayiera’s told me not t’tell ya but I figure it’s too important t’wait til y’back in house— youse betrothed.”

Ysolie, for the second time, stared at their father wide eyed. Their mouth hung open in the icy air as they tried to grasp words with it.

“A good point were made— Melianne brought th’case afore th’Elders n’ it were brought afore th’Clan in whole. Consensus came to— th’ last two Blademasters in th’Clan must be married,” Derrisenois continued, “Sure it were taken into account how’s y’exile n’ what result of whatever ya trial might be— but Etienne had faith you’d meet trial standard. Aye, th’ case were solid n’ Melianne seemed t’have gathered lore n’storied bonds t’further sway th’ elders, especially t’make sure—ah uh— little bean y’okay?”

At this point, Ysolie was making choked rasping noises as their outrage struggled to form words.

Concern written upon Derrisenois’ face became lit with the slightest hint of amusement as he looked on in silence.

He sucked his teeth then shook his head, “Aye. Time f’growin’ up. I found no need t’refuse th’ petition. Even th’Elders say it weren’t s’common a practice outside o’war— Bondin’ off by arrangement, that is— but we’ve not much of us left— especially not Blademasters— s’ it only make sense, eh? Well. I weren’t one t’agree initially but Melianne sold a second point— ya needed more t’duty bind ya t’Clan. She’s had handful with trainin’ th’next generation see—”

“—her—” growled Ysolie.

Derrisenois tilted his head, “Huh?”

“M’gona’fuckin’KILL’ER,” Ysolie spat, getting to their feet with a stomp.

Derrisenois, ever quick with a jest, spoke before he could stop himself, "'S one way t'get outta marriage— Good t’see y’keen on comin’ back in sudden.”

And at a look that clearly communicated he had jumped to the top of Ysolie’s current queue for murder, Derrisenois looked away, then told them, “Sent th’letter s’time ago— should’ve read. Had time t’counter case— might’ve cut it off, were ya able t’petition clever enough.”

Both of them knew such a remark did nothing but add to the anger.

Derrisenois figured it needed to be said and was prepared for death.

Ysolie, on the other hand, felt nearly numb with the desire to throw him off of the very conveniently located ravine edge, which was but thirty paces away from where the two sat.

“Truth be, I’ve known where y’been f’some time— how’s else I get letters t’ya? Post is good, aye, but had t’know. In person. Found hard t’sleep not knowin’ f’months. Tracked ya down easy cause that Uncle o’yers— well. He let slip on accident,” Derrisenois shrugged, “Could’ve been sooner but I waited— Etienne’s forced m’action tho. I mean this t’say. Well. Ysolie. ‘S nice ya got a lover out here n’whatnot but they ain’t viable enough t’be a real prospect f’Bond.”

He looked up at them then with uncharacteristic sternness, “Ain’t no outsider come into Clan that way and I know’s ya ain’t leavin’ Clan f’good t’join them, eh?”

Defiantly, Ysolie shot back, “Oh? I ain’t?”

“Nah. Would’ve chucked ya trial off cliff were that true,” Derrisenois responded with a chin tilt toward the ravine he felt oddly pulled toward, “So thank me f’makin’ it not a surprise, at th’least.”

“Fucks sake,” Ysolie huffed as they sat down once more, deflated, and somewhat exhausted all of a sudden. This was their own fault, in some regard.

He was right.

Had Ysolie taken the time to read the letters this would not have been a blindside. At first all of the letters piled up on Ysolie’s desk before, one day, they tossed one nonchalantly into the hearth. It became a habit after that. Every so often a letter was glanced at but mostly thrown into the fire. They never once penned a response. Attempts had been made but after the Ritual of Justice, Ysolie had half a mind to never speak to Derrisenois or Lafayiera again.

Months of letters, which had arrived every two weeks, had become smoke, and Ysolie felt a knot in their throat that implied they may as well have swallowed that ash and ink.

Derrisenois gently placed a hand on Ysolie’s shoulder.

He was right.

He was fucking right.

And so was Melianne.

Fucking, Melianne.

“I hate her,” Ysolie mumbled.

“As Etienne hates Rejeanne— which, by th’ by, was a point Lafayiera brought up in opposition on ya behalf— sort of,” Derrisenois responded.

Ysolie tensed, “Why would she do that?” Of all the people to defend Ysolie, Lafayiera was not expected to be at the top of the list.

“Mutual hate f’both o’yas, methinks. She bought it forth that Rejeanne is, by third bond t’Etienne, y’gran— o’course, the whole Clan made debate ‘bout it f’near a tenday. Th’lack o’common blood between y’both and, again, th’fact ya both’s th’only two Blademasters left…”

“—I get it I get it,” Ysolie groaned, burying their face in their palms.

Derrisenois, for his own amusement, continued, “Etienne n’ Rejeanne never had any blood-children, see? Plus, th’family web’s complex as it were already, due to Taumame and Alpert’s lines bein’ involved— and technically mine by Ogrette’s complex— her Bonds needed a good sortin’ through as well…” Derrisenois trailed off briefly before shrugging, “It’s why Clan keeps s’many records t’be sure. Why s’many were memorized n’copied from th’wall carvings before th’Leavin’. S’no— ya ain’t related if that’s what y’were worried—”

“—would ya give it a rest, da? Shit,” Ysolie grumbled beneath the soothing pats of his hand.

“Sure… sure,” he almost chuckled, “Well… Get packin’, little bean. You’ve a spouse t’make.”

“Fucks sake,” Ysolie sighed in defeat.

“If it helps, Rejeanne n’Etinne, despite all th’conflict between ‘em, did find a sort of romance in there— even though th’Bond weren’t initially romantic at all, eh? Show’s it’ll all work out.”

Ysolie sighed, getting to their feet, “Nah. It don’t, in truth. I know Etienne. She’d kiss’er worst enemy just t’say she won in th’end— bed’em just t’say she were on top.”

Derrisenois’ brows pinched as he arched a brow at Ysolie, disagreeing with heaping amounts of uncertainty, “No… she wouldn’t?”

“She told me t’do much th’same when I got older,” Ysolie replied walking toward the back door of the Inn, “Uncle were right when he said it at trial— both o’ya never should’ve let me spend s’much time ‘round ‘er comin’ up. Methinks this Bond a sort o’long term end t’her rivalry with Rejeanne. Bet she weren’t opposed in slight— likely thought she should’ve brought it up first.”

Derrisenois’ expression was a mixture of disgust and fascination, “She… were quite enthusiastic, true.” He winced with discomfort, then tried to leave the subject, “Where ya goin’?”

“I’ll be out inna bit,” Ysolie told him resolutely, “We’re goin’ up top together when'm done. May’s well get th’shit over with.”

[Next -> ?????]

[bonafidecatladyrps]

Looking for RP Partners

So I just remade my blog into this. I used to be bonafidecatlady on all socials but it seems that it's starting to lose it's vibes so...

Please also refer to the 4 dots on my sidebar for my tags and pages.

• My name is Mary. 33 years old. Loved, lost and experienced shit.

• My OTP and wanted for ship (to no one’s surprise) is: my anya x your bill; I’m very open to others. This pinterest board has some of my other favorite face claims.

• Looking for partners 25+ ys old preferably. Very mature content. Smut involved. • My username is bonafidecatlady on discord. Add me away and say hi. Just let me know where you found me and your blog/personal server. • I’m Brazilian, don’t expect perfect English grammar or punctuation. • I 99% of the time will only play double ships {mumus}  (ill play a male and a female), unless ofc you’re a male only player. • plot twists give me life. feel free. • I don’t do long paragraphs. I usually do two tops so it gets the topic flowing and fast to reply. I’m a Vet irl so my time is kind of limited. • My favorite things to write: crime (bike gang, con artists, stuff like that), dystopian situations, fantasy (royalty based/witches), horror (vampires and werewolves) and lore based on tv/movies (pls don’t confuse this as me wanting to reenact them).  • I like me some good old romance but it definitely needs to have some bigger plot to aim for and I’m too anxious to play enemies to lovers for too long (but love it), fair warning lol • I enjoy adding random drama/surprises however big or small on both mine and my partner’s characters (w/ consent) • I enjoy being friends with the people I rp with, knowing just a tiny bit makes me more at ease to write as I like. • I love getting and giving excited messages, pinterests, playlists, quotes, etc and I love doing it too • I don’t mind fading to black but I like writing smut. • I like multiple plots in the same world/reality where the stories can interconnect. I also like creating “disposable/NPC” characters that make appearances just to enrich the plot.

[yeongsiltownrp]

De anons, nostalgia y otros diretes.

Muy buena velada para todas esas almas viejas que aún se atreven a visitar estos páramos y un saludo especial para aquellos aventureros que han llegado sin saber muy bien el cómo. Para quienes no me conozcan, soy Dendrobium o, amistosamente llamada por aquí como "cuervito", la persona encargada de crear y desarrollar cada aspecto de lo que fue alguna vez el proyecto de foro Yeong Sil Town.

Luego de casi un año de hiatus/pausa indefinida, lamentablemente me veo en la necesidad de postear nuevamente en este espacio por razones que no hacen al foro y que, desde ya, tampoco me hacen feliz. He estado, desde hace aprox una semana, notando en diferentes blogs de opinión de la comunidad RP que se ha hablado de YST en una serie de asks, tanto preciosos y que me han hecho sentir añoranza, como otros de cuestionable intención. A ambos "bandos", gracias por recordarme el trabajo inmenso, tiempo, amor y esfuerzo que puse en su momento a este proyecto, de verdad, me hizo bien pese a todo y en concreto a ese o esos anons que intentan ensuciar este espacio así como el esmero que tiene encima, además de querer concretamente difamarme, aún no comprendo bien con base o razón de qué, quisiera darle la oportunidad de acercarse a mí por este medio, sea en un reblog o por ask, para que aclaremos las cosas.

Por mí lado, me sentí empujada a dar "pruebas" de que ésta persona me está ensuciando con mentiras, dejando así a la vista de todos que jamás abandoné ni al blog, ni el futuro foro y menos que menos a los users de un día para el otro sin dar explicaciones como dijo. Por medio de un ask que, hasta este momento no se ha publicado pero seguramente a la brevedad este apareciendo en @thedailyrol , intenté dar más luz al asunto pero, siendo necesario a mí entender, una explicación más extensa, dejo a continuación pruebas de que, de lo que me acusa está persona es falso y, agrego que en ningún momento tuve la intención de herir o incomodar a ningún usuario producto de mis propias falencias y problemas personales, por eso mismo es que en aquel tiempo creo lo más conveniente, honesto y justo abrirme a ustedes, contarles qué me sucedía y no mantenerlos ilusionados con un foro que, entonces realmente no estaba en mis capacidades abrir y cuidar con el cariño y dedicación que pretendía y todos merecían.

Como ven, el server pese al hiatus jamás se cerró, nunca eché a los miembros, están activas las solicitudes de mensajes e incluso sigue funcionando la opción de invitación.

Con esto quiero demostrar que ese anon no solo miente sino que es claro, pretende hacer un mal gratuitamente; de haber deseado ayudar de verdad, medios para contactarme tenía y de todos modos, no sé trataba de ayudarme con lo administrativo pues mí conflicto era personal conmigo misma lamentablemente.

Yo cerré los anon ask en este blog con la esperanza de que diera la cara, viendo que esa persona se sentía dolida porque, según comentaba, me ofreció ayuda y yo nunca le contesté, pero jamás me contactó. Podría incluso mostrarles la bandeja de mensajes del blog, la cual no he tocado, a punto tal que aún hay reservas que no publiqué porque yo estaba en pausa en ese entonces...

Un ejemplo de esto es justamente esta captura. Yo he leído cada mensaje de apoyo y cariño, incluso el de esté anon malintencionado, y si no lo he publicado en su momento fue para no crear más expectativas en este blog que estaba inactivo. Para quien crean incorrecto solo haber dado explicaciones en el server, pese a éste ser público, les comento que abajo, en los posts van a poder ver qué en reiterados asks intentaba aclarar la situación aunque mí estado de salud no era el mejor, porque valoraba y valoro aún sobremanera el aprecio y predisposición de la comunidad por recibir a Yeongsil Town.

Para cerrar este tema, quiero decirle a todos los que llegaron hasta acá, que agradezco el interés, no solo en leerme sino en lo que fue Yeongsil, incluso a ese anon que evidentemente anda muy ocioso. Voy a nuevamente abrir los ask por si alguno necesita o quiere más aclaraciones, pero pasado un tiempito posiblemente quite el anon pues no lo creo necesario. A los users que alguna vez fueron parte del desarrollo de este sitio, un gracias ENORME y un abrazo cariñoso para ustedes 💖 Sepan que no pretendo ilusionar a nadie ni desilusionarlos tampoco, de todos modos ya saben, estamos a un ask de distancia~!

☙─Dendrobium.

[findroleplay]

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i’m 22, she/her, looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writers for fandomless/ocxoc rps!

primarily looking for queer ships with dark themes such as dead dove tropes, taboo tropes, and other fun lil things like that. i will write mxf only if i am playing the female part. also, i'm not a fan of strictly being dom/sub—doubles are encouraged, + my characters are mostly switches.

some other themes/genres i enjoy: urban fantasy, horror (!), smut (!), and just in general becoming good friends with my rp partner :) i hope you also enjoy obsessing over our characters!

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