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skelesnow · 2 years ago

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Tentatively reviving this blog :D Hello! This is an indie Sans RP blog :D

Rules and Muse pages are under read more (for mobile users)!

Rules;;

If you want me tag something, please tell me.There will be no graphic images and such on here. Only fanart of undertale and my art (with occasional aesthetic pictures such as space) will be reblogged time to time.

Please tell me if you are not comfortable with gore or any elements which we may rp. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with headcanons and plots which contains gore or angst. //Also, I can’t rp some themes if my mood is down so please don’t rush me for replies.

Take all the time you need to reply! Really, real-life comes first so don’t stress out. I don’t care if it takes months for you to reply! I can wait!! (And I expect you to show me the same patience in return!)

I will not remind you to reply. Ever. However, I will not assume it’s dropped permanently so I will give it time to be picked up. (So feel comfortable and reply at your own pace!)

IC =/= OOC. What he says or does are his actions, not mine. Our opinions differ. I’m not my muse.

The sins of roleplaying are not acceptable. (Godmodding and all that stuff.)

I am cool with roleplaying nsfw themes (torture, gore..that stuff) It will be tagged with [insert here] tw and may be under read more.

I will not roleplay incest. I will not ship Sans with any character under 20.

Do not force sexual acts on my muse.

Tag me in your replies with my tracked tag ‘skelesnow’. It will make my life a lot easier.You can also mention me!

IM should stay out of character unless we talk about it. But I’m cool with IC IM. Just tell me first.

Icons and gifs I use are mine. Please do not use my icons, thank you.

I don’t mind how you format your reply! Everyone is unique in their own way so don’t worry about it.

Multi-verse. Every character have their own universe which is different from others if it’s not talked between muns or specified.

I accept asks from anyone but I will only roleplay with mutuals for now. (Also, please tell me if you are a side-blog and followed me from personal!) However, I can still be selective with which mutuals I will roleplay with. Also, I reserve the right to not answer a message or reply to a starter..

Submit will not be opened. Instead, tag me/mention in a separate post to show me things.

Hate will not be tolerated.

Regarding Sans and roleplayed related things;;

W.D Gaster was his father in this verse. However, this Sans knows fully timelines are different and that his Gaster is forever gone. Same with other characters. Nothing will be assumed, no worries.

Sans has high hp and level after defeating the human. This also means he can bring himself to hurt others more easily. Beware.

Reset/Save/Load functions does not work on his timeline. If you are a friend, he will warn you about it and keep an eyesocket out for ya.

About;;

Name: Sans Serif (He also uses Sans Roman. Never call him Sans Aster.)

Title: The Defeater of Seventh, given for murdering that brat the success of stopping the human.

Nicknames: Wishes (given by his best friend), Smol (given by mun, will not be used in interactions -probably- but on ooc posts referring to him), The Defeater (preferred nickname, most used by the monsters from his timeline), Champs.

Age: 21 (in his species’ years)

Sexual Orientation: ??? He has no idea

Height: Currently 3'9, however when his condition flares up, he is back at 2'3.

2'3. (was 4'6 before melting and in current verse, can recover up to 3'9 in main)

Species: Skeleton/ Monster

Family: Wing Ding Aster - father- unknown

Times New Roman - mother- deceased

Papyrus - brother- deceased

Skills/Talents:

*Uses blue magic in attacks and yellow magic if it’s a rare, personal business. Relies on Karma/Karmic Retribution, which is a poison like effect through his Perseverance.

*Uses green magic to an extent (only healing abilities).

*Can jump between timelines. (Mostly used to meet Frisk at their pacifist timeline)

*Can summon 30 blasters at once max.

*Science + Law Major.

*Can /shortcut/. Better when there is contact, otherwise it drains his magic reserve faster.

*Can see others’ stats.

*Can jump between past and near future during battle, cutting from one attack to other to confuse the enemy.

*Can cook well.

Jobs: The king’s right hand. Mentor of the new head of the royal guard. The judge.

History;; (TW: Needles, Murder, Experiments, Death)

Sans is a skeleton, living in the underground with his kind since humans banished monsters after winning the fight. In his timeline, he is the first son of two brilliant scientists: W. D Aster and T. N. Roman, having green defensive magic. He had lost his mother too early to have a clear memory of her. After they lost her, Aster took care of both him and his brother Papyrus but he was an idealist who refused to leave the work.. so the skelebros spent most of their childhood in lab. As the big brother, Sans had to make some sacrifices. He had to partake in some experiments and that’s where his power was born.

To make him powerful, his magic was altered; green magic splitted into blue and yellow but also splitting the original Sans into two entities: Justice and Patience. They were both Sans but different. Patience claimed the name Sans as Justice did not interfere until much later.

With his intelligence and natural talent, Sans soon was found more useful as a lab partner than a test subject. He joined Alphys and Aster in their researches. Like his mother, and now his father as royal scientist, there was an expectation that he would become the royal scientist in future.— Until Aster made the mistake of pulling Papyrus into his innocent experiments. Sans had attempted to kill Aster, Aster fell to core and thus the core accident happened. Sans burnt down the lab, with all his own projects inside, and gave up on the “royal” part of the science, took his brother with him and moved to the town far away from Hotland: Snowdin.

They were happy. Even Justice, with the new job he found in Royal Court. However, Justice’s existence was kept hidden from Papyrus. His young brother was a bundle of joy and he was enjoying their new life despite the unfortunate events that led up to that. Even when the Flowey’s terror reign began, he managed to hold himself together. He had only the snippets of that awful groundhog day. The only thing he knows for sure is that THAT TALKING FLOWER WILL BE SORRY WHEN SANS FINDS HIM.This continued until a being with stronger determination came and killed his brother. Sans could not stop them, could not save Papyrus from this fate he did not deserve. Even a bit.

At the judgement hall, with the determination pill he took recklessly and ready to fight until the end, he managed to hold on for a long time. But the defeat was inevitable and when he dodged an attack, being so mocking about it, he almost took the second one. This is the point where his story deviates from the no mercy run. He had been saved by a pacifist!Frisk who jumped to his timeline right in time, and he defeated the seventh human, for once and for all. He asked Frisk if they could reset their timeline and bring back everyone… It was not possible, Frisk had no power over any timeline that’s not theirs. And Sans tried to kill them, to force them to reset in a way. He did not succeed.

Sans became a hero for the monsters that day, and a symbol of peace with Frisk when they worked out their problems and become as close as siblings, almost. Monsters were respecting him and the kind even offered him a position he might desire. Sans..did not want it. He had lost many great friends, and his only family. He spread the dust of his dear brother on his favorite item, his racecar bed, and spent most of his days being in denial. Only times he spent outside was to help Frisk in some matters and Sans continued to use his magic excessively.. which led to his body melt..from the endless fight with the human, the pill and the sudden level-up, he could not maintain his form.

His body was looking no longer skeletall (one final pun before his life goes downfall) and he could not stabilize the melting alone. He asked help from Alphys, desperately trying not to become an amalgamate (which he learnt about after this incident and the possibility of becoming a being which will suffered forever still horrifies him). Thanks to Alphys’ help, he stopped losing more substance/magic.. yet the damage was done. His height, which was 4’ 8 before the incident, was lowered to 2’ 3. His hands were missing bones or looked nothing like a hand supposed to look most of the time. He was never solid, always melting be it unnoticeable or actually concerning. He managed not to get many questions about his condition from monsters, although curious or concerned glances were always a thing.

Sans is not okay. Both physically and mentally. His emotions are unstable despite his perfect acting and control over it when Frisk visits him. The seventh soul has not destroyed the barrier, due to time shenanigans concerning the time gap between Pacifist verse where Frisk is from and theirs. He often needs injection to stabilize his magic thus the melting, so he always has syringes around -hidden from anyone else-. He melts more when he is unstable emotion-wise or magic-wise and he may get shorter or less skeletal depending on the damage. Currently, there is no cure to his condition.. and Sans is making it worse on purpose as a punishment for failing his brother, by using his magic despite it is forbidden until he recovers //at least to some extent and it will take a few years to get to that point//.

[[This is the start of the main verse, The Defeater of The Seventh. The blog’s current verse and alternate verses are in Verses page.]]

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touchmycoat · 5 years ago

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corpse bride!AU??

i was like “wow i need a writing warm-up” and here’s this mess that i’m tentatively describing as “frozen meets chinese ghosty shit”

Rated T for vaguely violent allusions, i don’t know what ships endgame i just wrote it

Sabo was sure the older man wanted to kill him.

“Maybe he’s secretly in love with you,” Koala mused, scraping at the floating tea leaves with the lid of her cup. “Maybe he’s seen you walking past his window at the same time every morning, and has just become so smitten with you he wants to propose.”

“That’s absurd,” Sabo dismissed. “I would never keep to a schedule long enough to be tracked, you know that.”

They both knew that, and lived by the same set of rules. Today’s rendezvous, for instance, had been so well-masked that probably even Iva-san didn’t know when and where they were meeting.

Which, of course, just made it all the more worrisome that that man had found them.

“Does he think he’s being subtle?” Sabo said incredulously, stirring his soy latte with an errant chopstick he’s licked clean. The man—mid-thirties, less than 5cm taller than Sabo but a weight class up, blond, strange buzzcut, rich fabrics in outdated styles, matching belt and watch and shoes of fine imported leather, but functional soles with good all-surface grip, well-trained hands—hovered behind one of the brick walls that bordered the kissaten, obviously spying.

Koala, unbothered, started skinning the lemon slice perched on the edge of her ice tea with the tip of her steak knife.

“Maybe he’s a Marine—”

“Right. Wants to kill me.”

“—who’s secretly in love with you.”

Sabo squinted at her until she looked up and saw the soy mustache he’s purposely left on his upper lip. Her upper lip curled in mild disgust, but she persisted.

“Maybe he’s from a rival agency.”

“And secretly in love with me?”

“And wants to kill you.”

Sabo threw his hands up in exasperation. “Can’t you pick one?”

“Neither precludes the other,” was Koala’s wise determination, “when it comes to you.”

“You either,” Sabo growled, flipping out his own penknife in a mock-threatening gesture. Koala though, like a dick, swiped her steak knife sideways and smacked it into Sabo’s knife with a stage-whispered wa-POW!

And unlike Sabo, she hadn’t licked her used utensils clean before deploying to other use. It was Sabo’s turn to curl his lip in disgust, as meat grease transferred onto his personal blade with a smug grin from Koala.

“So what’s the plan?” She set down her knife, finally ready to get down to business. “Love him or kill him?”

“Kill him, obviously,” Sabo replied. He thought he saw the man’s fingers drum along the wall—in response? But how could he possibly have heard from this distance? Sabo kept his voice at the same volume and his body language casual. “You’re packing, right? We’ll shoot him dead right now.”

Koala obligingly got up, staring straight ahead at Sabo. The man behind the wall became a shadow, and then the shadow became just bright afternoon light; he’d gone.

Sabo immediately started surveying the patio around them.

“He was listening in?” Koala quickly picked up, glancing around as well. They were the only two people seated outside, and there weren’t any tin cans or amplifying containers lying around anywhere. “Maybe he just has really, really good ears?”

Beyond them, foghorns blared from the port, necessary even in the deep afternoon because there was rarely a moment when this seaside autonomous region wasn’t wrapped in thick condensation. A horse-drawn carriage rattled by, and for a moment, Sabo steeled himself to take cover, should a pistol be drawn up between the dark velvet curtains over the windows.

The carriage passed without incident, and both Sabo and Koala slowly relaxed back into their seats.

“Wow,” Sabo finally said, giving his drink a swirl. It had left his scope of vision for several minutes, and though the risk was relatively low, given the strange man’s unexplained ability to listen in on their conversation, Sabo still pushed the rest aside to be safe. “Supernatural hearing and secretly in love with me? Wherever did I find such a dreamboat?”

“In the big mansion up Moby Road,” Koala answered. Sabo stared. “Oh come on, you really didn’t recognize Edward Newgate’s son? Their ears look exactly the same.”

“They’re not genetically related,” Sabo said slowly, to which Koala only shrugged.

“Yeah but their ears look exactly the same. Plus that carriage—the woodwork is all Tom-san, and you know where the last of Tom-san’s masterpieces are in this region.”

Giving himself a long moment to make his peace with the fact that Koala had put together all the pieces he didn’t even know were there, and in just less than a whole minute, Sabo closed his eyes and nodded.

“So, all we have to figure out is why Marco Newgate, two months after his very-famous father’s death, suddenly wants to kill me.”

“I’m in love with him.”

Thatch threw his tea towel at Marco’s face at high velocity.

“Stop lying,” he hissed in the face of Marco’s flat insistence. “Who the hell even is he, huh? What does he do? Where did you meet?”

“Sabo, twenty-four, on here on a visa from mainland but I’m still looking into the paper trail before that,” Marco replied automatically. It was fine to let Thatch know this. “For all intents and purposes, he’s a clerk at the Four Winds Trading Co. We haven’t exactly met.”

“Yet you’re in love with him.” Thatch rolled his eyes, which meant Marco rolled his eyes back, which meant Thatch threw a teaspoon this time.

“Don’t believe in love and first sight, Thatch?” Shanks laughed from the couch. In a gentlemanly fashion, Marco kindly refrained from picking up the teaspoon and hurling it at Shanks like a dart. He’s only been here for half an hour, and the bastard has cheerfully emptied half of Marco’s decanter of fine whiskey already. “I mean, it’s not like we didn’t know Marco’s type was lively young men with attitude problems.”

Marco picked up the teaspoon and hurled it at Shanks like a dart. Shanks, tumbler in hand, of course couldn’t catch it, and suffered the splashing of whiskey onto his pants with a displeased whine when he had to dodge.

“Precisely,” Marco said through gritted teeth. “I just fall so easily for young men with attitude problems. We’re hosting that party, and we’re gonna invite him.”

“Marco.” That was Thatch’s gentle voice, and that was Thatch’s I-know-you’re-hurt-about-Ace-and-Pops-we-all-are-so-let-me-help-you-process-your-grief-healthily face. The tea towel was shredded something fierce in Marco’s vicious grip. “Look, no one’s expecting you to go through with the engagement stuff, it’s only been two months for god’s sake—”

“This isn’t,” Marco lied, “about Ace.”

Neither men in the room believed him. That was fine; Marco didn’t need them to. All he needed was that invitation sent out, and the man named Sabo in Pop’s mansion, at his party.

“Thatch, I love him,” Marco pleaded, finding no need to specify the pronoun, and knowing Thatch was weak when it came to direct requests from him. “Please invite him.”

“I—” When distressed, Thatch had a habit of hovering around his tea trolley. Despite being the main chef of the house, he still insisted on personally making the rounds of tea for his siblings. Marco’s caught him doing random tests for poison more than once. He drummed his fingers against the push handle now, and groaned. “Fine, fine. I’ll do it. Oh man, I can’t believe you’re making me drag some poor sucker into this mess and won’t even tell me why.”

“It’ll be fine,” Marco replied softly. “Really. I swear.”

“Sure.” Thatch sounded neither believing nor sarcastic, and with one last sigh, he headed for the door with his trolley. “I’ll let you two get on with business then.”

After Marco’s made sure the door was shut and locked behind Thatch, he turned around to Shanks, whiskey finished, standing way too close.

“Buy my silence,” Shanks said, smile big and toothy when Marco took an involuntary step back. “For a thousand belli a month.”

“That’s different from your usual rate,” Marco made himself reply. The way his voice went strained though, still gave away far too much. But at least this time he didn’t flinch when Shanks approached further, that sharp gaze and scarred eye on Marco’s neck. “And your usual choice of currency.”

“Just for my silence,” Shanks pointed out. “And call it a friends and family discount. I have a feeling you’re about to ask for something you’ll already be hard-pressed to pay for, with our current agreement.”

“Then you can set new prices.” Shanks’ eyebrows lifted in surprise, but Marco didn’t avert his gaze. “I mean it. I’ll give you anything you want to get this done.”

They both knew how fallacious a way to do business this was, but Marco didn’t care. It’s not like he’d be worried about paying up on his debts after this; he and Shanks hashed that out ages ago. So Marco kept staring him down, until Shanks finally assented with a nod.

“This is about Ace,” Shanks had to say. Uselessly.

“And Sabo,” Marco admitted. One hand behind his back, Marco made sure the door was absolutely locked once again. As per a past deal, Shanks would make sure the door was completely soundproof too, upon locking. “So I’m not in love with him.”

“Yeah.” A smirk and a slow blink that substituted an eye roll. “I figured.”

Marco took a deep breath.

“I want to kill him.”

#my fic #i couldn't think and started to write and then #this is intriguing isn't it #i've seen maybe 15 min of the pilot ep and here i am pretending like it's a whole au #well we'll see what happens

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leelee0535 · 5 years ago

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Old list of M!A’s I’ve got

Sight: Muse is blind for ___

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours

Toradora!: If the character is a girl, she’ll be turned into a small tiger. If it’s a boy, he’ll be turned into a dragon, for three hours.

Stuttering: You have an irresistibly cute stutter for the next _____

Little Bird: For ____, you have cute little wings. No, not big enough to fly. Yes, big enough that you might need to cut holes in your shirt.

Wingardium Leviosa!: Muse grows wings. (Or if Muse has wings, they disappear.)

Red: Muse is easily flustered and skittish. Anon decides for how long. S-senpai noticed m-m-me!

Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4’’ in height…

Mood: Your eyes now change in accordance with your mood, good luck hiding your emotions now. Lasts 2 days.

Pins and Needles: Muse feel as if someone is sticking needles in them for 2 hours.(for summer or winter)

Flustered: When Muse sees, (anon chooses), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.

Time Rewind: Your muse can now harness the power to change one event in their life. If you don’t choose within 24 hours your choice is lost.

Sin: Put this and one of the seven sins in muse’s ask box, and they’ll be consumed by it for five days. Gluttony, lust, pride, envy, greed, sloth, and wrath. Pick your poison~

Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with ___ (anon’s choice) and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.

Working Class Punx: PAINT THE STREETS IN GLITTER AND BLOOD!

Gundam Tanaka: Animals seem to have strange and extreme affections towards you.

Forced transformation: your muse gets forced to transform to a dragon who is unable to control themself

Today’s cerberus: the muse now has two other minds in their head. One very perky and cheery and the other takes on all your muses weaknesses. When one takes over your muses form changes.

Lean On Me: With the help of ___ (anon’s choice) your muse will get through something that scared them (the anon can specify or leave it up to the mun) for 3 hours.

Wait: Muse is promised their greatest wish if they can wait, but they cannot interact with the person they love while they do. Anon decides how long it lasts.

Sensory Deprivation: You’ve just lost one of your five senses. Oh no! Anon specifies which you lose.

Alohamora!: Muse is locked away in a place specified by Anon until rescued or until specified time.

Glamour: Muse thinks they are a famous celebrity or royalty for any duration the anon chooses up to one week. It’s simply fabulous darling~

Loss: My muse loses the ability to speak or communicate in any fashion. Not even a pen and paper does them any good.

Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)

Angel: Muse is and angel for ___

Sick as a Dog: Muse is ill for 24 hours (Anon specifies symptoms).

Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours

Kuroshitsuji: You’ll be someone’s butler/maid. (please specify who, it can be anyone!)

Code Geass: You can read and control people’s thoughts for 24 hours.

Chaos: It’s a mad house! A mad house I say! Muse’s personality gets flipped backwards for three days. The timid turn mighty, the charismatic turn into downers, and straight Say

characters get to kiss a girl/boy and like it.

Say You’ll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 24 hours.

Technologic: Muse is turned into a robot.

Detective Conan: For 12 hours, you look like you’re seven years old, but you have the same memories, personality, etc. that you always have.

Chained to You: Physically, you are chained to (anon decides) for _____ long. Include chain leeway (length).

Plant: Anything muse touches will grow vines and flowers on it for __

Pyro: Anything muse touches will set aflame for __

Kimblee: Muse can now cause explosions just by touching something.

Scar: With one hand, the muse can create things. With the other, the muse can destroy things.

Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their “emotional inhibitor.”

Ibuki Mioda: You are very cheerful and speak in third person.

Power: With the snap of your fingers you can summon anything you want. This lasts for 8 hours.

Breathe: Muse is a mermaid/merman for three days, and can’t breathe above water. Under the sea~

Eyes: Muse has lost their depth perception and balance for 24 hours. I can’t see straight!

Caffeine: Muse is EXTREMELY hyper for __

Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___

I’m Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon’s choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.

Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours

Nice Guys Finish Last: If you’re a nice guy, now you’re bad. If you’re a bad guy, you’re now nice. If you’re somewhere in the middle, you’re now a fuckin’ cat.

Dream: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

Gold: Everything my muse touches turns to gold. However, once the spell ends, everything turns back to normal. Affects living beings as well.

Compulsion: Muse has OCD for ___ (anon decides primary source of obsession [number, cleanliness, etc])

Pet: Me-OW! Muse is turned into an animal of some kind for three days.

Eat: Muse get’s the stomach flu, and is unable to eat without being forced to vomit it back up again for three days. I don’t feel so hot.

Child: Do you know where my Mommy is? Muse turns into a toddler for a week.

Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with ___ (anon’s choice) and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm

Flaming Youth: Muse is rebellious and easily angered for 8 hours.

17 Again: Muse is in his/her 17 year old form.

Mei Chang: Muse is now a princess.

Howl: You are now a werewolf, and sugar, it’s full moon. Have fun with that.

Sensory Deprivation: You’ve just lost one of your five senses. Oh no! Anon specifies which you lose.

Fire: For 24 hours you can control the element of fire.

Water: For 24 hours you can control the element of water.

Earth: For 24 hours you can control the element of earth.

Air: For 24 hours you can control the element of air.

Shaking Hands: Muse is suddenly freezing cold and can’t stop shivering for (Anon specifies time).

Phobia: Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies)

Compulsion: Muse has OCD for ___ (anon decides primary source of obsession [number, clenliness, etc])

Winter: Ice burn! Muse is now lost in a snow storm and must survive for three days!

Bed: Muse now has narcolepsy and falls asleep at random for three days.

Nighty night!

Return: Someone from Muse’s past comes back. I missed you!

Edward: Two of the muse’s limbs are turned into metal prosthetics.

Alphonse: Muse is locked into a suit of armour… And their body is nowhere to be found.

Winry: Muse becomes very skilled at making and fixing things.

Roy: Muse can create fires with just a snap of their fingers.

Hohenheim: Muse is immortal. If muse is already immortal, then they will hear voices of their lost loved ones.

AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week

Bed: Muse now has narcolepsy and falls asleep at random for three days.

Nighty night!

Call: Muse is suddenly feral and acts like wild animal. Alternatively, they actually become a wild animal.Anon decides for how long. It’s the call of the wild

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ofhannyisms · 5 years ago

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please specify muse!:

nicolette “colie” tomlinson - alicia vikander

maeve grace - lana condor

sophia “sophie” garner - emily blunt

#misty.hh

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inkypeppergidget · 6 years ago

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Oh man, it’s been years since I saw a mutuals only blog that I can recall that all their posts were only open to mutuals all the time, but those are few and far inbetween from what I’ve seen. SOMETIMES there is a writing prompt or meme that is understandably mutuals only, such as “send a symbol and my muse will tell of a happy/sad/etc memory with your muse”.

Those have to be mutuals, as that takes prior knowledge of the other’s muse to write accurately for.

If I get some random werewolf wanting a memory of them and Ink together and I’m not familiar with this character I, the mun, have no idea how to write that. That doesn’t mean you can’t PM the mun of the blog and ask if you can plot with them. If they say no, inquire what it takes to be a mutual. Usually those folks will be open to plotting something with you, especially since a mun who genuinely just wants to write good content rarely reaches out this way. There’s other instances, and yeah if I specify a prompt is mutuals only there’s usually a reason like the aforementioned one, or

whatever I’m doing takes a lot of work and I’d rather do that for friends than randoms

(I see this with art sometimes, and understandably as a moment of one person being happy seeing their character is often HOURS of work on the other person’s part if it isn’t a quick doodle.) I remember a friend did this, and people kept responding on anon without telling who they were or their blog, and he kept saying, “anon, did you forget I drew you already” and linking back to the first anon they drew like it was all the same person. Was pretty funny. But if all the blog is “mutuals only” and you want to interact with that blog? Send them an out of character PM and ask them what it takes to become a mutual.

Sometimes a blog goes into mutuals only mode because the mun has little IRL time and wants to hold onto their friends during this stressful time and write RPs with existing relationships rather than write with a bunch of randoms.

Hoooonestly sometimes I’ll do that as randoms in the past turned me into a content generating machine (i.e. I put forth interesting plot and possibilities for my partner to respond to and instead of adding something interesting for me to build upon my partner ONLY reacts ic to what I wrote, and now I’m stuck in this crap rp while I entertain my partner and they put nothing into it. And then they get upset when I abruptly write an ending BECAUSE I AM NOT HAPPY AND I WANT OUT.) So I get that sometimes a mun is stressed and doesn’t want to deal with that possibility, and would rather keep writing with partners they know will give back writing they both enjoy. Other times I can understand that a muse is in a certain plot point where they don’t want random people altering their muse’s story. With Ink, when Ink-centric plot is happening, you better believe the major players in that plot and I are talking and planning out of character, usually on Discord chat. Randoms I don’t know I usually don’t have a mun relationship with yet, and sometimes they’ll do sh#t just to have bragging rights later of “yeah I was the one who fed poison to Ink and made their face melt off.” For random stuff on the blog, yeah that happens. When I’m building character arcs and defining a species and telling their backstory, randoms doing random stuff and derailing plot is not what I want. So understandably they’d get blocked from that. Hell sometimes I’ve even been messaged by people wanting to be a part of my big plots- and I see later they just did it because they want the notoriety from it and don’t actually want to put in the work of writing and other stuff that’s hard to do on my own. So day one of the campaign rolls around after they’ve promised to do all this help so their muse can be IMPORTANT in the plotline and they either don’t show up at all, or they show up for the beginning, then disappear because they got their “fix” and now I have a random muse rooted in the plot who is now an obstacle to know what to do with and fill in the plot they were meant to because their mun isn’t writing for them anymore. It’s pretty irritating. So I totally understand muns who say, “I want a reliable writing partner I know for this prompt.” Rarely do I ever see an entire blog that is mutuals only.

There’s usually SOME posts or plots that are open,

otherwise how do you meet new mutuals/friends?

If you really want to write with someone and like their blog? Send them an ooc message. Ask them what it takes to be a mutual and if they’d write with you.

Odds are if you just talk to them mun to mun they’d be flattered and you’ll be taking your first steps to being a mutual. If they are the kind of blog that isn’t open to anyone but friends they already have, and refuse to give you a chance- why did you ever want to write with this person in the first place?

Honestly, blogs that do this are so few and far inbetween I forgot they existed. I don’t really watch the name-grabbers I use to when I first started RPing (i.e. a blog who luckily grabs an easy to remember url like @askink or other mainstream well known characters). Those get massively popular, while their content isn’t any better than other RPers. They get overwhelmed with the amount of people trying to interact with them, and a few even let it go to their heads. If you get a blog like that, take a step back.

Are you trying to interact with them just because they’re a popular well known blog and you want the validation/attention/notariety of being responded to? Don’t be that guy please.

Yeah, you can send asks and requests, that’s fine. But don’t be the guy that gets butthurt if they don’t respond or have time to write with you. If you pick a popular blog that gets a lot of asks and you’re one in huge sea of popularity surrounding them, that’s par for the course and you know it. Some of my art friends have blogs that get popular and they’ve had people send them asks then guilt them to respond to those asks- do not do this! This makes you a terrible person, and makes these artists not want to run their blog anymore. They’re not being paid to entertain you, their blog is their place, not a tv channel you can go to to demand entertainment and validation. If you are an artist, don’t let people do this to you. Granted, this is the opposite of the “being shy” the original post touched on. If you’re sending nice messages, and asks not demanding they be answered, yeah sure do it.

Send out lots of asks to all the blogs you’d like to interact with. They may not all be answered, so be happy in the ones that do respond. Send more to the blogs that responded as they’ll probably be the ones that keep responding rather than tossing your asks at already popular blogs that ignore them.

But don’t be a raging soapy washcloth because they don’t respond. Behind that popular url is just another regular person who usually has nothing to do with the franchise, they just got lucky getting the url OR ALREADY SPEND A LOT OF TIME GENERATING CONTENT so they don’t have time to respond to all the asks and requests they get. There are so many other awesome blogs out there who’d jump on the opportunity to be noticed, get asks, and write plot with you. They’re not popular, no. It’s up to you to seek them out, and they can be popular with you. Help them make great content, and you can be in their chosen circle. If you’re only interested in interacting with already popular blogs that want nothing to do with you, that seems like you need to reevaluate what you’re doing here. Odds are you aren’t one of those incurable fanboys/girls

Go find them. Love them. Become the mutual you always wanted to be.

#okay to respond to #rp #roleplay #roleplaying #shy #mutuals only #this post isn't mutuals only I put that as a tag I can search for later if needed #it's really easy to be popular #and once you are popular #you'll see it means nothing #most people reblog and like your posts and DO NOT RESPOND OR TALK TO YOU #you're also generating the content #which from the outside looks great #from the inside is a lot of work #if you are having trouble keeping followers #maybe look at what you're doing #are you writing your blog based on whatever vomit your brain wants #letting your muse do their first impulse #or are you writing stories to entertain #that have intentional twists #are you making content you'd like to follow #A lot of blogs post drama #or the mun will randomly vent #and break down bitching about how they have no followers or aren't popular or people don't like them #or fights #or general vent posts that are uncomfortable to read #there's a time and place for that #and it isn't your character blog #if you want to get that out do it on your personal blog #people don't follow your muse to see your d rama

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ala-mhinyan · 6 years ago

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1. Are looks important in a relationship? | 2. Are relationships ever worth it?

Ighi: “Looks are very, very fleeting. There is more to a person than what they look like. That being said, it never hurts to be attracted to someone who you deem sexually attractive. As for your second question, I believe that relationships are always worth it. More than just romantic--I mean platonic relationships. I mean hateful relationships. I mean everything that comes with meeting others and having experiences that shape you into who you are, good or bad.”C’arha: “Somewhat? I find myself moah willing to enter a relationship with someone I find attractive... But a beautiful ‘eart will always shine ovah someone looking like a god. Ah relationships ever worth it? Iunnfuckin’ know. Sometimes? Shit s’ahd to answer. Some ah perfect, others ah going to shatter you. Pick yoah poison.”

[ Send Me Numbers You Kinky Fuckers: Prompt ]Prompts are currently OPEN! Please specify the muse!

#c'arha #ighi #ask prompt #tidbits #the-crimson-rose #asks

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beesartandstuffs · 7 years ago

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Who Killed Markiplier: Shot in the Dark-- Chapter 2, Part 2

(Another long part...but its worth it i promise! Don’t forget to LIKE and REBLOG and COMMENT PLEASE)

SHOT IN THE DARK MASTERLIST (find the previous parts here!)

As I'm unfamiliar with the house, Abe takes the lead. As he guides me through the halls, we discuss the case.

"I think we forgot the most important question of all during our arousing game of whodunit," he says. "Why."

"Why?"

"Why. Why did he invite us all here? Why tonight?"

I nod in agreement. "He said we were celebrating something, but he never specified what."

"It's almost as if this whole shindig of a hootenanny was just a ruse."

Abe holds a curtain aside and lets me step through first. I pull out my notes as we walk and frown over them. "But a ruse for what?"

"I don't know," he growls, and by his tone I can tell he really dislikes not knowing. "I hadn't seen him in person in years, right up until a few days ago for some trivial business stuff."

He says it dismissively, and I stay silent. I know why he was meeting with Mark.

"Mark was my friend: had been for years," he continues. "But then he went quiet. If you two were as close as he claimed…" His eyes slide to me. "You probably know what happened."

I nod. "Damien and I tried to help, but…"

"So did I."

It wasn't enough, we both finish silently.

Abe turns abruptly and keeps walking. "Look, I'm gonna level with you; you're my new partner. I've been working with Mark for years, and I know something is wrong. There is a murderer—" Thunder crashed as we approached a staircase. We pause for it to pass, then continue. "—here amongst us, and we need to find him."

"Him?" I press. "You say that very confidently, Detective."

"Well." He stops on the landing and spins to face me. "As of right now, you're the only woman here, Bailey. And I know we just met, but I am an excellent judge of character." He grins. "Excellent like a fox."

"Um, what?"

"You don't look like you have a reason to kill him. And if you do…" He laughs. "Best to keep your enemies close, eh? Wink wink."

He winks at me with both eyes. Before I can think of an appropriate response, he's turned and started back up the stairs, talking again.

"So what is the real question we need to ask ourselves, concerning our suspects?"

"Who stands to gain the most from Mark's death," I answer automatically, glad to finally be back in my realm of understanding.

"Right. Now, in my thorough analysis of the corpse's anal cavity, I discovered that in addition to being stabbed 37 times, he was also poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot, in that order."

I pause to copy down the list onto my notepad. "...Overkill much?"

Abe nods sharply. "It's not an accident, that's for darn sure." He leads me through a fancy sitting-room on the second floor. "No. No, my friend. There's gonna be no simple candlestick-in-the-library solution to this whole...puzzle."

He stops at a beautifully carved wooden door. "So, we're gonna have to do the detective-ly thing and go through the victim's most private and personal possessions."

I stop. "Mark's… bedroom?"

Abe quirks an eyebrow at me and steps to the side. "After you."

I turn the handle, half-expecting it to be locked. It's not, and I push the heavy door open.

We both stop just inside.

The room is in shambles. Papers and books are flown about and furniture is overturned.

But that's not what our eyes are immediately drawn to.

A sinking feeling fills our stomachs.

An empty, pastel blue crib sits against the far wall, untouched by the chaos around it.

We exchange glances.

Abe grunts. "... It could mean anything."

I nod, and sketch a quick image of the crib on my pad for later discussion.

I step around the mess as Abe moves in a different direction. "Looks rough, but I don't think he was killed here," he muses. "See if you find anything, but BE CAREFUL." I freeze in place at his change in tone and twist to see his face. He looks absolutely serious. "I've lost partners before to bedroom booby traps."

I turn before he can see me roll my eyes, and carefully head toward the table in front of the window.

What drew my eye is the row of framed photographs, all arranged carefully except for one.

"Make sure you don't tamper with any evidence!" Abe calls from across the room. I give a generic noise of acknowledgement and bend down to examine the pictures.

The first is a picture of the Colonel, Damien, and Mark. They appear to be at some sort of party— and they're all young. Mid-teens, it seems. Seeing the Colonel without a mustache or his uniform makes me realize just how alike he and Mark look… unnervingly so. Any doubt that I had that they were brothers dissipates.

The next picture was taken later— at a celebration of the end of the war. The Colonel is in uniform and Damien in a sweater vest, just like he wore when we were in university. Mark is there as well, and in his arms is a laughing young woman.

Celine, Damien's sister, and Mark's wife.

The two seem oblivious to their friends. Damien and the Colonel stand to the side, pushed out of the frame by the lovers. The Colonel's expression is hard to read, but I notice a twist in Damien's mouth. He's generally a very composed man, but I know his tell for when he's angry.

I take down a few notes.

I recognize the third photo, for I'm the one who took it.

It was at an after party for one of Mark's new movies. This had been a few months after Celine had left. Mark had invited Damien and I, and we were elated, hoping that he was finally on the mend.

But he acted strange. In the picture, the two have their arms slung around each other's shoulders, wine glasses in their hands. Damien is smiling, overjoyed to be with his friend again.

But Mark…

Mark is also smiling, but it's not the cocky, toothy grin that I'm accustomed to. It's calculated, his eyes dark and brooding, makeup barely concealing the deep circles under them.

That was the last time I saw him before last night, I realize.

Damien and I had to leave the party early, as we had to go back to work the next morning. Mark saw us off, and as he hugged me, Mark whispered in my ear, "Make sure you have no regrets. Life is for the living, eh?"

When I pulled back with a questioning look, he motioned with his eyes toward Damien.

I flushed and quickly pecked Mark on the cheek, saying nothing except farewell. The drive home was tense, despite Damien's valiant attempts to make light conversation.

I now brush my fingers over the frame of the photo, thinking back on what Mark had said.

No regrets.

Had he been trying to warn me?

Had he known what was going to happen?

The last picture frame is lying face down on the table, amid a pile of broken glass. I pull out my handkerchief and carefully pick the frame up with it.

"Did you find something?" Abe calls, and I hold up the portrait in response before looking down at it.

It's of the Colonel, in uniform and on the field. He's holding a rifle and looking quite pleased with himself.

Scrawled on the bottom right corner, in black pen, are the words "I'll be home soon. ~William."

When I look back up, the Colonel is standing in front of me with murder in his eyes.

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#markiplier #who killed markiplier #WKM abe #the colonel #actor mark #DAEmmaBailey #WKM- shot in the dark #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier fanfiction

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mysterious-box-official · 7 years ago

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Trashy M!A list I made YaY :3

Please be respectful and courteous to others. If you re-blog this from someone, please send a M!A in their ask box

-----Mental and Social M!As -----

LEEROOOY JENKINS: Muse is rebellious and making poor choices.

Grrr: muse has become suddenly and inexplicably violent toward everyone and everything.

Guardian: muse becomes overprotective of [anon’s choice].

Now we have bad blood: muse feelings became... opposite? If she/he/they liked someone they now hate them, if they hate someone, they now like them.

Friendly Greeter: muse has forgotten everyone he/she/they know, and if they see them they will be all-too happy to introduce themselves.

My Name Is: Everytime someone says the muse's name, he/she/they must slap that person in the face.

Hot: muse becomes hot-blooded and hot-tempered.

Mongrel: Muse is very impulsive and won't think things through.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Titanic: muse falls in love with the next person that helps he/she/them with something.

The snake with blue eyes: muse is dressed all preppy/frilly but acts like a bad boy/girl/person

Daydream dressed as a nightmare: muse is dressed all dark/gothic but acts all perky

Weredoggy: muse now behaves like a dog; they play fetch, loyal, they bark, they chase squirrels, and love being pet as well as other dog like qualities.

Jumping Frenchmen: muse is easily startled and has a tendency to follow commands that are given very abruptly.

The Tongue of Animalia: muse can communicate with animals.

Thou Wretched Fool!: muse believes they/he/she are a medieval knight.

Fire is bad: Muse now has a fear of fire and will shy away from anyone with any source of fire.

Bonjour: Muse becomes very romantic and flirty

Jeremy No: Muse has become suddenly and inexplicably violent toward everyone and everything.

Hunter: muse goes out hunting and presents their kills to the one she/he/they love

Mankind's Best Friend: Muse feels the need to keep her/his/their pet or some animal with them at all times. Anon may choose which animal Muse desires.

----- Physical M!As -----

Speaking no evil: Muse can not speak

See no Evil: Muse is now blind

Hear no Evil: Muse cannot hear anything. This concludes their own thoughts and any telpicathivc

Ring bing ring: muse has a bell tied to their neck that cannot be removed

Is that an angel?: muse has a large pair of pure white angel wings and a golden barb wire halo that is dimly glowing. The muse can also float.

Dwarf: Muse is 4ft tall and is obsessed with dig holes. They also are in love with pickaxes and axes.

Taur: muse becomes a centaur, but with the waist and lower body of the animal Anon chooses. Upper body of a human, waist down the body of an animal on all fours.

Fireheart: muse turns into a giant fire breathing dragon.

Poisonheart: muse turns into a wyvern with a poisonous tail and can’t breathe fire.

Are you jealous: Muse now has a long, scraggly beard, regardless of gender.

Mew: muse grows cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms

Trickster: Muse becomes a Kitsune

Way Beyond the Boundary: muse is either a cambion or a demon hunter (anon decides which.)

Power of three: muse splits into three versions of her/his/them selfs. Negetive (bad), neutral, and positive (good).

I choose you: muse turns into a Pokémon

Mr. Hyde: Muse will be split into two identical individuals, one good, the other evil, and they are aware of eachother's presence and of the split.

I believe I can fly: Muse now has wings but they are unable to use them for flight.

Butter: Muse sprouts butterfly-shaped wings.

Where am I?!?!: muse become invisible but the spell immediately ends when they attack someone or cast a spell.

Burning Up: Muse feels extremely hot and can't seem to get cool.

GO FAST: muse can run as fast as a thoroughbred horse. ( 44 mph)

Bioluminesence: Muse now glows in the dark

Lying tongue and the aura of truth: muse splits into two. The two looks the same and acts the same but one of them can only tell lies and the other can only tell the truth.

Sea Monkey: muse turns into a brine shrimp

Detoxifier: muse splits into two versions of his/her/their selves. One version is toxic while the other version is heathy but it’s the muses version of what is healthy about themselves.

Romania: Muse is now a vampire.

Round and Round: Muse has become horribly dizzy and can’t stand up without stumbling.

-----Horror M!As -----

Cold Blooded: muse has a sudden drive for revenge. Every wrong doing they’ve had against them, every lie and rumour made they will seek out to make right

Ring of Fire: muse can only see their fears and phobias around them.

The Hunter: Your muse is being hunted down mercilessly. Anyone your muse comes into contact with is also subject to being a target.

The Mirror: muse soul is trapped in a mirror and their body has been possessed by some strange entity.

The Russian Sleep Experiment: muse can’t sleep, and is slowly losing their grip on reality.

The screaming: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

Who’s There?: muse get the unsettling feel that someone or something is watching them. Inanition muse keeps seeing shadowy figures in the corner of their eye.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Seeing Double: Muse has run into a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter has captured the muse, tide them up, and hidden he/she/them underground. The shapeshifter has replaced your muse.

Smile: muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks.

Chocolate touch: everything that her/he/their touch will their lips immediately turns into chocolate

Deadly Years: the muse begins rapidly aging

The floor is lava: muse cannot touch the floor. If they do, they get 3rd° burns.

Crossroad: muse goes to a crossroads to sell their soul. How much time they get depends on the mun (If muse has little to no soul or is an angel they become a crossroads demon. Also the mun decides if their muse takes the deal or not)

Baby it's cold outside: Muse has been kidnap by another muse of the anonymous choice

Bloody Hell No: Muse is covered in random, painful wounds, with no explanation to why they were inflicted.

—disturbing M!As -----

Feather?!?!: muse can’t stop cough up feathers.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

SMILE: muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks and even when they have negative emotions.

Petrified: muse slowly starts turning to stone. They have to find someone who can cure them before they're completely petrified.

Waxing: muse losses all her/his/their body hair

Can’t stop Dancing: muse keeps dancing until they pass out or dance them self’s to death

Bam Pregnent: muse has a plastic baby’s head, arms, and legs glued on the outside of their belly!!!

Liquid: muse’s breath smells like liquid manurer. The only cure is time (3 hours).

For Science!: Muse suddenly has the urge to become a test subject. Anon may choose who's subject he is.

Nice Boxers: Muse believes they are stripped down to their underwear, even if they are fully clothed.

Lying Flower: every time the muse lies a red/black flower appears somewhere on their body.

blah flowers blah curse: muse is coughing up tulips and the only cure is a romantic French kiss from the person they have a crush on. ( if your muse is asexual or has no crush or the crush is dead, they can get rid of the cursed by kiss a silver mirror )

The Rapture: muse gets possessed by an angel. If they’re already an angel, someone else knocks them out of their vessel and takes their place for a couple of hours or longer. (mun besides)

Zippy: Muse has a literal zip for a mouth.

Burning Up: Muse feels extremely hot and can't seem to get cool.

Enemy: Muse takes the appearance of someone they hate for 16 hours

meoo: muse hallucinates that everyone they talk to is a cat

My Precious!!!!: An item becomes very important to the muse. If they lose it, they're convinced they'll die!

-----that’s something M!As -----

Hit Me: Muse is now completely drunk and will not suffer any hangover

Salem: Muse keeps accusing people of witchcraft.

What the: Muse can hear the Mun’s voice like an angel (or devil) on their shoulder for a day.

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

Karkat?: muse must YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY!

Hehehe: Muse is slightly tipsy and very festive.

Rhyme Time: muse can only speak in rhyme

Flesh: muse suddenly has a overwhelming desire to eat raw meat and lots of it. They are also allergic to all vegetables.

Silent Treatment: Muse is mute and grumpy

Egg: Muse finds a large egg and does not know what to do with it

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

I Am The Cure: muse is stuck in a plague doctor outfit

Soulless : Muse has no soul.

Loop: Muse is stuck in a cycle of repeating themselves.

Sweet Tooth: Muse has the urge to bake and eat sweet foods.

It’s just a flesh wound: muse cannot feeling pain and cannot die from blood loss.

I’m BBOORRED!!!: muse cannot stop feeling bored with everything

Greece: Wherever the muse goes, a group of cats will follow them.

Feelings!!!!: muse can read other peoples’ emotions and if anyone in ten feet is in pain Muse feels the pain too

I Like Birds: Any bird near the muse will follow them around

Fuck you: Muse can't stop saying the word fuck in every sentence

Yaeaua: Muse has to be literally led by the hand everywhere. If left alone, they will just stay in one spot.

Animal Suits!: Anon chooses an animal that the muse must dress up as for a specified amount of time

I Like Birb: Any bird near the muse will follow her/him/them around

#m!a #magic #magic anonymous #magic anon #magic anonymous list #magic anon list #list #horror magic anonymous #horror #brandom #feel free to use #gore #ridiculous magic anon #list of stuff #blah blah blah #I tried my best to be original #tried to be original

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joie-university-rp · 5 years ago

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Dear PERSEPHONE HARPER,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

Congratulations, BREE! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: bree / she/her

Age, Timezone: 22, CST

Activity, short explanation: y’all already know. Like a 6

Ships: Posey/Chemistry

Anti-Ships: Posey/No Chemistry

Triggers: RFP

Preferred photo for Character’s ID (please give a link): https://66.media.tumblr.com/fe57779b38b6336388ddb93dbb6fa9e2/tumblr_pyk2xouYrk1yucpjoo10_640.jpg

Anything else: n/a

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Persephone “Posey” Charlotte Harper

FC: Adelaide Kane

Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): 23 / Junior

Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): May 24th, 1996

Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Denver, CO

Gender/Pronouns: Female/ She/Her

Sexuality: Demisexual

Major(s): Education

Minor(s) [optional]: Culinary Arts

Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): Anywhere in Pillsbury Dorm is fine!

Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!): Archery member, Cooking Club ? Posey would take on being president of that.

Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush): Mu Sigma, Iota Chi Chapter

CHARACTER PROFILE:

TW: Abandonment; TW: Alcoholism; TW: Depression; TW: Anxiety Attacks; TW: Panic Attacks

When Posey was 10 years old, her mother left her father for her co-worker, leaving her father distraught. He fell into a pit of depression and went missing for days. Posey tried not to worry, and carried on going to school despite not getting much sleep. Because of her decent grades and no alarming behaviors cropping up, the brunette slipped through the cracks with the adults in her school. Her anxiety worsened with each day that her father did not come home, but she was too frightened to contact the police because she figured she would get taken away from her father by DCFS.

After 10 days, her father was found in a shelter and sent to the hospital to get his stomach pumped due to alcohol poisoning. Posey missed many days of school as she spent all her time at the hospital with her father, who had more health issues crop up during his recovery. Her grades and health suffered greatly and eventually caused her to get held back a year.

Her anxiety only worsen as she watched all her friends move on to the next grade while she was stuck behind. Having major panic attacks on a regular basis, she ended up seeing the school counselor on a regular basis.

As Posey entered high school, she realized that she needed to work more on self-care and began seeing a therapist once a week, sometimes twice if her anxiety flared up more that usual. It helped her channel her energy into things like archery and cooking, as well as her school work.

Posey earned her Teaching English as a Foreign Language certification within her first two years of college and got a job in Hong Kong to teach English to the children of the country and make a real difference. She spent 1 year there before moving to Italy, spending another full year teaching.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)

What made you want to attend Joie University? “After traveling and teaching for two years abroad, I wanted a place that I could feel welcome after a very non-traditional path I had taken for college originally. Also, finding Joie… it just seems like a life motto for me. I constantly want to “find joy” in my life, instead of hone in on things that can be very overwhelming.”

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? “Three positives… well, caring, a great listener, and… in some ways, brave. For negatives… I am a very anxious person, I can be too unsure of myself, and can put too much pressure on myself with goals that are too unattainable … Why are you asking this question?”

Which of your traits do you value most? “Value most? I- Well, I think I value them all equally. I don’t know that I could pick one… If I have to… well, maybe being a great listener? People seem to trust me, which is nice.”

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? “I would say that everyone needs an ear to listen to the things happening in their lives. If I can make even just one person feel heard and seen… I will feel like I’ve done something important. That’s one of the reasons why I want to become a teacher… Young kids need to feel like they are seen and heard too. Growing up these days is so hard.”

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? “I hope to make an impact on fellow classmates, the school, and ultimately, myself through getting my degree and taking all my experience and practices and becoming the very best teacher that I can.”

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? “There’s a new song out that I really resonate with… Workin’ On It by Meghan Trainor. The lyrics hit home with me. A little bit that struck me:

Tryna be good to me I should give myself way more love I’m my worst enemy I’m the voice who says “I’m not good enough”

#Accepted

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leelee0535 · 5 years ago

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M!a list I made using a document full of different M!a’s