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political bullshit under the cut

well i had my cry and my temper tantrum and i decided to stick around anyway because if it makes them mad that i exist, holy shit, all i gotta do to piss them off is to continue to exist. that's pretty metal, right?

anyway i'm buying some craft materials to self soothe lol

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3 WOL Fanarts <3

Eliane for @lights-flickering-flame

Rothalion for @draikoeques

Ambrose for @eorzeasaved

Thanks for helping me stay sane this evening!

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these are filled! thank you to everyone who commented <3 i'll have these done .. .someday maybe

psst the next three people who send me refs of their WOLs will get a free art of them at some point in the future :3 not good art, but free art. u can't complain about it.

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psst the next three people who send me refs of their WOLs will get a free art of them at some point in the future :3 not good art, but free art. u can't complain about it.

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my internet is still out and i've used 80% of my hot spot data already so i guess i don't get to spam refresh for poll results tonight. which i guess is a good thing? but anyway, internet man will be here tomorrow morning to fix it so hopefully i can be more active here then.

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18!

Munday Styles and Preferences | @vierandancer

What draws you to roleplaying as a hobby? What do you find fun?

I've been writing stories for as long as I can remember, be it on paper or just in my head. My toys all had long backstories and went on exciting adventures, and that just kind of...never stopped. I love writing, and I always have, and hopefully I always will.

Ideas, however, have been few and far between for me lately, and so it really helps to get someone else's brain involved. RPing is also great for not having to write that character that intimidates you, because someone else already writes them. And meeting people's OCs is incredible too! Like, you just made a whole guy! With your brain! It always amazes me what people can do with OCs, because I'm just not very good at them.

I enjoy all kinds of collaborative story telling - I'm big into D&D and other TTRPGs too. It's just a fun way to make a story - more fun than making up a story by your lonesome. And I've met some really amazing people through RP too.

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1, 3, 5!

Munday Styles and Preferences | @aurouze

What types of threads are your most favourite?

Long form, plotted out threads with a partner that really clicks with you. Stuff where people pick up on what you say to them OOC and use it in your threads.

What kinds of threads do you think you are best at writing?

I don't know that any of my writing is particularly spectacular, but I feel like I'm pretty decent all around? I can say that certain things are easier on certain characters - for instance, all these kissy asks I've gotten have been easy to answer on Haurchefant, but I find it more difficult to get shippy on Aymeric. Not really sure why. Maybe just because he expresses it so differently?

What is your least favourite thing about your muse? What makes them difficult to write, or interact with?

Well, the big thing is that he died. That makes him hard to interact with sometimes.

One thing I do struggle with him is that I do not want him to be like his Japanese counterpart, who is the 'friendly pervert' archetype. I can't stand that for him, so I avoid it. That does give me pause when I try to ship with him, though. Every time he flirts, I'm like, am I doing the thing? Am I making him a pervert? I don't want to make him a pervert, guys.

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Do you project onto your muses at all, giving them similar issues or traits to your own? What is your opinion on people who do this? + What is the strangest muse you have ever picked up to write, or the most difficult?

Munday Styles and Preferences | @crystalmarred

Do you project onto your muses at all, giving them similar issues or traits to your own? What is your opinion on people who do this?

Yeah, I do this sometimes, if it fits with the character I'm writing. I don't even do it intentionally sometimes, it just kind of happens. For instance, I'm LGBT+ so my characters are also in that acronym. I used to accidentally make them all my specific brand of LGBT+ness, whereas I don't do that so often anymore.

Obviously, I don't have a problem with it! I think you should feel free to stamp your characters with a specific brand of you, if that tickles your fancy.

What is the strangest muse you have ever picked up to write, or the most difficult?

Probably Estinien, honestly. I didn't have much of a desire to write him, and I'm not entirely sure why I started the blog in the first place, other than the fact that I was bored at work. Once I started writing him though (in a modern AU, mind you), it was like the two of us just clicked. Do I write him well? I cannot tell you. But I have a lot of fun with him. Turns out I have a lot of Estinien opinions. It was pretty weird to find out!

The most difficult muse was probably Genesis Rhapsodos from FFVII. He was very fickle and only came out in certain times, and then he'd have me write 10 pages for one reply, and then he'd leave again. I couldn't force him to do anything.

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"Hmm I think the 'bravest knight' should spar me. But it you best the warrior of light... Then maybe I'll give you a friendly kiss on the cheek! I'll even use my rapier so we can act like it's a sword fight." Did she intend to make it sound flirty? No. But it came out that way. She is just feeling a little chaotic. Though, she could just give it to him either way.

@lights-flickering-flame | toss a kiss to your knight

“I would like nothing more, my lady,” Haurchefant said with a grin on his face as he gave her a quick bow. If he thought she sounded flirty at all, he said nothing about it.

He then motioned for her to follow him to the training area, where all the snow was shoveled aside daily to give the knights and dragoons a place to spar, and he got out a wooden practice sword. He would not ask her to take a practice sword; they did not have anything like a rapier, and the blade wouldn't do much to his armor anyway. Probably.

“Dare I ask what I must offer to you if I were to lose?” Haurchefant asked in a teasing tone.

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Rothalion stands up on his tiptoes, reaching up to ever so gently pull him down so he can reach better. Arms wrap loose around his neck, a shy smile upon reddened face as he tilted his head and even so gently kissed Haurchefant upon the lips. The kiss is gentle, uncertain and only a few seconds long, and when he draws back he nervously glances away.

"S...sorry I've just, really wanted to do that..." he whispers.

@draikoeques | toss a kiss to your knight <3

Things had been building between them for a while, Haurchefant would be the first to admit. He had admired the Warrior of Light since he had first come here, a fledgling hero trying to find a missing airship. It had grown during Rothalion's time in Camp Dragonhead, escaping from the false claims against him, and now, as he made himself known in Ishgard.

And so, when Rothalion took things to the next level, Haurchefant was – well, not prepared, exactly, but he wasn't exactly taken aback with shock.

Instead, he kissed back for that brief moment before Rothalion leaned away from him, cheeks pink and eyes looking elsewhere. Or, he tried to, but the kiss was so short that he barely had time to react to it. Then Rothalion apologized, and Haurchefant shook his head.

“Now, now,” he said, giving the other a quiet smile. “No need to apologize when you haven't offended anyone.”

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Munday Styles and Preferences

What types of threads are your most favourite?

What types of threads are your least favourite?

What kinds of threads do you think you are best at writing?

What is your favourite thing about your muse? Why did you pick them up, what do you want to explore?

What is your least favourite thing about your muse? What makes them difficult to write, or interact with?

Is there a correlation between the muses you like to pick up? Something in particular that draws you to a character and makes you want to write them?

Do you project onto your muses at all, giving them similar issues or traits to your own? What is your opinion on people who do this?

What is the strangest muse you have ever picked up to write, or the most difficult?

Do you write fanfiction and/or drabbles outside of tumblr?

Do you prefer roleplaying over writing fanfiction and/or drabbles?

Do you prefer public or private roleplay? Does this preference change when writing NSFW and smut?

Does your descriptive writing change with each muse, do they influence the way that you narrate and use language?

Does your OOC change with each muse, do they influence the way you generally behave?

What is your opinion on formatting, editing and icons within the community? How do you style your own, do they differ from muse to muse? 

Is there something petty or minor that would cause you not to follow a person?

Does fandom intimidate you, or make you critical of your portrayal? Do you have any irrational doubts in what you are doing?

Are you confident in sending memes, liking for starters, etc.? Is there anything you’d like your followers to know about your anxiety?

What draws you to roleplaying as a hobby? What do you find fun?

What kind of writing partners do you tend to merge well with? Do you like people who communicate, or more impulsive personalities?

Has this hobby changed your life at all? Your mood, your outlook, or your friendship group?

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[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly. // ambrose :3 @eorzeasaved

@eorzeasaved | toss a kiss to your knight

The chair wasn't made for two, but that wasn't going to stop Ambrose. Haurchefant grinned as the viera climbed sideways onto his lap, arms around his neck and legs hanging over the arm of the chair. Haurchefant returned the favor by wrapping his arms around Ambrose's waist and pulling him a little closer.

“Hello there,” Haurchefant said, unable to keep the smile off his face even if he wanted to.

Ambrose didn't reply with words, though; instead, he leaned in and pressed a short, playful kiss to Haurchefant's lips. Well, he could hardly complain about that. He kissed back, only a little disappointed when it broke after only a moment.

“Now, what did I do to deserve this? Tell me, so I can do it again.”

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my bravest knighttt... come hither ..... mmmwah !! ok you are dismissed

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@lights-flickering-flame | continued from [ x ]

Being a maid is far less than a woman like Eliane deserves, but Haurchefant can think of no other way to keep her safely within Camp Dragonhead's walls without someone complaining about him giving out aid and succor to someone without asking anything in return. At least this way, he can ensure her well being and safety, two things she had not had in abundance living out in the Highlands alone with her carbuncle.

“Of course, of course. The evening meal is being prepared now, but I would say there's a good chance that the cook may have a few portions already finished, if you're hungry now,” Haurchefant tells her, reaching out a hand to pat her on her shoulder.

“Do not worry about starting until the morning. I'll have you talk to the maid in charge tonight so we can decide what duties will be yours,” he continued companionably. “Worry not! She was hand picked for the job. She will get things done, but she is not unnecessarily cruel.”

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Haurchefant had no idea what had happened here, what had sent Rothalion on a journey from Thanalan to here, apparently on foot, or why he hadn't stopped somewhere for proper supplies. This was all side information, though, something to be processed later – right now, Rothalion needed his help, and that was all he needed to know.

He was wearing his chainmail, of course, which wouldn't lend well to sharing body heat, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from trying. Without another word, Haurchefant bent his knees to scoop Rothalion into his arms and pulled him close. The duskwight was much smaller than Haurchefant and proved not much problem to lift up.

“Do not worry, my friend,” he said. “Just try to stay awake until we get there. The chirurgeons will be glad of it if you are conscious enough to answer their questions.” Hypothermia did funny things to one's head, he knew, and if Rothalion were to lose consciousness, things would be quite bad. Fortunately, they weren't far from the camp, and Haurchefant did not have to worry about erecting a snow shelter and trying to keep him warm with body heat alone.

“Tell me, while we walk, what are you doing way out here?” he asked. It was less of a concern – the Warrior of Light was needed in many places, and perhaps Coerthas was one of them – and more of a way to keep Rothalion from losing consciousness.

Perhaps if he had had the time to grab something before fleeing he might have been even a little better prepared. His mail was still left within the Rising Stones, Rothalion prepped only for an audience with the Sultana that he expected to go no different than prior meetings with the leaders of each city state. His clothing had been chosen for its aesthetic and lighter fabric better suited to the dry heat of Ul'dah, yet since he had crossed through Thanalan and the Black Shroud both in an effort to reach... somewhere. Anywhere safe. Coerthas was really his only option, Ishgard still separate from the rest of Eorzea; no doubt the rumours would spread through the city states quickly. Needless to say his attire left much to be desired, Rothalion caring so little for whatever tears may lay upon the articles after days of traversing hostile paths to go unseen.

"Camp Dragonhead?" Was it close? Since crossing the border he had quickly lost where exactly he was. With cold baring down upon his in varying intensity he began to focus more on moving forward than what path to follow to any hospitable soul that may take him in. He was relieved to see that it was Haurchefant who had found him, for he had little faith in the rest of Coerthas caring to even glance his way. He was an outsider, evident in everything from his stature and skin to the light clothing upon his shoulders. An insane traveller, someone native to Gridania who has never seen snow and ice in their life? Hau was different, he was different when they first met and the man offered as much aid as he could when he had no obligation to. Even now, Rothalion just barely capable of picking himself up from the ice, he felt safe.

Everything hurt. His muscles were seizing from his travels, not an ilm of time taken to rest in his rush to escape. The cold felt like fire upon his skin, the tips of his fingers not yet frostbitten but near enough to it.

"I-I... don't know," he admitted. It took effort to so much as stand. "I've not.. stopped. I couldn't. Th-Thanalan... to Coerthas..." He could hardly dictate his thoughts straightforward. The way his body teetered on his feet made him appear closer to a tree bowed by heavy gales, the snow pinning his legs the only thing keeping him from being thrown back into the snow. He attempted a step forward... oh, gods. His leg barely pushed forward, foot just barely touching the ground before his knees buckle under his own weight and he slumps again. Teeth grind, his head bowing and ears lowering in disdain.

"... I d-don't think I-I can c-carry my weight..."

Embarrassing. What was a weapon that couldn't even walk? Get up. Get UP. He struggles, dragging his body back up through sheer stubbornness and desperation.

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“Hmm. Not a secret, but something you cannot tell me before you return,” Haurchefant echoes, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Interesting. One might think that that is the definition of a secret, but I would expect the Warrior of Light knows better than I.”

Haurchefant has a secret too. One that he has decided is better off staying a secret, now that he is bedridden; although, he isn't sure he can keep it that way. He isn't known for holding back his true feelings, after all. Certainly, he has some things he has kept secret – who doesn't, after all – but this sort of thing is...important.

Maybe if he confesses with an understanding that nothing is needed in return? Or would it just make Ambrose feel guilty if he told? He isn't sure, and that is the problem. Besides, his friendship with Ambrose is undeniably important to him. He doesn't want to lose that to the awkwardness that could follow a confession like that.

Besides, what has he to offer now? He may never walk again. He doesn't even have feeling in the more important areas. He cannot offer protection any longer. He cannot perform his duties as a knight. He doesn't regret a thing, obviously – Ambrose being alive and well is the most important thing – but he does wish he could at least still offer something.

“Well, I will look forward to hearing what you have to say, then,” Haurchefant says, still grasping Ambrose's hands in his own. Listening – that's something he can still do. “Just – be sure to come back to me.”

" I wouldn't discount it just yet. " Truth be told, he doesn't know what to expect at Azys Lla. Part of him wishes G'Raha Tia were here to help with his knowledge of the Allag, but alas, all they have are books and memories Ambrose has of the knowledge his friend had imparted upon him. Not a lot, by any means, and certainly not enough to feel confident going into this place. He feels more confident knowing Estinien will be there though.

The way Haurchefant grasps his hand pulls him out of those thoughts, lavender gaze flicking down to their hands as his own is squeezed. That feels nice, he thinks. He'd like that more often; and so he closes his own around the Elezen's and squeezes right back. In comparison, Haurchefant's hands are much bigger than his but that only makes them fit together better, Ambrose notices. A slight flush comes to his cheeks at the thought. " Yeah- Yeah, I'll come back. " He fumbles over words, lifting his gaze to catch Haurchefant's own.

" I don't mean to keep it a secret. " He smiles some, thumb running over knuckles affectionately. He truly doesn't want this to be a secret, just-- it doesn't feel right to tell him now, before he's off on another life-endangering mission where he knows Haurchefant will worry enough already.

" I will be as careful as I can be. "

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SIGHS DRAMATICALLY much to the surprise of no one, i made an estinien blog. he's just hw verse for now because i haven't gotten to the part in the msq where he comes back, and i'm not gonna promo it, but. i gUESS you can follow. if you want. it's @wyrmbloodcd.