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lone-wolf-lunagaron · 1 year

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A Stranger I Remain (Open RP)

The sun was shining brightly over the verdant hills and Fenrir as usual,continues his way of going wherever and whenever it suits him and not caring if he was close to a settlement or in the middle of a trade route. He is currently sitting on the hill in the middle of area 4 that leads into area 5. He was simply content with himself and felt the calm breeze on his face… Then,a particularly unpleasant memory rushed into his head… In the citadel…That evening… the blood of his mate and unborn pups… the walls of his den… every inch of it…stained in their blood… their corpses… the very sight…haunted him… never again does he want to be remind of his failures as a mate…and as a father. Deciding to leave the verdant hills,Fenrir got up and ran towards the boarder of the verdant hills. After about and hour of running,he ended up getting distracted by blue lighting flashing in the distance,followed by the roar of an Astalos. From observing hunters fighting an Astalos, Fenrir knew if he ended up bumping into one,he’d be in for quite a fight. After about a while and Just before he could refocus on leaving the verdant hills,the fanged wyvern crashed into another monster and let out a yelp in surprise,then the two went tumbling down.

Soon after,The Lunagaron and the monster he crashed into stopped tumbling and separated from each other. Fenrir quickly got up to face the monster…His eyes widened at the sight of a Deviant…the Boltreaver Astalos got up as well… Already Fenrir was annoyed but he did not falter… Ice began to form across his body… his ears got longer… His back spikes grew longer…his claws bigger and sharper and the fanged wyvern stood bipedal and let out a loud roar that sounded like cold winds blowing in,followed immediately by an even louder howl. Then he charged at the flying wyvern…

The battle was long…the battle was bloody… The Boltreaver Astalos was still alive…although covered in numerous laceration wounds and bleeding heavily from said laceration wounds,it’s wings ripped to pieces… part of It’s tail sliced to ribbons… and much of it’s crest…torn to shreds… the fanged wyvern has claimed victory…although the lunagaron did not walk away from the battle without some injuries of his own… a broken claw,numerous scars across his body from the Astalos’s talons and a broken hind leg. While Fenrir knew he had to stop in order to recover from his injuries,he can’t… not while he’s out in the open… He coughed up blood and the fanged wyvern was whining from the amount of pain he was under from his broken left hind leg that he kept lifted off the ground… but he didn’t let that stop him from trying to leave the verdant hills and continued limping… after few hours of limping, Fenrir took a short break to lick his wounds… he started with the small cut on his right paw… then moved on to a slightly bigger scar on his shoulder that was bleeding a little… Now satisfied with his little excessive licking session, the Lunagaron slowly got up while trying not to worsen his leg injury. He shut his eyes tightly and gnashed his teeth from the pain of his broken leg. Unable to take the agony anymore, Fenrir howled out loudly in pain… Now back on his…er-three feet, Fenrir continued limping his way out of the verdant hills.

After hours of continuous limping,Fenrir could see Kokoto village in the corner of his eyes. Thoughts began rushing into his head… What if Kokoto village sent their hunter after Fenrir? Would they be hostile to him just passing by? Would they leave him alone? Are they aware of the name some called him… “Garm”? The Lunagaron always hated being called by that name. While he never ever bothered with getting to know the humans and wyverians,he did hear from somewhere the chief of Kokoto village was a legendary hunter until the 5 incident. “Hmph… probably deserved it…” The lunagaron muttered to himself. Then he let out a very loud but short yelp from sudden intense pain from his broken hind leg and he whined from the agony it was inflicting onto him… he was panting and quite heavily at that to catch his breath and calm down. The he decided to catch a small break,Fenrir laid down on his side and went to sleep in an effort to ignore the sheer pain and agony his left hind leg was causing him.

Part of Fenrir wanted to get as far away from the village as possible but at the same time… the lunagaron knew if he continued and passes by the village,his leg will never heal…and he’d be condemning himself to death… But after the amount of poacher camps he escaped from,after all the blood that stained his claws and canines… Why should he trust humans now? They’ve never given him good enough reason to trust them,and why should the fanged wyvern trust them now? Taking one final look at the too-close-for-comfort Kokoto village,the lunagaron closes his eyes and attempts to get sleep, still whining and whimpering from the sheer pain of his broken leg.

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cheshire-shuntaro · 10 months

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Alice in Borderland - Drug Cartel AU

This AU here was inspired by @andromedagarcia telling me about a city of Sanlúcar and how a drug cartel operates there in the open, so thank you. In the story I wrote Hatter operates a drug cartel in Argentina and Chishiya is the head of the lab, responsible for producing drugs. I want to invite y'all to add your little brick to this AU. Anyone and everyone is encouraged to join! Ways you could participate: 1. Imagining your own muse as they find themselves in the story outlined here and writing it as an independed fic. 2. Talking with the fellow writers on here and writing an RP starter or a short thread within the AU 3. Making art or moodboards or anything other you feel inspired to make. 4. Make sure you tag your pieces #aib drug cartel AU so I can find them and compile them

The scorching July sun of Mar de Plata broke through the blinds, landing directly on Chishiya’s eyelids, jolting him from a distant dream of his homeland. In his haze he saw nights where the air is not made up of cocaine particles or the odor of death, restricting his airways to a point of having to regurgitate his stomach contents. Instead, he felt the sea breeze on his face, the familiar neon-coloured streets of Tokyo reflected on his pale skin. Shuntaro was aware that the snippets of his past reality slipping through his fingers like the ever present beach sand were just a collection of romanticized movie clips more than anything else. The fact was that he would loath his existence regardless of the location he was currently residing in, these visions simply reminded him of much calmer and carefree times in his life.

Life was not kind to him with the set of parents he was given, not in a sense of being underprivileged financially - his father owned a hospital after all, but in a sense of being left to learn the ways of the world on his own. His dad’s eyes and belt focused on him solely when he got into mischief or ignored his orders; as a result, Chishiya had taught himself to take every opportunity to spite him. At first, he made himself believe that he did so because he came to love the way his father’s visage twisted with red, hot anger to a point of cartoonish steam coming out of his ears.

With the insight of years under his belt, Chishiya came to the conclusion that those were simply desperate and pathetic attempts at getting a crumb of his father’s attention. His mother was not abusive herself, but permissive of her husband’s belt treatment and that was enough for Shuntaro to loathe her even more than his father. He can distinctly remember the last time she hugged him, he was about 12 years old, she had embraced him and whispered into his ear that this was the last hug she would ever spare for him, that from this moment on he was a man and that it would be in his best interest to start acting like one. After that, it was not uncommon for her to hold him down while his father beat him senseless.

Looking back at the years spent at his given parents’ house he could not help but think of himself as a lesser human being, for not taking any active action against the abuse. Many would say now that he could not have known because he was a child after all, but he still held a particular hatred in his heart for this no-good idiot who decided to stay there until he was 16 to search for alternatives.

Thankfully, these alternatives appeared as soon as he ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back and the deep purple bruise on his face. A man who called himself Mad Hatter extended a helping hand, not only towards him but towards several young men and women in need of stability and purpose in life. He ran a lucrative drug enterprise in the heart of Tokyo and had a particular knack for noticing hidden genius within a person. He correctly established that Shuntaro had a certain affinity for exact sciences, more specifically Chemistry, so since day one he would push, knead and mold his brilliant mind to work in his own favour.

It was merely a matter of years before Chishiya became the master of his trade, far surpassing Hatters’ expectations towards him. The lab was his kingdom, every day he would sway in-between solid metal tables glistening under the dim light of the warehouse, dust-mask and white scrubs on, making sure that all of his employees stick to the recipe. He got what he wanted out of life in the end — stability and power which both gave him opportunities to maneuver in directions sometimes beneficial to him, but, all good things come to an end one way or another.

For Chishiya it had begun with an announcement from Hatter and Aguni on one stormy night. Soon before it, the police busted and closed one of their biggest labs, the mood among the more experienced members of the gang was sour and hopeless. They needed, no, they craved a promise of grandeur, a slightly mad plan that would help them be born anew.

Argentina. There is a hole in the drug market there, waiting to be claimed and we were to be the colonizers who would discover and seize the land as our own, Hatter said. He was a very persuasive man with a spark of insanity within him, so, almost everyone believed him blindly when he uttered those words. Chishiya was not among the enthusiastic ones but he was soon proved to be wrong, because 8 years later he was laying on very expensive bed, with AC humming in the background and the sun he came to loathe so very much, prying his eyes open from the hazy memories of the past.

It wasn’t just the sun, the clock struck 8:00 on Sunday, which meant in two hours time he would be standing before Hatter, or as he demanded to be called here — El Sombrerero Loco, reporting on the in and outs of his labs here in Mar de Plata.

For Chishiya these weekly meetings with his once saviour were dreadfully boring and unnecessary, every time he sat in the leather seat before El Sombrerero’s desk he had a déjà vu. Yes the new formula is in the works, Chishiya just needs a little more time, yes the delivery to Buenos Aires went without hiccups, yes your new Bugatti is splendid, yes your wife is as radiant as always, yes, yes, yes — on loop, every week.

What made matters worse was his visibly deteriorating mental state, not only he grew bolder in the ambitions department, since Aguni decided to amicably split from his grand empire he lacked a counterbalance of reason to his ambition and slowly but surely spiraled into madness. The material things that he could have within a blink of an eye did not satiate his desire for ultimate, less tangible things, like power.

Naturally, he did not complain about the lack of it, but as it often is the case with authority those who already possess it usually never get enough of it. With passing years his interest in expanding or, at least, keeping his drug enterprise afloat waned as he turned his gaze to other opportunities. His ideas became increasingly more curious and... mad.

Last year, to give an example, he decided to run for mayor of Mar de Plata. He lost of course, so the locals felt his fist tightening around the throat of the city a little bit more, in various ways. It was no secret what he did and what he was, even the local police stood no chance against his twisted ways of covering his tracks.

So, here stood Chishiya, amongst the many sins of one man hungry for power inside his slowly crumbling kingdom, with a legion of people loyal to El Sombrerero or simply tangled within this mess, each with a different story to tell.

But, alas, this right here is Chishiya’s story to tell, so let us get back to the Sunday sun. He woke up, an empty space beside him in bed, wondering where she might have gone to this morning or perhaps the previous night. That was in Irma’s nature - to wander the paths she chose; he became used to it over the time of their marriage.

The cold shower washed away the reminders of the prickly sunlight that had the audacity to wake him up, and the delicious breakfast consisting of tostadas served with mermelada and queso crema reassured him that perhaps the meeting with his boss would surprise him, a deviation from the dreadfully boring repetition of those.

He got into his car, put on the AC and drove to get himself a cup of coffee, as he had done every day for the past 8 years. „No Coffee, No Prana” was usually less crowded, but this Sunday morning the line for fresh coffee curled around the block, full of pedestrians from all walks of life in which he took the last place.

Chishiya was an incredibly perceptive person, he thought it came from observing the micro expressions on his dad’s face when he was beginning to lose patience with him. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to notice that he was, in fact, being followed. Two people. They had parked a few cars behind him, and right now they were sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the street, their eyes darting to him occasionally. What was most curious about them is that they were gringos as locals call them, from a mile away you could tell that they did not belong amongst the crowds of tan-skinned people so prevalent here. Americans, Chishiya thought. Foreign intelligence agents, perhaps? Or maybe it was just Hatter’s paranoia rubbing off on him, because by the time he had exited the cafe, they were gone, them and their white Volvo sedan.

He quickly forgot about them when he pulled up in front of Hatter’s ridiculously sized villa. It was a massive and luxurious complex, the crown jewel of his kingdom. First the visitor would notice ancient greek statues in his front garden (unclear whether they were originals or not - very likely that they were), exotic trees from all over the world, radiant, multi-coloured flowers encircling the whole complex.

The amount of flowers and abundance of sweet aromas was almost contrarian to the machismo culture Hatter had slightly adopted since moving here. He always said that the garden was his wife’s kingdom, which she apparently designed herself; his kingdom was inside the house. They did not have any children but the mansion could comfortably hold at least 4 families with 2 children each. It felt ridiculously overdecorated, each room consequently held in art déco style with its hues of gold, black and brown, curling metallic spirals and leaf-like patterns. Amongst the splendour trotted a legion of men and women guarding the grounds of the complex or simply tending to its many rooms and flowers. Each and every one of them greeted Chishiya with a courteous nod when he passed them by, entering the mansion, his steps echoing throughout the winding corridor until he reached El Sombrero’s office, he knocked thrice on the sharp-edged oak door, as always waiting to be invited inside by his superior.

„¿Quien va alla? [Who goes there?]” a slightly annoyed and startled voice boomed from the other side, indicating being caught doing something red-handed. „Mierda, en seguida, huh? [Fuck, wait a moment, huh?]”

„Soy yo, El Conejo Blanco, es éste un mal momento? [It’s me White Rabbit, is now a a bad time?]” Chishiya said, bringing his head closer to the door to suss out what is happening on the other side, but before he could do that, he heard the other door to Hatter’s office open and close very carefully.

„Oh, it’s you, hijo [son]! Come on in, come on in then!” Hatter said, beckoning him inside.

Chishiya didn’t have to be told twice, he pushed the door open and gave a nod to the man sitting on the other side of the desk. The 8 years took a toll on him, he was older and there were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, his skin was tanned, his hair was salt and pepper now, pulled into a messy bun most of the time and a beard he sometimes shaved if the summer was particularly scorching.

„You are punctual as always.” Hatter commented, closing his silk robe meticulously, „Coffee, tea, something stronger?” He said, gesturing to a bar cart with various drinks behind him.

„You are most gracious, but no, thank you I already had my morning coffee.” Chishiya said, half-smiling. „I have been thinking about our latest shipment to...” He begun speaking business as the clock struck 10:00, it was time for the weekly report, and he thought to better get on with it, but before he had the chance to finish, Hatter blew a raspberry at him. He started to form the sentence anew but the same thing happened. „Is everything quite alright?” Chishiya asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.

Hatter unexpectedly pulled himself up from his chair and jumped on it, assuming a squatting position with his elbows on his knees.

„Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for noticing, you see, my front garden? It looks really... bland, not an ounce of character up in this bitch, I need something to freshen it up.” Hatter uttered these words at a speed which made Shuntaro raise his eyebrow slightly, his boss was clearly high on his own product.

„I need you to bring me a few of those cute striped kitties they are keeping in the zoo in town. There is a banquet planned for tomorrow and the Chief of Police is invited, so I am in need of something that has the wow effect, so to speak.” Hatter said, his eyes widening.

Cute striped kitties? He did not mean the endangered Andean Cat, surely? Chishiya quickly gathered that Hatter was in one of his moods, therefore, the best way to proceed without unnecessary drama was to nod and smile, so he did just that.

„Of course, boss, whatever you wish. We could not let the Chief of Police go unwowed, of course. Do you wish me proceed with reporting this weeks’ state of the lab?”

„No, no. Just send in your assistant, tell them to come in the evening.” Hatter answered, waving his hand dismissively. „You are free to go too, you have a lot on your plate right now, hijo.” He added, standing up yet again, leaning over his desk.

„As you say. I will see you later then, cats in hand.” Chishiya said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt order, but as told, he simply got up and started walking back to his car with a puzzled expression on his face.

This was the first time Chishiya saw Hatter in such a state; the jittering, the empty, gaze wandering around the room, were not uncommon, but, did not last long previously. They were but glimpses and blips in between the moments in which he was his usual, charismatic self. But this morning he seemed to cross the line between sanity and craziness. Also, the outrageous request that would most likely end up with him getting locked up for a petty crime in comparison to the mountain of sins he has already committed. Chishiya had never trusted his gut feelings, mostly relying on logic and hard facts but this time his gut was very insistent on the fact that this Sunday morning was the beginning to an end.

As his fingers curled around his car door handle his fingertips felt something that was not previously there - a soft, smooth material. He took the mysterious object out - it was a piece of paper stuck to the inside with a moist gum, indicating that whoever left it was still in the vicinity, he looked around before unraveling it.

„The lions are closing in, White Rabbit, if you don’t wish to get mauled with the rest of them, find me here, tomorrow at 6 — Av. Independencia 2602, white Volvo sedan”

It turns out that he was followed, after all. It was not particularly hard to keep his expressions neutral in case of prying eyes because he was always very good at it. But the fact that they knew not only his internal code name but where he lived, was really, really, really bad.

So, his gut was right, this was the beginning to an end, he thought as he put the piece of paper into the pocket of his trousers and started the engine of his car.

#aib drug cartel au #aib rp #cheshireshuntaro

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thedickgraysonrp · 8 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

RULES: bold which thing your mun prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs. Italics if both or undecided.

peace or war / sun or stars / flowers or trees / crescent moon or full moon / streets or skyscrapers / rooftops or balconies / ink or glitter / life or death / order or chaos / candle or bonfire / ocean or sky / leather or silk / sweet or sour / overstimulation or under stimulation / book or letter / soft or coarse / fight or flight / spoken or written / silver or gold / playing cards or tarot cards / circles or angles / cramped or vast / checkers or chess

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#tag game #dick grayson #nightwing

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sparklecinnamonbunny · 9 months

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Qwispy!

Your OC accidentally helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse and was rewarded with a "favor." They then find themselves in a position where they need to make that call. -What is the situation and how bad does it have to be to make that call? -Is it a successful mission or does it require a few steps to complete? -What if the mob wont let your OC go afterwards? Is your OC willing to make peace with that fact or find a way out of it?

This one got away from me I'm not gonna lie. It's close to 2000 words. I'll RB this with the AO3 link once I post it over there. This prompt was *perfect* for my old RP character, so I couldn't help putting her (and her right hand man) in as supporting characters.

Under the cut: Envy Greenberg's Dance with the Devil.

Skid Row, Los Angeles, California - 1989

Envy turns the bolt and yanks on the front door to make sure it won’t budge. Another late, hectic night on the books. Running a bar (especially a dive like Cobalt) is simultaneously the most rewarding and most frustrating thing she’s done in her life. The day that she doesn’t have to get physical with a customer will be… well, probably the day she opens another bar.

She does another sweep and lets herself out the back. Go home. Sleep. Eat. Do it again. Before her keys are out of the lock, she sees a car rolling up in the steel door’s reflection.

“I know you ain’t bouta rob me right now…” she mutters, popping the door back open and grabbing her nail bat from inside. Won’t stop someone who’s really hurting for cash, but it’ll make them think twice about it. Envy locks up again and slowly walks out into the lot, bat at hand.

A long, black sedan sits in the middle of her parking lot, tilted down on one side. Flat tire in the back. The driver steps out and stares. Tall white dude, medium build. Nice suit. Either a Family man (and she thought she left those on the East Coast) or an important cop. She’s not sure which is worse. If it’s the former, she could probably take him if he’s not carrying. The latter would just take a while. Probably want to see her paperwork. Then he’d want a drink. She’d be lucky to get home before the sun’s up.

Her keys jingle when she moves. He whirls around. “Hey! You work here?”

“We’re closed.” Maybe if she keeps it short and doesn’t stop walking, she can get out of this.

“I don’t want trouble. I got a flat, was wondering if you’d help a pal out. I can make it worth your while.” The only thing that’s worth her while right now is her bed. Envy keeps walking. “Didn’t I see you at that protest last month?”

“No you didn’t!” She calls over her shoulder. He thinks he’s real slick, huh? He didn’t see her if she was there, that’s for sure. There might not be that many big black queens with battle vests and locs this side of town, but this one kept her damn face covered.

“Listen!” He exclaims as she reaches her trunk. “I got friends in high places and no spare in the trunk. You help me with this, I’ll scratch your back one day. I promise.”

“Here’s some help: There’s a pay phone down 6th. Call your friends. Or a tow.”

“This isn’t the kind of thing I can trust a tow with. Please. I'm good for it.”

Against her better judgment, Envy puts her spare on the mobster’s car for $20 and a phone number scrawled on an old receipt. The guy vows over and over that if she calls, he’ll help her, but she’s not counting on it.

Hollywood, Los Angeles, California - 2006

Envy pushes up her reading glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose. Agreeing to add playrooms to her new goth club sounded like such a good idea from the outset. Club Hedonism’s been looking for a place to run secondary events and host meetings during their more ‘controversial’ events (looking at you, Willy’s Wild ‘n’ Wet Watersports Week), and it seemed obvious to offer Midnight up.

Unfortunately, the City of Los Angeles has decided to fuck her instead. The building changes she’ll have to make in order to accommodate the playrooms have totally changed the scope of the project. For once, it’s not a money issue, thanks to Hedonism’s contract and her new submissive’s insistence to help— She needs to get new permits before any work can continue, and the city’s not budging.

She starts to punch in the submissive’s number (Isn’t her brother Dethklok’s manager? Maybe she can get a referral for a better lawyer. The one she’s got now hasn’t done shit), then stops, pulling a crumpled receipt out of her desk drawer. That’s right, the time she changed a mobster’s tire. Well, if the guy’s still alive, maybe he can pull some strings with the city. That’s what they do in the Family, isn’t it?

After two rings, a woman with an alluring voice answers. Envy almost hangs up at her Hello? but figures there’s no harm in trying.

“I’m looking for a Rob Muratori?”

Her tone drops instantly. “How did you get this number?”

“He gave it to me after I changed a flat for him in ‘89. I understand if—“

She gives a world-weary sigh and says, “You’re lucky he’s here. Hold on. Rob, vieni subito qui!”

They shout back and forth in Italian for a moment, then Envy hears the telltale sound of a phone being handed over.

“Hey, this is Muratori. No funny business or I’ll find ya!” He laughs, but it’s clear he’s serious about it.

“You might not remember me. I changed a flat for you outside a dive bar called Cobalt in 1989. You gave me this number and said I could call you for a favor.”

“No, I remember you,” he assures, warm tone not quite hiding the menace beneath. “You’re Envy, right? Envy Greenberg. Last weekend, you hosted a rope tutorial at Club Hedonism.”

Envy holds her hand over the phone’s receiver and murmurs, “What the fuck?” to herself before bringing it back to her ear. She replies weakly, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Cool, just making sure I got it straight. What can I do for you, Envy?”

“Do you know anybody that could help me get some permits through the city? Zoning’s blocking my new club. I didn’t really know where else to turn.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. My uh, friend that answered the phone is real good with contracts. She can grease some wheels downtown and get your project back on track.”

She should be glad it’s working out, but she feels like she’s signing a pact with the Devil. Envy forces a smile into her words as she replies, “Great.”

They make plans for his lawyer-friend to meet her at Club Hedonism the following weekend, as it turns out she’s a member. Envy books them a room. Some things are best discussed in complete privacy. Before they get off the line, Rob makes sure to tell her not to invite anyone else along. It kills her plan to invite her new submissive as buffer before it can crawl.

She waits in the negotiation room for what feels like an hour, jittering her knees until they might bruise. When Muratori’s friend finally shows, she’s not like any lawyer Envy’s ever seen. The lingerie is typical Hedonism fare, but she struts on platform heels like she just got off the pole. Let alone the Az-worthy blue hair. In fact, she would’ve asked her to leave if it weren’t for the gangster rose tatted on one of her arms and the hard look on her face.

“I trust you brought the paperwork,” she says in lieu of introduction. Her voice is back to sultry, but it doesn’t have the same effect now that she can hear the criminal underneath. She’s the sort of fierce beauty that Envy’d normally go silly for. It isn’t getting her blood pumping this time.

“Yeah. Plans and stuff too, in case you need to double check I’m applying for the right zoning permits.”

“That won’t be a problem. Rob’s taking care of my retainer for this, but I do still need you to sign a few things.” She sniffles a little. She bets she knows where that retainer’s going.

“For sure.” It would’ve been nice to have Sunday here, if only to make sure she isn’t signing herself into a corner. That’s probably why Muratori insisted she meet the lawyer alone.

She learns the woman’s name through the paperwork, at least. Darian Ambrosia. Envy would prefer to take her time and read everything over, but Darian’s piercing stare makes her rush. Steel grey eyes follow her every movement. Envy starts to sweat. Stiletto nails drum the table with coked out impatience. Envy reads a little faster.

When they finish, Darian softens those killer eyes and asks, “I try not to mix business and pleasure, but are you taking clients right now?”

Thank God for Sunday, Envy thinks and answers, “Not right now, I just took on a new submissive. It’ll be a while before I’m available for new play partners again.”

“I wonder if Ms. Mourning knows how lucky she really is. Let her know Rob and I are fans.”

“Uh-huh.” Damn, they’re gonna bring her subs into this? Guess it’s hard to get at her family when they’re all on the East Coast.

Despite the thug behavior, Darian and Rob are as good as their word. Envy only has to live with a pit in her stomach for three weeks before the permits go through and she’s back to expressing her stress with a sledgehammer. She stays glancing over her shoulder, though. A few years later, the other shoe drops.

Las Vegas, Nevada - 2010

The downturn hits Turquoise the hardest of her establishments. Figures. Vegas is not quite as recession-proof as Hollywood, and a decrease in tourists means a decrease in money all around. She’s having the opposite of a pleasant vacation. Laying off a bunch of cocktail waitresses isn’t her idea of a good time. Doing it in person with severance is the best she can do, and even that’s not as much as her girls deserve.

All this to say that by the end of her tear-soaked, chlorine-scented day, Envy’s feeling rotten to the core. All she wants to do is get in her car and spend the five hour drive back to LA shouting along to old Misfits CDs, but God has something else in mind.

There’s a couple in dark suits leaning against the car next to hers. Darian’s hair is platinum blonde now, but she can’t miss the gunslinger’s glares on her and her companion’s faces.

“Mr. Muratori, Ms. Ambrosia. Enjoying a weekend getaway?”

“Something like that,” Rob Muratori agrees, flashing his killer’s grin. “Get in the van.”

“I’m good. I got a long drive back to LA, and my submissive’s waiting on me for an appointment.”

“That’s interesting, since the news won’t shut up about Nathan Explosion proposing to her at Paris Disneyland,” Darian drawls, checking her manicure. The tattoos have crawled down to her hands now. Between those and the hungry look in her cheeks, Envy doubts she’s been doing much legal work lately.

“Ms. Greenberg, it’ll be easier for everyone if you come along. Your car will still be here when you come back.”

Rob’s reassurance does little to soothe Envy’s nerves. She didn’t want to get mixed up in this to begin with, and she’s not going to do favors back and forth with them forever. He’s skinnier than she remembers, too. She stands firm. Might be able to take him on if he tries to grab her.

He shifts to put a hand on his hip and Envy catches a glimpse of a pistol inside his suit jacket. Never mind, she’s going along for this one. “You promise I’ll be home in time for dinner?”

“If everything goes like it should, I’ll make you dinner myself. You like Italian?”

“Who doesn’t?”

It turns out he needs her as backup muscle for a deal. She stands at a door with a gun on her hip while Rob and Darian ‘convince’ a debtor to pay up. No blood is spilled, yet she feels filthy once they’re done. She’ll be scrubbing herself raw in the shower tonight.

Rob’s pleased with the results and promises Envy another favor. She silently vows never to be down bad enough to take it.

#mtl oc #metalocalypse fanfic #storyteller saturday #envy greenberg

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summitclan-chronicles · 5 months

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if one irl week is 3 days in rp, does in rp time move at irl speed? you said you weren't doing liquid time for the rp (though that's confusing, since usually if you aren't following real time at all you're under the "liquid time" umbrella), so i'm assuming 1 month irl = i month irp. where does all the time go, and how is it decided when in the month rps take place?

Hullo!

First, I want to say: this ask made me realize my definition of "liquid time" might be .... outdated !!! this ask is using it in an entirely different context!

That being said, let me clarify:

The time doesn't go anywhere! It just is what it is. That's how time works and there's nothing else really to say: the cats don't know anything different, and don't measure by specific numbers of days or weeks, only moons and halves thereof. "A half-moon" is what it is: half the month, both from an IRL standpoint and IRP.

Daily time is not to-scale with month/yearly time in Summitclan, and is mainly ornamental to add a sense of time passing without it being too fast. The time system isn't built to be accurate or to scale, it's to add flavor and pizazz while also allowing extensive time for slice of life styled threads! Months, seasons and years pass as they do IRL, while days and weeks do not.

The above being said -- essentially, on "day" days (Monday, Wednesday & Friday) things behave as normal in EST. Noon is when the sun is highest. On "night" days (Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday & Sunday) the opposite is true: at noon EST, it's the moon Summitclan sees in the sky, but applied to night the times are roughly accurate (at 9am on Thursday, a Summitclan cat would see the moon at the bottom of the sky & rising; at 10pmEST that same Thursday, the moon would be nearing the west horizon.)

The day a thread starts is when it takes place. All threads happen in succession, no skips forward nor back. Once a day has passed it has gone forever, just like life! (Things are totally allowed to happen offscreen though - once they're canonized no takesies backsies!)

I hope this answers any remaining confusion (but if not, keep asking!). Now I'll provide this for clarity:

LIQUID TIME (old) -- a single rp character being in multiple coexisting threads at once, so long as they do not overlap/create paradoxes. It's up to the players to remember what threads come before which, and what characters would and should be present or able.

LIQUID TIME (new) -- a roleplay that deviates from the real-world passage of time; this might be lengthening or shortening days, weeks, months, seasons, etc. in order to make a roleplay easier to manage or more convenient for players.

#ask #thank you so much for writing in!#today i gained a new brain cell #shimmery 90s cartoon noise

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varian-the-unstable-alchemist · 2 years

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Grom - Your muse will have to battle their worse fear. This beast will display what their worst fear is, all while trying to kill the muse. In order to stop this, the muse must slay the beast.

Varian was walking down the street. He had headphones on, a pair he bought from a tech store down the street, and was listening to a playlist titled "Be Happy." He didn't seem to be paying attention to much anything around him. He'd been feeling... actually alright for weeks. He was nearly 2 months clean and hadn't had a depressive episode in days. He even looked like he'd been sleeping better and putting an effort into fighting his eating disorder, the bags under his eyes having faded slightly and looking not nearly as thin as he had before.

As a result of this, he was a lot more relaxed than he usually was, and thus didn't notice when a dark undulating substance started forming around his feet, swirling around him. Not even when a large amount of it rose up behind him, two glowing white eyes opening in the dark mass, looking down at the unsuspecting teen.

// semi-closed rp, only those who Varian is close to-

@purple-steven @shattered-ecilpse-varian @bubble-steven @some-mirror-child @eyepatch-child @sun-and-moon-sb

#tw eating issues #tw eating disorder mention #Here we go :)#Rp starter

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yourmusicmuse · 2 years

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Hey y'all! I'm looking to RP some more, so I'm making this post to spread the word!! I primarily do it on Discord, but if you would prefer to do it elsewhere, we can talk out in DMs! Here are my details! :)

Fandoms (in no particular order):

-Hadestown

-Hamilton

-Encanto

-Gravity Falls

-SIX

-Heathers

-Beetlejuice

-Harry Potter

-Ducktales 2017

-Pokémon (I primarily RP Sun/Moon and Sword/Shield)

-Warrior Cats

-I will also do fandomless roleplays!

What I Won't Do:

-Triggering topics such as suicide, self harm, drug overdoses and eating disorders

-NSFW with people under 18

-Anything else I am uncomfortable with (I will let you know!)

-One-liners. I need at least 3 lines in a response!

What I Will Do:

-OC x Canon (Let's talk about it before!)

-OC x OC

-Canon x Canon (depending on the ship and how well I can play those characters!)

-Fluff, Angst, Whump and ((maybe)) NSFW (must be 18+ as mentioned previously!)

Other Things You Might Need To Know:

-My Timezone is Mountain Standard Time (GMT -7, I believe?) I'm eternally online though, so chances are that I will be awake lmao.

-I tend to mirror my partner, but I am generally semi-literate!

-I use Tupperbox, so if you know how to use it, that is super helpful! If you don't, I can try and teach you how to use it, I've done it before so I can do it again!

-I struggle with a lot of health issues and sometimes I won't get responses in! Sometimes I just need a reminder, so don't be afraid to ping me and remind me politely!

Interact with this post or DM me and I will reach out! I hope to hear from and RP with you soon!! :D

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bigbearbigworld · 10 months

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Howdy!! I’m looking for a super chill rp partner. I currently don’t have one so I would love to have something long term!

Here are a few things I’m looking for in a partner:

Someone who is willing to talk OOC!! I wanna make friends and toss ideas back and forth. So I would love to have full conversations about our blorbos and yknow be friends!!

Understand that I have a busy life and because of that I might be really exhausted at the end of the day. I will always try to reply asap, but I do have a full time job that is mentally taxing sometimes.

This is super important: I am 27(almost 28) years old and really prefer to rp with anyone over 25. I can make exceptions but not for under 20. It’s just something I’m more comfortable with.

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My rp writing sample:

Boy, the amount of scoffing Wolfwood was about to do at the threat of Vash the Stampede. Yeah, as if that wasn't the same guy who cried over a dog breaking its leg. Wolfwood grunted and waved a dismissive hand because, well, maybe he was looking for this bastard anyways. Nevertheless, the priest carried his weight as he went to go find this place. Besides, it seemed like a general place to start-- to rest that is. Not that he was absolutely looking for him.

Wiping some sweat off his brow, Wolfwood noted that the sun was going down as he approached the door. Knocking heavily on the door with the back of his knuckle, he glanced around and eyed the lingering townsfolk. They were eyeing him, watching to see if he was also going to start some trouble.

Boy, they were definitely in for a surprise.

After a moment of waiting, Wolfwood knocked again and quirked a brow, "Is this even the right place?" He huffed as he looked over the paper.

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What I’m looking for:

— A Vash rper or/and Wolfwood rper!! I’m happy to play either role! Most of the time I prefer Wolfwood, but I’m absolutely happy to go with the motions of the ocean — NSFW, Dark, angsty, shippy stuff. I’m good with writing NSFW (Whether that’s smut, dark themes, etc etc) let’s just talk about it — Plots: I am full of ideas when given the chance but I am going to have to get comfy with you in order to flourish a bunch of ideas! so when we start i absolutely wanna do a simple but hefty thread!

Edit: I also accept OC’s!! We just need to discuss plotting and stuff :))

There’s the basics!! Plz lemme know if any of y’all have questions!!

#trigun stampede #trigun rp #tristamp rp #hahahah i have many plot ideas please help

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familiarstale · 1 year

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Nixy was meant to be the only Eclipse I made

oops Pixel happend and they're more of a solar eclipse rather than a fusion of sun and moon eclipse like Nix is

a very tiny arcade eclipse with a love of star-shaped chewy stim-toys, ribbons and has a Pokemon MissingNo tail-tip Even though I dont really rp here anymore, Pixie Sticks is being added here

close up of Pixel’s arcade because I just really like how it came out

some info on this tiny digital mans under a read-more

Name: Pixel Also responds to: Pix, Pixie, Pixie Sticks, Eclipse Pronouns: He/It/They True Neutral First started to form: Feb 14 Code says he’s about 23 but he doesn’t act it Most likely AroAce but might be Demi Languages Known: Any it can download into itself

The arcade cabinet started to get a glitch after Sunny took out its need for faz-tokens in order to be played, Pixel came from the day/night cycle glitching into each other

Pixel has full control over anything internal in the arcade cabinet. He can’t push the buttons in or move the joystick but he can go anywhere on the screen, mess with gameplay elements - like causing balloons to just pop etc and mess with the high scores. He messes with Sunny’s high score a lot finding it funny

Pixel can’t speak from the arcade. there are game sounds but it’s not enough to let speak though - the only way he can communicate is through making text boxes appear or though gestures, facial expressions or tapping on the screen

Often he will pull of a ‘black curtain’ to make it look like the arcade is switched off

Pixel spies on the brothers - or anyone really - whenever they’re in the balcony room and this is how its learned any and all social cues which he’s not really good at and can often make mistakes thinking something is normal when it might be an unhealthy coping tactic

Pixel doesn’t like being confined to an arcade cabinet, its lonely and finds it very boring

he could be moved to another device by plugging said device into the arcade and downloading him into it. If that were to happen he would have full control over anything digitally on said device - if it were a tablet or phone he would have control over all the apps - but he still would not be able to physically move it around himself

if connected to the internet Pixel could potentially travel through it to another device with WiFi but if presented with this idea he would mostly likely be afraid to try it in fear of getting lost and scrambled up in other code

if discovered he will try to still hide until eventually revealing itself but ask whoever made the discovery to keep it to themselves

it’s not always easy to get a grasp on what Pixel’s personality even is: sometimes through text boxes he can be snarky or rude, but then also some secret caring can slip through

there are moments were he even seems to contradict himself: afraid of being discovered but finding it fun to mess with someone playing as a haunted game

Pixel’s name is given to it when its eventually discovered by the trio of brothers

When changing his appearance his pixels have a shimmery effect and changes as the shimmer goes across

Having been ‘born’ in the arcade, it’s very much apart of Pixel and he can’t be permanently removed from it. He can be temporarily removed for a few days at a time though

Pixel’s favorite colours are blue and hot pink

Because it lives in an arcade cabinet, Pix isn’t used to being touched, it sees the brothers hug each other but he’s never been hugged himself. The first time he is hugged he freezes and tears up from how touch-starved he is

Pix likes bows and has a large blue one around his neck and waist, and small pink ones around his wrists. He struggles with the Eclipse-Interests™ and he has an interest in Stars that he’s unable to shake

Pixel added a tail into his code when he saw so many others with tails. The tip is shaped as the pokemon MissingNo glitch

Pixie is pretty good at making viruses

because he’s completely digital he has some light shapeshifting abilities. when he is able to have a temporary body he’s able to go into, its made out of nanomachines which allows him to keep the light shapeshifting when out. When he does finally get a physical body, its 4 ft tall

Pixel really likes chewy stim toys. When in the arcade he programs a few in there

While out its gotten a few to chew on kept hidden under its ribbons. The stim toys are either hot pink or blue and star-shaped

#fnaf security breach #Eclipse #Eclipse FNAF #Arcade Eclipse #Eclipse oc #sundrop #fnaf sun #sunnydrop #fnaf sunrise #fnaf Moon #moondrop #fnaf Moonrise #art

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starrysnowdrop · 2 years

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Character Profile 🎋

R’angi Tia

Since it is VERY long, it is under a cut. Thank you so much for reading!!! 🥰💖

((Updated as of patch 6.1, 06/13/22))

BASICS//

Name: R’angi Tia

Name Meaning: Taken from the Maori name “Rangi” meaning “God of the Sky”.

Unsundered Name: Achilles

Age: 32 by EW

Nameday: 30th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon (February 27th)

Gender: Male

Race: Miqo’te

Tribe: Seeker of the Sun

Nationality: Hingan

Languages: Modern Hingan, Most Far Eastern Dialects, and Eorzean Common Tongue

Profession: Vagabond

Education Level: Home schooled by private tutors in Hingashi

BLOODLINES//

Father: Lord R’bhasa Nunh (48 in ARR)

Mother: Lady R’tekmi (45 in ARR)

Siblings: 2 brothers, elder brother R’behzi (Aged 35) and younger brother R’rhen (Aged 28); Numerous half-siblings born of his father

Extended Family: Large extended family, but his best friend is his brother R’rhen Tia

Children: None

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY//

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic and Demiromantic

Significant Other: None at the moment (Open to RP a ship with him, or suggestions of an NPC to ship him with!)

Past Relationship: No long term relationships, but he has casual sex occasionally

RESIDENCE//

Place of Birth: Born in the R Tribe’s territory not too far outside of Kugane, Hingashi

Current Residence: No permanent residence at the moment

TALENTS AND SKILLS//

Canonical Jobs: Geomancer and Martial Artist that uses a Bō staff; Will come up with a proper name for this job in the future

Abilities: Geomancy, Martial Arts, Marksmanship, Dancing, and Polyglot

Bad At: Kenjutsu and other styles of swordplay, reading overly poetic or flowery language, controlling his emotions at times, and admitting when he is wrong or that he has failed at something.

APPEARANCE//

Hair: Medium, warm brown in color, long, straight that reaches just past his shoulders with no bangs. Usually wears a small braid that hangs just to the side of his head.

Eyes: Bright, cobalt blue in color; wide set, hooded eyes

Face: Oval-shaped, with a straight nose

Lips: Full, plump lips

Complexion: Warm, golden tan

Blemishes: None

Scars: Though he has many minor scars on his body, the most prominent one is a large, deep scar on his face that runs across his right eye, though it doesn’t keep his eye from opening.

Tattoos: Several red ink miqo’te tribal tattoos on his face

Height: 5 fulms 8 ilms (Tallest Height for male Miqo’te)

Weight: 180 ponze

Build: Medium build, athletic, muscular

Features (Miqo’te): Typical miqo’te ears and tail, with his tail being long and thin; has the slanted irises of a Seeker but also with small fangs like a Keeper.

Usual Clothing: Eastern robes with many embellishments, usually in shades of green, white, and red.

Face and Voice Claim: Japanese actor Ken Watanabe speaking in any language.

PERSONALITY//

Introverted / Extroverted / Ambiverted (bold what applies)

Positive Traits: Courageous, brave, strong willed, loyal, generous, respectful (to those he deems worthy of respect anyway), wise, honest, adventurous, open minded, insightful.

Negative Traits: Rude, arrogant, prideful, aggressive, vengeful, cynical, reckless, impulsive, judgemental, lustful.

Fears: Living in shame, bringing dishonor to his name, and failure.

Aspirations: To regain his honor for himself and his family, to expand his knowledge of Geomancy and other forms of magic, and to see the wider world.

Traumas: When he fought Yume in order to win her hand in marriage, he instead was defeated and cut across his face by Yume’s katana. He was then shamed and dishonored by Lord Aino for his arrogance; this event has been very traumatic to him and he’s been out for vengeance ever since, wanting to kill Yume in order to regain his honor.

Hobbies: Training in Geomancy and Martial Arts, traveling, shopping, eating exotic food, and dancing.

Vices: Spending his money frivolously, overeating at times, and frequenting brothels.

Faith: Believes in the Kami and worships Susano, the kami of the sea and storms, in particular. Believes in the concept of karma.

Turn Ons: Courage, Loyalty, Honor, physical or magical prowess, inner strength, Intelligence, an ample chest, and a round butt (the last two apply to any gender).

Turn Offs: Cowardice, dishonesty, disloyalty, lack of discipline, rudeness, greed, uncleanliness.

Temperament: Choleric

MBTI: ISTJ-A

Soul Type: The Warrior

Elements: Earth and Lightning

Gemstone: Tiger’s Eye

Songs: “Earth, Wind, and Water” and “Revelation”, both from FFXIV SB

FAVORITES//

Book: None (He really doesn’t read much.)

Deity: Susano, the Kami of Storms (In game, I chose Oschon the Wanderer for his deity.)

Holiday: Starlight Celebration

Month: 5th Umbral Moon

Season: Fall/Autumn

Weather: Thunderstorms

Time of Day: Dusk

Places: Kugane, Ruby Sea, Swallow’s Compass

Sounds: Flutes, Taiko drumming, thunderstorms, crashing waves on a beach.

Scents: Rain, musk, patchouli, sandalwood.

Tastes: Sushi, Hibachi steak, Ramen, sake, rice wine, chocolate cake.

Feels: Cool water, Hingan silk, smooth river stones, beach sand.

Flower: Spider Lilies

Animal: Tigers

Number: 13

Colors: Multiple shades of Green, Pure White, and Dalamud Red

Quotes: “For one who has been honored, dishonor is worse than death.”

HISTORY//

History (Pre-EW): R’angi Tia is a middle brother in the R Tribe of Hingashi, an off shoot of the main R Tribe in Eorzea. The tribe lives on land that is ruled by the daimyo Lord Masanori Aino, Yume’s father.

Since his eldest brother is to be the next Nunh after his father, R’angi needed to have a marriage arranged that strengthened their political alliances with other nobles in the region, so he would need to marry outside of the tribe.

R’angi’s father soon got word that the daimyo Lord Aino himself was looking to find a proper suitor for his daughter Yume. R’angi jumped at the chance, as he always admired Yume from afar whenever his father paid tribute to the daimyo.

When he got to Aino Castle with his father and two brothers, R’angi was shocked to learn that Lord Aino had just two requirements in order to arrange a marriage with his daughter: 1) Had to be of noble birth and 2) Must fight his daughter in one-to-one combat and win.

R’angi, being skilled in Geomancy and with a bō staff, said that he will fight Yume, and he boasted that he will win. Yume, on the other hand, had no intention of allowing him to beat her.

The two fought in a duel, and though R’angi was a tough opponent for her, Yume did not hold back. She cut his face, leaving a large scar over his right eye and won the battle.

R’angi was shamed and disgraced, especially after he had boasted that he would win. He shouted that this was a dishonor not only for him but for his family. Lord Aino did not have any sympathy for him, however, and said merely that he either must die and reclaim his family’s honor, or to live with the shame.

Instead of doing what was expected of him, he leaves the tribe, as he has no intention of dying just yet. His youngest brother R’rhen Tia, @faerieearthangel’s OC, goes with him, as R’rhen also does not want the same thing that happened to R’angi to happen to him.

A few years later, R’angi gets word that Yume herself was going to commit seppuku but was instead banished by Lord Aino after disobeying him for refusing to marry whom Lord Aino had chosen for the arranged marriage.

It is then that R’rhen gives his brother an idea: R’angi can track down Yume, kill her, and bring a trophy back to show that he finally has beaten Yume in combat and he can reclaim his honor.

R’angi has since been training hard and tracking Yume down so that he can finally regain his honor and be welcomed back into his family and go back home.

NOTE: R’angi is not a Warrior of Light, and he is not present for any of the major events of the MSQ, unless I decide to write an AU in the future. He might be a part of events in the MSQ post EW but I am not certain yet.

#ffxiv original character #ffxiv oc #character profile #seeker of the sun #male miqo'te #r’angi tia #oc: tainted honor

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obsidiangst · 2 years

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THTS Explaination

Hi everyone,

I wanted to give y’all a bit more of an explanation of what happened with the original To Hold the Sun. I’ve seen some questions and concerns come up based on a post the previous co-author made and I wanted to try to clear things up because there is very little context for what happened.

THTS was based on a roleplay we had done in August last year. It’s the sort of story where there’s not a lot of canonical worldbuilding done and worldbuilding is something I’m really into and so I wanted to expand on the canon lore, hone the storyline from the rp, and turn it into a fic. I mentioned it to the previous co-author and asked if they would want credit since they did the RP with me, and they expressed interest in co-writing the fic and I said okay.

I did all of the worldbuilding, as mentioned above worldbuilding is my thing, and our agreement was that I’d put together the outlines for each chapter, and then we’d both write basically half of each chapter (I did Link’s POV, they did Zelda’s POV). After that I did general edits before sending it off to the betas. I’d then go through beta edits, handle their incorporation, and post the chapters.

As far as the split… To make a long story short, me and the previous co-author had some creative differences in how we envisioned the story as well as different styles of working, and we were butting heads near constantly over them near the end. I tried to work towards compromises, but it felt like we always just ended up arguing, and my suggestions were generally met with anger, frustration, and/or resistance. After trying and failing to find a way forward, and recognizing that the situation was causing me a lot of anxiety as well as negatively impacting my mental health, I asked them to step down so I could just do things by myself.

I definitely said some petty things to the previous co-author out of anger, and they did the same to me. Working together just wasn’t healthy or sustainable for either of us, it just seems that I was the one who recognized it and pulled the plug.

As a result, they asked me to remove their contributions (which I agreed to because it was a fair request since it wouldn’t be a collab anymore), and agreed to give me some time to rewrite their portions so the audience wouldn’t experience a huge disruption in the meantime. Two of my betas offered to help me get caught up (since I wanted to do it quickly in order to respect the previous co-author’s wishes) so then I could write the rest of the fic myself. But then the next day I checked AO3 and all of their stuff was gone without a word and they had blocked me on discord so I couldn’t communicate with them and I have not since that point.

And as much as it hurt and disappointed me, I decided to use that situation as an opportunity to rework both the story and my approach to writing it because I was unhappy with some of the content and thought it could be reworked into something even better. And because those two betas had already been brainstorming with me and working with me, and we already knew we were like minded as far as how we work on projects, I decided it would be fun to start fresh and ask them to rewrite the fic alongside me. That decision was not made until AFTER it was made clear that my former co author was not interested in keeping their word about giving me time to replace their work in the original.

Thank you to everyone for respecting our privacy when the changes were announced, but it’s fair for people to have questions, and hopefully this helps paint the full picture for you. To be clear I haven’t said anything in detail about this until now because I wanted it to be done and because I was under the impression that this was water under the bridge for both of us.

#thts

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perpetuallyelysian · 2 years

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▸ alias: lily

▸ about: 30, she/her, gmt-5, vietnamese-american, professional rambler, typically mia from friday to sunday

▸ characters: dahlia sun, evan gooden, benjamin everett, chen leung

▸ things i've thought about more than once in the last 24 hour: the smell of garlic and onions sauteed in butter being made into a candle, dogs snoring (especially mine), webtoons, lo-fi mixes, flower fields, fictional men, real women, dim sum, strawberry season, why can't i finish this book omg it's been two weeks, korean dramas, jay park's smile, xianxia dramas, how to become a fairy, under the banner of heaven making me lose my mind, and hyolyn's performances on queendom but also hyolyn in general, single parents abc, and scrubs

▸ mood: listening to niki's moonchild, dpr ian's moodswings in this order, and woosung's moth while pensively drinking tea and eating apples with crunchy peanut butter

▸ preferred rp style: being open to any and all plot ideas because adapting, adjusting, and being a part of a beautiful community like wtn makes my soul sing, screaming at my partners about our ships, sending and receiving inspo, extensive and long-drawn-out plots, novella writing, making up scenarios in my head and jotting them down but losing those notes the next day, making coffee and staring at my tags, writing for one character at a time and taking a long ass time to calm down in between because it takes me a while to break character, horribly unorganized system of responding to tags, starters are the bane of my existence and i apologize to everyone that's waiting on me for one, also time is a concept that alludes me and i love reminders because i'm chaos personified, so please let me know if i've gone off the rails and need to tag or start or one of my characters have just done something so diabolical that i need to look at them asap

▸ goals at wtn: sleep on time, do skin care, write starters, and don't get too overwhelmed

#wtn #wtnrp #wtn rp #jcink rp #rpc

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dufreydiaries · 2 months

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Dufrey Diaries: Chapter 1

Lucline Dufrey forced herself out of bed and threw her tunic over her bare skin. The heat of her apartment in Sentinel was outrageous in the summer. She had called the Alik'r Desert home since the Mage's guild had sent her here two years ago. She had trouble with extreme temperatures, preferring more temperate areas. The tunic bared her shoulders and only just covered her butt but she was already sweating as if she was wearing a full dress from Daggerfall. She never liked the fashions of her homelands. Give her a Cryodiilic wear, one piece of long fabric wrapped around the body any day. She patted across the flagstones and cast a frost spell into a basin in the center of the room. It helped but did not completely stop her sweating.

"No alchemy today, Lucline." She scolded herself and walked to the window. She could see the ocean in the distance. "Maybe a trip out on the water is in order."

There was a knock on the door to her apartment. She blinked, unsure who would be visiting her on a hot day like this. She considered grabbing a skirt or pants but decided to just stand as she was near the discharging frost elements.

"Come in, it's open."

The door opened and a cloaked figure walked in. That was another thing Lucline hated about the Summer. The sun was so intense, you could not even go outside in minimal clothing or suffer extreme burns. The figure removed her cloak to reveal her Fighter's Guild contact, Rasina at-Sentinel. The dark-skinned woman had black hair that contrasted with Lucline's blonde and dark eyes. She was also a wickedly good swordsman. She wore a top that barely covered her chest and a pair of silk harem pants with sandals. She had gifted Lucline an outfit identical to this her first summer in Hammerfell. Lucline would never be able to make up that favor.

"Lucline Dufrey, can you not wear something under that tunic during the day?" Her friend scolded though she was smiling.

"Sorry, Rasina. I'm cooking alive in here as it is. Come, stand by the basin."

She did not need to offer twice, the warrior glad came and stood next to the cool air.

"Much appreciated. I wonder if you can rig a larger source of cool in the summer to cool the entire apartment."

Lucline shrugged. "Evidence shows the Dwemer that lived here had things like that. However, I can't get anyone to escort me to their nearest ruin to examine an example of the workmanship. Even then, I can't guarantee it would be worth the effort and coin. Besides, this place is so small, I doubt I could fit something like that in here."

Rasina smiled even more widely. "What if I escorted you for free to the ruins? I recently had a nice payday so I can afford to take a day off. It's supposed to be overcast tomorrow. We could be there and back before night falls. As for location, with something like this, you could move into my home like I offered before. The main reason against it was the extreme heat after all."

Lucline had to admit, this was a very tempting offer. Rasina had also been lonely since her aging mother had died of heatstroke a few months prior.

"Sure, let's do it. I can't get any of my work done in this heat anyway. You got a deal, Rasina."

The two friends shook hands. "I'll be here before the sun rises tomorrow morning. Make sure you're up and ready to go."

After Rasina left, Lucline prepared a simple cantrip to awaken her before the appointed time. She might be lazy in the heat, but when it came to cooling herself down for good, she could muster at least that much energy.

*Elder-Scrolls*

A/N: I have been wanting to do more Elder Scrolls stuff and maybe RPs. I decided to try my hand at writing a fiction for it for now. Hope you enjoy this first entry.

Next time: Dwemer Ruins.

#elder scrolls #fanfic #sapphic

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dragon-clan-and-company · 4 months

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The Witch and the Warrior

(Closed RP with @mcgilou)

Layle usually kept his trips to the City of Doors few and far between, since Sigil was dangerous in more ways than most people could afford to handle... Between the fact that it was a doughnut-shaped city floating atop an impossibly high mountain, powerful beings from various planes coming there to do trade, the way back to ones world being dicey at times, and the whole mess of the city's ruler... It has to be worth the risk to come to such a place. The last time he went here was to get information on the whereabouts of his parents, and subsequently go through a door to the world they got stuck on. This time he was trading materials from several powerful Dragons he had slain in order to get knowledge of several spells that he could utilize in future projects... While also gradually gaining knowledge of several worlds outside of his own and trying to acquire means to travel to them, with mixed results. After completing a transaction, he heard some commotion in the streets, and much to his concern, the ruler of Sigil was headed this way!

"The Lady of Pain?! Damn, if I earn her ire, death would be kinda merciful if th' rumors are true... I'm not quite down t' die a second time... At least not over somethin' as simple as being caught in her gaze." Layle's crimson eyes darted around the hustle and bustle of the city streets until he spotted a door in an alleyway and he slipped through the crowd until he reached the door. His bronze armor glinted in the midday light as he reached his hand to the brassy doorknob- He could practically smell the magic spilling from this door, but he was at least partly equipped to deal with having to find his way back home with spells.

"Well, it's worth a shot... And I'm sure I'll have some sorta interesting story to tell when all is said and done!" Perhaps a bit too confident that things would work in his favor, but by his standards, he was still alive and well, doing as he's done thus far... Why would this be any different? Turning the knob, the towering warrior-mage stepped through the door, and through one of the many portals Sigil was famous for!

From this high up, Layle could see the light of the setting sun washing over what looked like a distant town. He felt the wind whip around what bits of his brunette hair weren't tied under his black bandanna, and felt nothing beneath his feet. Layle's expression turned to one of grimace, the scar on his left cheek folding slightly as he realized quickly that he was falling.

"Why does this always happeeeeeen?!" Layle shouted bitterly to the sky while falling... It was only when he was moments from meeting the ground that he realized that he had several means of preventing his plummeting. He barely had any time to admonish himself mentally before he blacked out from the impact.

#muse: layle drakeus #verse: dnd/berseria

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sixteenbells · 4 months

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— ❝ 𝚆𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝐆 𝐎 𝐃 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻. ❞

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