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anotherhumanpet · 3 years

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Role Play Rules || Mobile

The Basics

No godmodding. This means you’re not allowed to dictate how my characters react/respond to anything, your characters cannot know everything/all the secrets about my characters without a good reason (such as being told this information by my characters or another character who knows, or getting my okay in OOC chat), assume a major development between my characters and yours, or have your character successfully nail every attack they make against mine and-or dodging/blocking every attack my characters make against yours.

Please bear in mind that Jaden is not a publicly known figure. For a variety of reasons, which can be read up on in his about page, he's mostly hidden from the majority of the world and only known to those he reveals himself to or those he is revealed to by others. So please do not assume your muse knows him or can recognize him easily unless we've discussed it beforehand.

Anything that’s tagged as “Dennis blogging” or “Jaden blogging” can be (and should be) considered an open post! I just don’t like using the actual “open post” tag because my anxiety doesn’t want to be seen by all of the RPC.

Any memes found under the “prompts” tag are always open for acceptance, no matter how old they are. If it’s been more than 24 hours since their initial posting though please send them with a reminder about what meme they’re attached to so I can refresh myself on the context/potential settings.

Communicate with me if there are any issues or confusion about something

Muses =/= Mun; The character thoughts/opinions are not the writer’s thoughts/opinions

Be patient for replies, I often like to shove them into my queue system and that can take up to weeks before posting something. I do this because I work a full time job, so I am busy and quite tired. Send me a reminder after 48 hours if you think it’s necessary

Mun and Jaden are above the age of consent; Dennis is not. Mun details can be found here.

The Finer Points

Fights, Darker Themes, and Plotting

If we haven’t plotted for our muses to engage in combat or any sort of abusive scenario then please ask if it’s alright to shift gears towards that kind of scene first. I am open to writing any kind of violent scene but generally terrible at writing action, and very picky about what abusive themes I’ll engage with, so please don’t surprise me with either of the two.

Potentially violent scenarios don’t have to be a fully detailed disclosure either. It could be as simple as, “X wants to punch Y” and if I’m okay with it I’ll say “Palpatine voice: Dew it.” Then, we can begin discussing/plotting how the fight will go.

Truthfully speaking as well, I have very little combat writing experience so please have patience with my reply timing and be aware that I’ll most likely ask a lot of questions to make sure I’m understanding things correctly. I’m pretty much a newbie when it comes to this theme and I have trouble picturing written action, which makes it difficult for me to understand what’s going on.

If you do not have the patience for this though that’s okay too. We can handwave the scene to an agreed ending and move on our with our lives, no problem.

Certain forms of abuse and toxic personality traits are a major turn off for my muse, due to personal reasons that can be loosely boiled down to PTSD. So if I say no to something - whether it’s a plot or an entire muse - please respect that boundary. I will not write themes with:

Domestic abuse

Parental abuse

Emotional abuse

If you have any questions about what is or isn’t okay with me, feel free to ask! I take no offense to/I am okay with being asked for details because there is no harm in discussing limits. This is just a general guideline to help you understand what I’m not okay with.

I also have a small exception for Jaden’s previous abuse. That is free-for-all for any sort of discussion, thread, asks, whatever. I may abruptly disengage from things if it gets to be too much, but I’m open to anything happening for the time being.

Don’t spring plots on me without discussing them beforehand. I’m not against plots happening, I just don’t like being surprised.

Text Patterns

“This is speech - AKA the things said aloud and audible to others in hearing range. Things said over/through a communication device will be written like this too.”

This is flavor text to go around the speech.

Full sentences in italics are typically going to be thoughts. Words that are italicized in the middle of an unformatted sentence are for emphasis, like bolding.

[::This is a text message for Dennis, typically used in any device-to-device conversations.]

|–This is a text message for Jaden, typically used in any device-to-device conversations.|

((This is out-of-character text on a post, in a reply, or in tags.))

Semi-Selective

I’m semi-selective in following for dash organization and cleanliness. It’s nothing personal against anyone or any blogging behavior, I’m just very worn out from my job and want to be able to focus on certain things with ease.

You are more than welcome to interact with me even if I’m not following you. Please don’t feel anxious or shy, just come say hi OOCly or throw your muse at mine ICly.

Duplicate & Multiverse Friendly

I’ll play with any character - canon or OC - and I’m not exclusive with anyone either so I’m more than happy to play with multiple versions of the same character.

I’ll play with any character regardless of where their base continuity is or if they’re something completely original. Dennis and Jaden are fixed in a TF:P based world but that doesn’t mean they can’t branch out of it.

I’ve spent a lot of time building the world Dennis lives in though so the characters that exist in his world are NPCs - meaning there’s really no assuming or fulfilling the role. Everything and everyone is from the multiverse from his perspective.

M!A Spells & Anonymous Interaction

I will accept all magic anons (M!As) but I retain the right to turn down/delete ones that do not strike my interest or make me feel uncomfortable. If the latter happens, I will do my best to elaborate on what exactly made me uncomfortable so it can be avoided in the future.

General messages will be answered normally and treated like messages on the datanet. Anonymous messages that suggest, imply, or depict physical interaction with a muse will be treated like an NPC.

#mobile info post #mobile rules

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brynwrites · 6 years

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Ask Compilation

Topics covered:

AU fic tips.

TWLC and Pearl manuscripts.

My publishing goals.

Writing habits.

Writing Muslim characters.

Food as a skin color.

Writing with Native American lore.

I also commiserated about moving scenes around in a chapter, and included a Re: for this post about diversity.

(There is still a Pearl related ask in my inbox which I’m getting too. Otherwise all questions should be listed on the ask queue page.)

AU fic tips.

@cassylk: hey, i was wondering if you could share some tips on writing AU fics // any creative writing prompts?

Unfortunately I don’t write anything like that myself, so I don’t have any worthwhile tips :( Best of luck though!

TWLC and Pearl manuscripts.

Is there a link to any manuscript of The Warlord's Contract or Pearl that you can post?

And

My goodness your snippets are driving me insane! I'm already in love with Vasha and Ilya and Kleos!! Where can I read The Warlord's Contract?

I haven’t posted my manuscripts online, as they’re both in later drafts stages and I’m planning to publish them (relatively) soon. I should have the first chapter of Pearl up within the next few weeks though, and my current goal is to publish it as close to July as possible!

My publishing goals.

Hello, I was wondering whether you're looking to self publish or traditionally publish?

I’ve just started the self-publishing process with Pearl, but we’ll see where I go with The Warlord Contracts.

Overall, self-publishing seems to be more lucrative (but you have money to put in up front!) and far quicker, and it’s incredible the amount of control you have over your own work even after going through all the same steps a publisher would help you through. It’s a lot more work on your end though, and if your book never goes anywhere then you’re the only one to blame.

Writing habits.

As a writer, do you have any habits you do when you write? like curating playlists or moodboards or drinking coffee, etc.?

I do play music while I write (a wide variety of music for first drafts, and then mostly instrumental for editing and rewrites.) I also have a drink with me, either water, tea, or wine. :)

Writing Muslim characters.

Hello! So I have this idea of writing a Muslim character, but as I am not a Muslim, I’m not sure how to do so without offending anyone. Additionally, I am not well versed on the religion itself. Do you have any tips?

I’m in the same boat as you, so the best I can recommend is to do thorough research and get a few sensitivity readers once you’re finished! There’s a tag for it in the Writing with Color blog, if you want to start there?

Food as a skin color.

@charvaughn-writes: Hello! I was wondering if you could explain something regarding describing skin tone? Even as an African-American writer, I never understood what was offensive about describing skin tones using food. Luckily I've never unconsciously done it (and I don't plan to), but lately I've been curious as to why it's viewed as offensive. Can you provide some insight on this matter please (if you have an opinion/answer)? And I really hope this doesn't come off as ignorant/dumb, I'm genuinely confused.

As far as I’m aware, it’s because of these primary reasons:

Many of the foods writers use to describe darker skin tones are commodities black slaves were forced to farm.

Writers describe exclusively dark skin tones by relating them to food, despite the fact that there are a huge number of pasty white and tan foods that could easily work with light skinned characters.

Writing with Color explains it a bit more here.

Writing is Hard (TM)

Moving around scenes in chapters is so stressful ( .^. )

I feel you nonny. This is why I have about fifteen version of every chapter saved, because the Writer’s Instinct is to immediately go OH NO ITS NOT GOING TO WORK IM GOING TO RUIN EVERYTHING ILL HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN. (Though generally it turns out just fine after a bit of editing.)

Re: for the diversity post.

Re: that other anon- I attended a private school for awhile and, granted it is in Seattle, it was really diverse actually. It turned out to be a cult so I left, but the student body was diverse in all ways except, y'know, we were all in a cult.

What did we learn from this?

Diversity is real and bigots can fuck themselves back off.

Private schools which are actually cults are also real, (and might make for very interesting story premises?)

Writing with Native American lore.

So, I want to write a book with a Native American main character. It's centered around Native American lore which I spent most of my high school career studying. I have a pretty good grasp around the culture and everything, But I'm not Native American, so I guess what I'm asking is.... Is it okay to write a story about Native Americans and their culture if I myself am not a Native American?

I’m not Native American either, so my opinion isn’t very relevant here. The general rule of thumb for any case in which you’re writing about someone else’s culture, identity, history, etc, is that it’s fine (and even good) to write such stories when they’re well-researched and respectful and have been read and approved by the people they’re representing.

I would highly recommend though, that you go out of your way to support the people from the culture who are writing these stories too. While we desperately need more stories with diverse centers, we certainly don’t want to be shoving down the Own Voice writers in the process!

(But please don’t take my word for it; go ask the opinions of people who have more authority on this subject!)

#ask compilation #writeblr

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jiilys · 7 years

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im already there (by habit)

A/N: happy birthday my love @alrightpotter. ellie i love u more than u love ham.

Lily blasts music in her room and lies on her bed, avoiding her maths homework and thinking about him and what to get her mother for Christmas. Primarily him.

“What you doing today?” she’s called him. She meant to be cooler about it but couldn’t help herself.

“Whatever you’re about to suggest.”

“God, I’m hanging up, that was unbelievably lame.”

“You must be the only person in the world still saying ‘lame’”

“’lame’ is trendy.”

“You know what’s not trendy? Saying the word trendy.”

“I’m hanging up” she lies. “I have no idea why I called you.”

“I’m halfway to your house, I expect gas money.”

“I’m not giving you fucking-” she starts, and he hangs up.

Here is the thing: she absolutely does not like him.

(Here is the other thing: she is absolutely lying.)

She goes to his party, despite telling him she wouldn’t, and puts lipstick on. She rubs it off in the car. There is no universe where he should think she tries for him.

James struts over like a dick and hands her a beer. “You’re crashing.”

“Actually I was invited.”

“And then disinvited.”

“You can’t disinvite someone from a party just because their favourite Spice Girl wasn’t Posh.”

“Sure I can” he shrugged, and then smirked, “’knew you’d come anyway.”

“It’s because of the booze.”

“It’s actually because you wanted to see me.”

“We saw each other in chemistry.” She says, even though he wasn’t in chemistry.

“I wasn’t in chemistry.”

“Really? Damn. I didn’t notice.” He smiles, rolling his eyes. She grins into the lip of her beer.

“Lupin said you asked where I was.” Fucking Remus. Traitor.

“Merely hoping you were at the bottom of River Hayes somewhere.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “River Hayes? Rather specific location.”

“That’s where I’d dump a body.”

“Ah.” He takes another swig of his beer, “See I’d go for Sirius’ backyard.”

She dreams about him again.

They’re twelve, standing on a tennis court and holding racquets. It’s an argument. Sunburn blistering on the back of her neck and shoes to small because they were Petunia’s, and she’d forgotten about this. How she used to hate him for real.

“-fucking stole my fucking bike you shit” she was yelling, and he was smirking, throwing a ball in the air and catching it calmly, over and over, like she wasn’t screaming. She throws her racquet at him. It hits James on the nose.

She wakes up when she sees the blood

She used to hate him, until- well, she never really figured that bit out. They just didn’t like each other until suddenly she was in his car on Friday nights, driving around and demanding he pull over so she could get out, and him doing it, and then being parked for a while talking about school or arguing about the merits of the post and then suddenly they’re driving again, and Lily is threatening to climb out the window because he’s just said he uses Lynx body spray.

There was no specific point that she can remember that made them this. It was just them at thirteen, standing in the principal’s office because she’d thrown an apple at his head and given him a concussion, and then it was them again- only different. In the queue at Burger King, bickering about how he said he didn’t want anything when they both knew he would just eat all her fries.

They’re in his car again. She ends up in his car a lot more than is probably wise. Marlene is waiting for her in Bio. Going to Bio is probably wise.

“Piss off. I can absolutely touch every lamppost on this street faster than you.” He says.

“Please.” She scoffs, but he’s already running, the shit. She really should be in Bio right now only she isn’t, instead she’s streaking down Church Street and swearing at him, thwacking lampposts.

She leaves the restaurant right after it happens, dripping in wine and not crying but wanting to very badly. Petunia does not call after her. Somehow this makes everything worse.

She’s dialling his number before she’s consciously aware of deciding to do so. He answers on the third ring. “Listen Evans using me to do the chem homework is ethically wrong-“

“James.” She says, except her voice sounds terrible, gasping and raspy and wrong. She feels boneless. He doesn’t hear her.

“-not going to let you use me for my brain, even if it is brilliant, as we’ve alrea-“

“James please come get me.” She tries again, and oh god, she has started crying. How horrifically fucking embarrassing. Her head hurts. When she was four years old she used to practise writing Petunia’s name, the curve of the ‘a’, the cross on the ‘t’. How important it had seemed then, to never get it wrong.

“You alright?” he asks, sharply. She can hear his jangling keys in the background. The sound of an opening door. She knew he would come. She knew he would come for her if she asked.

“Lupin, wanna flat with me at uni?.” Sirius asks in English.

“Absolutely not.” Remus says.

Sirius swung around to Lily, “Evans, wanna flat with me at un-“

Lily is too busy watching James’ mouth fall open to respond. “Sirius I’m your best mate-“

“Would you hold on Prongs? Evans hasn’t given me her answer yet.”

Dreams, again, of him. They’re in his car, eating chips and waiting for a pedestrian to go over the cross walk when she turns to him and abruptly confesses, “I like you.”

He whips his head around to look at her, and suddenly they’re not in his car at all, but standing in the back of the hall where they had their school ball a year ago, leaning against the wall, elbows touching. He stares at her.

How dare you look at me like that, she thinks, how am I supposed to kiss you in front of all these people? How am I supposed to not?

It’s Mary’s birthday and Lily hates the fucking beer here. She hates all beer, actually. Tastes like ass. Sirius is in the corner sculling wine in a misguided attempt to impress Ellie Cook, who is pretending to not see him.

“You look lonely.” James says, meanly, slouching against the wall. He’s been in a shit mood since Avery and his mates tried to crash an hour ago.

“You’d know what that looks like.” Lily says.

He says nothing, sips his drink and stares out at the party. “I fucking-“ he starts, then stops. He seems like he wants to tell her something but cannot get the words out. “I hate everybody here.”

“Sirius is over there.” She points out, because he is, and because James is holding his beer so tightly his knuckles have started bleeding again. Something had happened outside with Avery while she was holding Marlene’s hair over the loo, by the time she’d gotten out there Ellie Cook was already dragging Sirius back and James was reeling, blood on his hands, lip swelling, roaring something terrible.

“Except Sirius, obviously.” He retorts sharply. “Sirius and you.”

She feels lightheaded. He pushes off the wall to get another drink.

She goes to chemistry and he isn’t there, and she doesn’t have the energy to pretend like this does not bother her.

Lily Evans to Shit Face: where are u

Shit Face: burning in hell

Lily Evans: wheres my invite

Shit Face: if it makes u feel any better i wish like fuck you were here

Shit Face: minnies lecturing us on how they wont ‘tolerate taking every whiteboard marker in the school and putting them in the girls loos’ at uni

Lily Evans: higher education rlly has gone to the dogs

Shit Face: my thoughts exactly

She walks into her room and he’s lying flat on her floor.

“Fucking!-“ she jumps back, heart racing.

“It’s only me.” He says, ridiculously, and she stares at him.

“How did you get in here?”

“Window. I’ve brought you this,” He holds a Twix in the air and she puts her bag down, “as an apology for breaking and entering.”

“I should think doing time would be apology enough.”

He sits up on his elbows. “So you don’t want the Twix then?”

In this dream she’s leaning against the bike sheds out the back of the school with him next to her. They are not touching. In front of them her twelve-year-old self is shoving twelve-year-old him into the concrete and calling him an arse.

“You could’ve concussed me.” Eighteen-year-old James points out.

“I was hoping to.” She admits, as twelve-year-old James gives her former self the finger. Eighteen-year-old Lily meanwhile, is stuck with an inexplicable urge to hold his hand.

Petunia does not come to graduation. Sirius hugs McGonagall when he gets his diploma and she hugs him back while James wolf whistles. Later, after photographs and food and her mother crying she calls him.

“Today was a good day.” She says without saying hello.

“It was.” he agrees. Her brain feels impossibly far away from her head. The night presses around her windows like cupped hands and she stretches out her own fingers, the knuckles she was born with- bigger now- stark in the lamplight. “It’s all going to be different.”

“Not all.” he says, and she feels almost drunk. Please God be talking about us, she thinks, do not let this ever be any different. Let me have one constant. Let it be us.

“I hope you know that just because we’re going to the same uni it doesn’t mean I’m not going to ask you for gas money when you want to go joy riding.” He tells her after a minute. Her heart grows through her ribs like a weed, hooking through every bone. How good he is, how right.

“I would hardly call any ride with you joyful.” She says.

University is lonelier than she’d thought it would be. Marlene in Australia and Mary in Nottingham and her mother back in Liverpool. It drizzles in London, rain like an afterthought, and she finds herself looking at old photographs at lot more than is healthy.

“I can’t stand this.” James says over coffee, “I’m going to drop out.”

“It’s only been a month. You’ve barely dropped in.” Lily takes a bite of his muffin and refuses to acknowledge the look he’s giving her for it.

“Thief.” He accuses, swiping it back. “This cost me six pounds.”

“That’s practically extortion. You should call the council.” She says, and he smiles. While he’s distracted she takes the muffin back.

Another dream, late night, heart racing. When she wakes up she can only remember bits. The kitchen countertop with paper all over it, her washing dishes, him drying. Outside in the garden, the sun on her neck, him kissing her forehead, skin warm all over. Forcibly changing the radio station while he drives, him laughing that she has no right, grabbing his hand over the gear shift, him saying something about being in a Nicholas Sparks movie, her turning up the volume.

It was sun, and laughing, and a house. It was not love, she would not let it be. But it was close. Right to the bone.

“What happened?” she says in rush, surging forward, heart banging something terrible. James does not look at her. His eye is purpling, soon to be swollen shut, and there is a cut on his cheekbone. She cannot calm down.

“He was defending my honour.” Sirius cuts in, looking rather horrific himself. Remus purses his lips. Peter has another crisp. James still won’t look at her.

She drives him back to the dorms because his hand is broken and he can’t grip the wheel. It was Sirius fault, as always, because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut and there was no way to stop them all going ridiculously to bat for each other every time, so what was there to say. In all my worst nightmares you get hurt and I am not there to get you, does not seem like enough.

Standing at his door she reaches up, brushing the hair out of his face for a minute. It’s like something out of a movie, only in a movie you wouldn’t be able to see the stiches in his eyebrow and they wouldn’t have sat in silence the whole way here.

“Remember when you hated me?” he tries to joke, half smiling.

“No.” she says, truthfully. Who can remember that long ago. Who can remember a time before they were this, where he fought for his friends and she drove him home.

They’re in his dorm, standing over his illegal toaster that has fried the plug, and she says “you’re a fucking moron” and he kisses her without warning.

And for a minute she cannot think at all, because this is James, and he is kissing her, and she is kissing him back, and it is good. Then all at once it is not, because this is James and he is kissing her and she is kissing him back.

She pushes him hard in the chest and he stumbles back. “What the fuck?” she accuses, and he is staring at her, wide eyed, perilously close to the fraying toaster wire.

He mouths wordlessly, and she feels violently sick. The room is rife with silence, and he continues to say nothing, and she wants the last two minutes back. She wants the time back within her instead of here, out, where he can look at her like that. Where she can leave and have him not call her name.

She stays wake all night, unable to sleep, lying on her bed in the dark. Ironically enough, the only person she wants to talk to about her feelings for James is James. You’re over thinking it, he would say, eating more of his fair share of the food they’d paid for together, it’s not as bad as all that. Relax.

How to tell him, this fake James she has conjured in place of the real one, how scared she is of this. Getting the wind knocked out of her. How awful love is. Needing someone like that. Wanting something that badly. If it went wrong she would have no James at all.

She dreams about him again.

Except, not really, because it’s actually just her sitting at a dining table. But isn’t every dream, really, about him? Haven’t they always been? Her mind is her own dirty secret, because she can think of him as much as she wants and no one will ever know

“What if we’re only good like this?” she asks into the silence, voice cracking. There it is. The terrible truth. The worst secret. What if the only way they work is when they’re trapped in limbo, pretending to hate each other.

She wakes up.

Two days later she calls Marlene. She answers on the second ring. “I heard. You’re a fucking idiot.”

She sounds like being late to bio, and wearing pyjamas under their uniform skirts, and eating chocolate in their frees. “It’s all gone to shit.” Lily says, missing her like hell.

“You’re acting like a tit. Go apologise.”

“I don’t-“ she starts, and feels like a fucking child. She is so tired of being afraid. “How?” she asks, exhausted.

Marlene is indignant. “What do you mean ‘how’? I don’t fucking know, do I? It’s James. He’s yours. Do whatever you need to.”

She knocks at his dorm only to have Sirius open the door a crack and stare at her for a minute. “Evans is here.” He says without looking away from her. A beat, and then the door abruptly opens wide to reveal James. Sirius backs to the side, looking between them, and Lily can hardly believe how uncomfortable the whole thing is.

“I was- I’ve been an idiot.” Her tongue feels entirely too big for her mouth. “For some reason I was entirely terrified to love you.” His eyes widen on the word ‘love’, and she forces herself on, “but it’s too late for that anyway.”

She stops herself from rambling just to fill the silence, because admittedly this could all go terribly but it is hard to feel that way when he is looking at her like that. He still isn’t saying anything. They are never this quiet. Maybe she wasn’t clear.

“Just to clarify- I do love you.” She says, and then immediately wants to be eaten by the carpet.

“I sort of got that from the first bit.” He says, stilted. Good God, this is awkward, she cannot believe Sirius is here for this. And then- “Now that we’re officially in love I guess I can’t ask you for gas money anymore.”

She smiles. “Well I’d hope so.”

“Tough shit. You still owe me twenty pounds from two weeks ago.” He tells her, leaning against the still open door.

“I am never in my life going to give you that twenty pounds.” She says, truthfully, and he grins. How ridiculous she has been, thinking that this would change anything. This is how she loves him, in the doorway of his dorm and in every dream she has ever had and in the way that he knows exactly what to say to make her laugh.

#I HAVE LOOKED AT THIS TO LONG AND I HATE IT NOW BUT ELLIE. GOD. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING.#jily #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #alrightpotter #(((((ellie cook is u btw i wasnt sure if u wanted me to use ur real last name so i used cook inctead I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT U WROTE TODAY)#carolineswritingtag #title from that annie eve song we love but not as much as we lOVE EACH OTHER BC WE ARE GAY #forgive me for the ham bit also i tried to make this good but i cant look at it anymore im going to lie down #anyone i love you more than anything and sirius needs to fuck u asap how rude of him 2 die can u believe #ellie

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