No Loose Ends

A work in progress! +18 (above eighteen!)

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*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

[aroyaltailor]

New laptop plan didn't work. But I'll be playing on this blog and things nevertheless >:3

[aroyaltailor]

Note:

Until I feel like I've taken the reins on this writing thing again, I'll not be accepting any starters. I've left far too many replies unfinished. I don't want to start anything unless I'm able to take it all the way, y'know?

Just doing little things for now. One foot and/or keystroke after the other.

[aroyaltailor]

Sending asks and drafting rules came easily enough, but working on replies and responding to asks myself is another matter. Still easing back into this, but I think I made progress today :3

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OC ASK GAME

Where was your OC born, and where did they grow up?

How does your OC remember their childhood? Is this an accurate reflection of what their childhood was actually like?

If your OC could revisit their childhood, what would they want to change about it, if anything at all?

Describe three of the most important photographs your OC owns.

What is your OC's gender identity and sexual orientation? Is this also what they identify as in canon, or are they not (fully) aware?

How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they like who they are? What would they want to change about themself?

What is your OC's occupation?

What does your OC's family look like?

Describe a mundane day in your OC's life.

Does your OC have any physical scars? What is the story behind them?

What does your OC carry around in their pockets? What about their bag?

What is the worst thing that has happened to your OC? How has it affected their behavior, their health, and their life in general?

What is something your OC does (to others) that they would not like if others did to them? Are they aware that they do this?

Does your OC hold grudges? How good are they at letting things go? Do they believe in second chances?

What is your OC's fatal flaw?

Is there anyone your OC has lost contact with? What happened?

What are some of your OC's coping mechanisms during stressful or overwhelming periods in their life?

What are your OC's bad habits?

How does your OC handle preparing for and initiating a difficult conversation? How does the conversation itself go?

How quick is your OC to shift blame? Do they own up to their mistakes, or are they prone to start pointing fingers at others?

How does your OC handle criticism?

How good is your OC at apologizing, if they do this at all?

What is your OC like when they're angry?

What is your OC like when they're upset?

What is your OC's deepest desire? Would they ever ask for this?

How quickly does your OC reach their breaking point? What are they like when this point has been reached?

What are some assumptions others make about your OC? Are any of them true?

What does your OC think others are saying about them behind their back? Is any of this true?

What are three traits your OC has that can both have positive as well as negative qualities?

How paranoid is your OC? How does this affect their daily life?

Are there any places or people your OC is avoiding?

How does your OC handle rejection?

How does your OC handle jealousy?

What would be some of the signs your OC is starting to push people away?

If your OC had to kill someone, how would they do it? If killing is a near-daily occurrence to them, what is their preferred method?

Does your OC believe they deserve it when bad things happen to them?

What is the most common feeling or emotion in your OC's life?

What is the most recurring theme in your OC's nightmares?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like? What is the worst pain they have ever felt?

What is your OC afraid of?

Has your OC ever hurt someone, either physically or verbally?

How easily influenced by others is your OC?

What are common things your OC worries about?

Do others consider your OC to be scary or intimidating?

Does your OC keep their promises? Have they ever broken one before?

Does your OC carry any guilt with them?

If your OC had to pick a new identity and skip town, what would they come up with? Where would they go?

What would your OC do if they knew that this was their last day alive?

Does your OC fear death?

How does your OC die, eventually?

[aroyaltailor]

Just got back from therapy! Yesterday was also super successful, did a bunch of drafting for this blog's rules and started on a final version for the bio too.

Thank you to everyone for not giving up on me. It means the world

[aroyaltailor]

He hated seeing her like this.

The Coronis he remembered would've been excited by his touch, not paralyzed with this wretched fear. She would've been happy to be alone with him in the dark, as a bonded pair chatting for a brief interval. She would've been open and happy to let him lead the way, exploring at her own pace. Not like this.

Not like this...

It made him quickly regret having spoken at all, and he willed a faint gleam of tears to form in his eyes, but she wasn't looking at him now. Did she even find him attractive anymore? He needed to mend this wound quickly.

He released his grip on her arm then, fearing for a moment that he'd drawn blood. He thanked Lilith that he had not, but took a step back to give her space nevertheless. She would slip through his fingers if he pushed her too hard, and he couldn't be apart from her now. He needed to get this under control.

"I'm sorry..." he began, forcing the gates open until genuine grief colored his voice. "I'm sorry. I'm talking to you like an imp. Coronis," he cried. "I'm sorry..."

Unable to help himself, he advanced towards her half a step. Ashen feathers shrugged in misery. All Parak wished was that she would be comfortable with touching him again.

"But everything is in danger right now," he whispered. "I can't tell you right now, but something is happening, and we can't afford to be divided. We could lose everything." He feigned taking to a deep breath to calm himself. "You have to trust me."

@darkest-dove

[aroyaltailor]

She hadn't told him yet.

Parak couldn't fault her for that, not in response to such devastating news. If their positions had been reversed, he could only imagine what terrible methods he'd employ merely to cope with it. To keep his image maintained even in the face is such a blatant disqualification.

And yet here she was.

She laid with him now as they lounged together on the patio, leaning back against him as she let her mind ease into life. Or perhaps she was preparing a confession, or considering exactly how she should inform her chosen husband of such news. Did she fear that he'd abandon her, and renounce their contract? What if she never approached him with the subject? Would she truly think he didn't know? Did she know he knew now?

All such considerations blurred from his mind as he touched her hands, lacing their fingers together as true lovers would. It was a joy merely to feel her body shifting against his, and he fed upon that. The rhythmic swelling of her chest as she relaxed, the soft velvet of her plumage running through his hands, just feeling the shape of her body made him ravenous, it was almost too much...

"...did you sleep well?"

@darkest-dove

[darkest-dove]

Coronis sobbed without restraint into his shoulder, doubtless soaking the wonderful satin vest he was wearing and causing some confusion. He still embraced her throughout, still gave her love even as she was doubtless confusing him. And when she lifted her head to see his own tears, she couldn't even be surprised.

Of course he cried too. Parak was in all ways, a man deeply in tune with her feelings.

She finally forced herself to pull away, to sit up straight on the couch and rub at her face. She was feeling very ashamed at the moment, but knew that if she did not confess now, he would find out in a crueler way later. It had to come from her.

"Parrie-" She said, her voice already cracking. "-l-last night....on television, there was a....a program. It was exposing all sorts of people in Goetic society-" She gave a hiccup. "a-and....and....they said I was-"

She shuddered as her throat closed up, as if trying to force her silence. She hunched over her knees, feeling sick, the tears swelling back. She had to get it out, she had to say it!!!

[aroyaltailor]

His heart was aching.

It hurt him to see his wife struggling like this, knowing he could take the burden from her. He could easily spare her from this anguish and reveal that he already knew, and pay no price for it. Coronis – he believed – would not hold it against him for waiting to hear it directly from her.

Parak's mind was only just beginning to come to terms with it, in that moment. As his wife folded against herself and wept, and he quietly wept too, he felt the full enormity of the news finally dawning on him. The holdings under Coronis' name that he had gained, the Tidings Tower itself, all would now be under scrutiny by the rest of their kind. He would need to prepare them both for the political fallout.

But he wasn't truly concerned, oddly enough. The revelation of his wife's illegitimate, bastard origins hadn't shaken his love for her.

He closed the distance between them quickly and wrapped his arm around her, pulling until they laid together against the couch. He cursed himself for his cowardice, and his fear of what she might do, until a solution came to him. Yes, he thought, that could work. A vague statement made into her ear would give him all the time he'd need.

"I don't care..." Parak told her softly, embracing her in a gentle hug. 

[aroyaltailor]

Knowing your writing partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier!

the basics .

one of my favorite photos, by the way. Taken by me

Name: Nano/Forg/Campbell

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Undetermined

Taken or single: Single!

Three Facts About Me .

My first conscious memory as a human being involves... head trauma! I can vividly remember my dad pushing me on the bike, riding without training wheels for the first time. I can remember him calling my name. I can remember swiveling my head around to see him waving, trying to warn me, right before I hit the mailbox face-first. It floored me right onto the asphalt, but I didn't cry. I laughed. I felt my dad jog down the street to meet me, until he realized I was fine and started laughing too. I don't think I have a happier memory than that. I think a part of me always be who I was in that moment, that laughing boy on the asphalt.

I do wildlife photography, taking my first steps into the hobby when I bought an old camera made in 2008 from a yard sale. From there I've grown in my understanding of the fundamentals of composition and aperture, alongside many other things. For now? I have a Nikon P1000 bridge camera, and I have a plan to eventually purchase an expensive mirrorless camera someday, once I have the money saved up.

I grow carnivorous plants! Specifically, North American pitcher plants and Venus Flytraps. I've also gotten a few Sundews before, but I've never been able to keep them alive for long enough. Buying some of the more durable species is on my to-do list for the future, but for now I have little to show. All the carnivorous plants I currently have are in their winter dormancy, and their leaves have wilted as a result. But once summer comes they should bounce back in earnest, they always do. I should be able to take photos of them with that new camera by then >:3

Experience .

How long? (months/years): My activity on Tumblr has generally been sporadic, and I can't recall exactly the first time I made an account on this site. What I do know is that I never really immersed myself into any community, until I made my first blog for Parak. I still have a lot to learn, and a lot to work on (especially for this blog!) but I'm proud that I've come a long way. And I'm even prouder to be part of a community with so many lovely people, some of whom I consider to be my best friends.

Platforms you've used: Kik, Skype, Discord, Instagram, and Tumblr,

Best experience: Tumblr! I wouldn't even consider it up for debate, this website is wonderful. For instant-messaging I'd say Discord is what I prefer, but for roleplaying and just blogging in general? Tumblr takes the cake.

Muse Preferences:

Male or female? Male, preferably. I have written female characters before, and I plan to do again by writing Lilith in some of Parak's backstory shorts, but I prefer to write male characters.

Plots or memes? Both? Both ish gud :3

Long or short replies? Paragraphs, usually. I don't mind one-liners, they can be fun. I just enjoy letting myself sink into all the details of the thread, and of the characters themselves.

Best time to write? For now? Usually in the afternoon, once I've returned home from work and put up my feet. It depends on what the events of my day were.

Am I like my muse(s)? I definitely think I've imbued some aspects of myself into my character, but I wouldn't say that I'm like them. And I certainly wouldn't want anyone to think I was, given how Parak can be.

Tagged by: @queen-of-prophecy Tagging: @meta-ronnie @forgottenstarlightwishes @owlstronomer @fatherabbott @a-hell-of-a-time @keeperofquestions @blitzbuckz @sitraachara and anyone else that sees this, and would like to participate! :3

[aroyaltailor]

She hadn't told him yet.

Parak couldn't fault her for that, not in response to such devastating news. If their positions had been reversed, he could only imagine what terrible methods he'd employ merely to cope with it. To keep his image maintained even in the face is such a blatant disqualification.

And yet here she was.

She laid with him now as they lounged together on the patio, leaning back against him as she let her mind ease into life. Or perhaps she was preparing a confession, or considering exactly how she should inform her chosen husband of such news. Did she fear that he'd abandon her, and renounce their contract? What if she never approached him with the subject? Would she truly think he didn't know? Did she know he knew now?

All such considerations blurred from his mind as he touched her hands, lacing their fingers together as true lovers would. It was a joy merely to feel her body shifting against his, and he fed upon that. The rhythmic swelling of her chest as she relaxed, the soft velvet of her plumage running through his hands, just feeling the shape of her body made him ravenous, it was almost too much...

"...did you sleep well?"

@darkest-dove

[darkest-dove]

The night of Archduke Dantalion's infamous scandal expose had left her in a state of limbo. She had been in shock the night before, before submitting to tears, and then sleepless terror.

The weight of over thirty years worth of lies and deceit had borne down on her head in the worse way. Perhaps she had always suspected her brother of constantly keeping secrets....but to keep this one seemed more pointed cruelty rather than self-preservation. Coronis had always questioned why her efforts to be acceptable and loved always fell short, always trying to feel out which vital flaw kept her siblings cold and aloof, in spite of everything.

It had never occurred to her that the consequence of being born was going to deny her that.

She had wanted to run and confront her brother about it. To scream, to throw things, to demand why he'd kept it from her. There was no feasible way he hadn't known. It was simply impossible. But something stopped her, a familiar door where someone slept in innocence of all this.

Her husband.

The morning had come. She had not left, but contained herself to her room and cried all night. It had taken some doing to make herself up to not look so visibly distraught, but she was being sorely tested. She'd endured with a forced smile through breakfast, but as the light streamed over the patio, and she was encouraged to lay on top of them in a soft embrace, she felt the truth crushing her like a heavy stone. He smiled with serenity, and stroked and soothed her as he always did on lazy mornings, his fingers admiring, his attitude obliging. It was a terrible guilt that chewed at her like a thousand insects; to be the object of such loving adoration...when her very existence was fraudulent.

He only asked how she'd slept. And knowing she hadn't, feeling this awful sick feeling in her stomach, she couldn't help it. It was always going to be him that made her feel weak, always the comfort and care that brought her to her knees.

She began to cry.

[aroyaltailor]

Oh.

Parak's mind was already screaming with invectives as she began to cry, flagellating himself with increasingly-stupid insults as his brain scrambled for something he could do. The whiplash of the sensations he'd been enjoying compared to now almost made him shriek. Why hadn't he considered his words before speaking?!

–upid soft-headed fucking why didn't you start with her–

He should've chosen better words, something with more compassion than the casual words he'd spoken to her so many times before. He should've said something informative that would tell her he knew of the situation, something that would not make her...

Parak stared as Coronis laid there, crying against him. A moment that lasted an instant, but for him felt like an eternity.

His wife was crying.

He could feel his heart aching for her then, and his own tears began to form. Something about the proximity to her, the fact that he could feel her against him, made it so that he couldn't hold it all back. His masks cracked and molten emotion spilled from his eyes. Liquid droplets. His own tears began to form. Was he... crying? Purely because she was crying? Why couldn't he...

He felt himself crying with her.

Dignity kept him from breaking into a sob, but he cried. He thought of every angle of approach he'd considered and wept at the option he'd chose. Lilith, how could he have ever thought to make her tell him? To make her build up the courage to speak when Coronis already carried so much?! How could he have been so cruel to her? She was suffering! THEY were suffering!

Parak barely contained himself, even as the tears spilled out. The physical presence of his wife had always done things to him, but now it felt like... He held Coronis, the two of them crying together, knowing he needed to say something.

But avoidance won out. That repulsive, disgusting part of him still wanted to hear it from her, and he wept. He wept at the fact that he was making her suffer, by having to carry this burden further.

[aroyaltailor]

She hadn't told him yet.

Parak couldn't fault her for that, not in response to such devastating news. If their positions had been reversed, he could only imagine what terrible methods he'd employ merely to cope with it. To keep his image maintained even in the face is such a blatant disqualification.

And yet here she was.

She laid with him now as they lounged together on the patio, leaning back against him as she let her mind ease into life. Or perhaps she was preparing a confession, or considering exactly how she should inform her chosen husband of such news. Did she fear that he'd abandon her, and renounce their contract? What if she never approached him with the subject? Would she truly think he didn't know? Did she know he knew now?

All such considerations blurred from his mind as he touched her hands, lacing their fingers together as true lovers would. It was a joy merely to feel her body shifting against his, and he fed upon that. The rhythmic swelling of her chest as she relaxed, the soft velvet of her plumage running through his hands, just feeling the shape of her body made him ravenous, it was almost too much...

"...did you sleep well?"

@darkest-dove

[aroyaltailor]

"The Fertility what?!"

One internet search later, and Parak's afternoon was effectively ruined.

[aroyaltailor]

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