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@chegadesaudade
I don’t want to leave everyone hanging for replies without communication from my end, so I’m officially putting this blog on a full hiatus until at least the end of the semester, if not longer.
If we’re mutuals here and you’d still like to RP with me, I’m most active on @notevenjupiter and its respective sideblogs.
eludum:
“you’re gonna need to watch your thirst as well as your hunger,” chiaki explained. “temperature is important, too.” iris and chiaki had been loaded into the game in the middle of a forest. “you can die of exposure in harsher terrain… right now we’re probably good, though, so let’s just see what we can find.”
some of the parameters of the mod had been changed, to allow for a multiplayer experience. iris wouldn’t experience those just yet, however.
what she would experience.. was that punching trees just wasn’t gonna do it. she wouldn’t gain any materials that way, unless she aimed for the leaves, which would at least give her sticks. the best she could hope for was to dig up some dirt, find some gravel, and turn that into flint.
not that chiaki was going to outright tell her that just now. for now it was more fun to, more than likely, watch iris punch trees until she gave up on that endeavor.
If Chiaki thought Iris would be mindlessly punching the trees and getting nowhere, she was absolutely right, as Iris was using all of her usual mindless tricks to no avail.
“Hey!! Where’s all the materials! What’s the deal?!”
A quick turn to her broadcasting partner - and a quick glance at the flood of hate comments in the chat - showed her that this was clearly not the way. Especially since this endeavor was starting to chip away at that thirst meter.
“They weren’t lying about the challenge, were they...”
She shook her head off, and brought that trademark smile back to her face.
“But no matter! As long as I’m alive, every obstacle is no sweat for A-Set! And if the trees aren’t gonna be my friend...”
Chiaki’s train of thought had been voiced by a few people in chat, and Iris quickly turned her avatar towards the ground, beginning to axe it as fast as possible. “Dig, dig dig dig, dig dig...”
psyncin-in-the-restrain:
[Shit…! She’s awake! But he couldn’t reveal himself to her now! Not only that, but he was driving. He had to keep his eyes forward on the road. Past memories of Date driving had been unusual because of his prosthetic, and Saito would be incapable of doing the same of gazing at his passenger and driving safely.]
[Not only that, but she just… called him Date.]
[It felt heartbreaking, because it wasn’t who he was, but for his sister’s sake he just had to act the part.]
“You’re awake now, Iris? I found you passed out in front of Lemniscate. Have you been sleeping enough?” [The detective asked, the tone of concern evident in his voice. Would Date sound concerned for Iris? Or would he poke fun at her? His interactions with the idol have been so complex, how would be pinpoint the proper way to talk with her at this point?!]
“Nnnn....”
Saito's ruse was working - between Iris’s dazed state and the incredibly familiar voice, she fully believed it was Kaname Date. In fact... as she slowly sat up, leaned back on the seat... she couldn’t remember Kaname Date, her Uncle. All she could remember was Kaname Date, her bodyguard. Which meant...
“Date, you’re... taking me somewhere safe, right? Away from... NAIX...”
Another swoon, and her head was back on the backseat, laying on its side, as she lost the strength to sit up.
“I trust you, Date... you’re the only one... I trust...”
springpeaches:
marisol nods her head a couple of times, “yes! they are definitely for you. i thought you and your children would enjoy the fruits!” she purses her lips slightly, “i mean it’s nothing much but its really a thank you for teaching me!”
her eyes widen as if they were twinkling when kass hands her the instrument. her heart started to pound faster and faster as her fingers carefully caress the instrument. “it’s so … pretty…” she whispers. she hadn’t played an instrument in a while. hopefully, she is able to learn or play well. in the back of her mind, she makes a mental note to purchase a melodeon in the future.
“im ready! ill do my best, i promise!”
“You are far too kind. They’ll enjoy these, I’m sure.”
With the fruits set aside, the melodeon placed in her lap, and his own larger accordion in his hands, the lesson was ready to begin.
“Let’s start at the very beginning - it’s a very good place to start. We’ll begin with the most basic of all notes, a fundamental of music, and a particular favorite of mine: the middle C. Can you see? Here.”
{CONT.} 003; graviora manent
visiodei:
[ @chegadesaudade’s luck is about to run out. ]
— THURSDAY, TEN O’CLOCK PM. When he had come early that morning to visit Free the Soul’s primary base of operations, he hadn’t expected to witness anything besides business as usual. Up until now, his prediction had been proven right. Everything had proceeded smoothly; the scientists were at work, the guards were patrolling, and the Myrmidons were more or less taking care of themselves, only requiring the briefest of interventions on his part when a pair of younger clones — emboldened by their rank, no doubt — had decided to run carelessly about the facility’s halls and force their elders to pursue them. The sun was down now, and with such little time left in the day, Delta thought it safe to assume nothing else would go awry.
Oh, how terribly wrong he was.
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“G-guys? What is- Hey! Knock it off, y-”
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Updates!
Doing this while I’m motivated! Yeah!
I’m trying to catch up on threads & plots on all of my blogs. So with that said, my Iris and Kass threads here are getting the most priority, so I shuffled around the active muse order a bit.
This is also a heads up that I’m not going to be accepting new threads right now. Hopefully by the end of next week, I’ll be able to open up for more new things - especially for all the wonderful AC blogs I’m seeing! I love all y’all!
Ahoy, landlubbers! Have you been noticing any feathered flotsam washing up on your beaches lately? That’s just Gulliver! He makes for a great friend, as well as a convenient flotation device.
((This is a new Animal Crossing rp blog looking for folks to follow! Crossovers welcome~))
Just a heads up that I’m back in Zero Escape heaven ( here and here ) and activity on this blog’s probably going to be slowing down for a little while.
hi! i’m octave! i’m an indie non-selective rp blog with five muses to choose from. you like musicians? italian musicians? alien musicians? how about an actor-turned babysitter? i also have an engineering student who runs on coffee, and a shy writer who loves to bake. choose from four fandomless ocs and a certain stella from interstella 5555. please check me out if you’re interested and i hope to interact with you soon!
rules || muse selection
& cherry.
beyondhatred:
⤷ ❛❛That is… quite the generous offer,❜❜ he replied, brushing his cape behind his shoulders and following after her at a steady pace. ❛❛I might take you up on it. It’s been a while since I’ve tasted fresh fruit.❜❜
As he walked, The End took in some of the details of the world around him. Everything was simple shapes and bright colors, and the grass below his feet was cropped so evenly that it almost didn’t seem real. What an idyllic place this was, he mused. He tried to suppress the envy he felt coming on, but it was a futile effort. These innocent little animals, going about their daily lives without a care in the world, had never known and would never know the agony he’d endured, the pure existential dread that had once permeated every fiber of his being as he spent every day knowing he was waiting to die. He didn’t deserve that suffering any more than they did. Why was it that – no, no, cut it out, The End. Can’t you go five minutes without spiraling into self-pity like this? Just go with the nice red dog and pick the blasted pears. Now isn’t the time for pointless angst.
With that internal scolding rightfully administered to himself, he straightened out and forced himself to smile. He definitely needed a break.
❛❛So,❜❜ he continued, ❛❛to whom do I owe this… pleasure?❜❜
There wasn’t much in the way of an internal monologue from Cherry, other than pears. She liked pears. She liked eating them, she liked picking them, she liked the friends she made with pears. If she could find a way to write a really rockin’ song about pears, she would. She was even disappointed that Fruits Basket didn’t have as much actual fruit in a basket as the title would have led her to believe.
“I’m Cherry! Cherry like cherries, ‘cause I’m red, and you can usually catch me in a pair, because I’m all about having good friends. What what!”
That last remark was punctuated with a grin and another tail wag.
“And, hey, what’s your name?”
RUN BY GIO RUN BY BIRD
𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙓 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙓 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎
i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” like, i get it, i’m about to undergo a storm of tribulation, what frickin ever
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Firefighter, time traveller, and himbo extraordinaire, it’s Carlos from Zero Time Dilemma! Crossover-friendly, not spoiler-free. Follows from notevenjupiter.
INDEPENDENT, SEMI-PRIVATE MULTIMUSE WRITTEN BY FJ. PRIMARY MUSE IS SHUICHI SAIHARA FROM DRV3 BUT MANY OTHERS ARE EXPLORED!
OH RAVEN WON’T YOU SING ME A HAPPY SONG OH RAVEN WON’T YOU SING ME A HAPPY SONG SCORPION STING, I DON’T WANNA BLEED TELL ME THAT I’M NOT LOST OH RAVEN WON’T YOU SING ME A HAPPY SONG?
springpeaches:
a starter for @chegadesaudade !! directed to: kass !!
she had always wanted to learn other instruments but the only thing she could actually play was piano. sort of the typical kind of instrument that most asians would have taken. however, when she heard the other playing his accordion, she had wanted to attempt to learn that instrument as well.
“ah!! kass!!” she smiles and runs up to him, a small bag in her hand. “i bought some fruits for you if that’s okay! i’m somewhat excited. thank you for taking your time to teach me how to play the accordion.”
“Are these for me? Truly?”
Kass was taken aback by the gesture, and took a moment to peer through the bag. He had offered these lessons gratis, free of charge, and hadn’t expected payment beyond diligent practice and a few thank yous.
“You are most gracious. I’ll be sure to save most of these for my children.”
He set the bag down, and offered her a red and white melodeon. Slightly smaller than the traditional accordion, it was what he favored most as a teaching instrument, and it was a good complement to the brown-and-gold melodeon he most frequently travelled with.
“Whenever you’re ready, we’ll begin.”
“Mom always says there’s magic in chance encounters, so I’m glad we ran into each other like this.”
Indie Skye from Animal Crossing! Primarily versed in New Horizons. Hit that like / reblog button if you want to interact!
