I simply do not vibe with my father

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I simply do not vibe with my father
In regards to your AU, what's Aaravi's relationship with Bellanda like? I feel like it's safe to assume she doesn't care for Laudanda and Amanda, so I'm curious as to how well she gets on with the sister Miranda's closest to.
(Also, thank you for opening my eyes to Miravi. I was pretty neutral on it until I stumbled across your art and ramblings about them, and now I have three fanfic WIP's for them and am currently naming their fankids)
ironically i havent been writing very much about bellanda yet, despite her having a fairly large role in the story regardless. mostly this is just me not being happy with how i write her just yet - i know WHAT i want to do with her and how she acts, but getting her voice nailed down in my brain is a different matter (and one that i always struggle with anyways)
the important thing to understand first about bellanda is that her and miranda are heavily codependent.
COME ON BARBIE, LET’S GO PARTY (ah, ah, ah, yeah!)
You’ve become carrion, sister.
She’s feeling very proud all of a sudden. How odd.
royalreef:
“Envy? Is that what you assume I feel for you?” She’s not elaborating any further. That’s a sign of danger, in all that they were born and raised in, and all that Bellanda knows of Amanda. “Only you would be so astute as to mistake what I do as refusing to put in any hard work. Or, perhaps, are you implying your own hands are dirty? That perhaps I should speak to Ts’yuti Renjr’ar about having someone look into that? To clean them up for you?”
“Now now, no need to make assumptions-I’m sure it is very difficult to be waited on hand and foot by those who revere you. I most certainly could not handle such a burden.”
“You would bother him with such meaningless trifles as me doing just as I am told? Truly, your courage knows no bounds, sister mine. What would I do without you to hold me up, just as Atlas holds the world, or a beetle its dung?”
royalreef:
“Have we come across a lack of dark corners for you to hide within? Should I call the royal architects, and demand more to be built? Or are you merely going to constantly sit upon the sidelines and watch whilst everyone else goes about their ordered business?”
“Oh, sister dearest, my deepest apologies. I should have known you would grow envious were I to make my appearance, yet it seems I couldn’t help myself. Don’t fret-I’ll go back to dirtying my hands so your delicate, feeble constitution need not chip a nail soon enough.”
Well, well, look who it is. No wonder it reeks of hypocrisy in here.
Normalize rpers following each other to enjoy each others writing and headcanons. Normalize interacting in a, 'you are cool and this thing you write is too!' without the stigma of, if you follow another role player your muses must interact to enjoy each other on the dash. Of course we enjoy writing - that is why we are here - but I do also enjoy my fellow rpers and their content even if we aren't.
Yasmine Wüster
royalreef:
The ground below them vibrates. To Bellanda’s ears, she would be able to hear what was happening, hear the infrasonic rumbles that emanate from her little sister, deep and visceral enough to make the world around them tremble in their presence. They both know what that sound is, what it means. She’s growling at Bellanda.
Miranda has growled at Bellanda before. Contrary to popular belief, they still have had their fights, petty and important, as happens among siblings. They’re good at not showing it off, at keeping it secret, private. Anything too public would be a danger, and they could not be seen having a divide, even a temporary one. Then they could be properly, actually broken up, torn from each other like a limb from a socket.
But not ever like this. Not this loud, not with baring teeth and fangs and flared fins and slow-swishing tail, not staring her down like Miranda’s world was coming undone and it was all Bellanda’s horrible, horrible fault.
Head twists to the side and lunges, snaps her jaws just an inch from Bellanda’s face, in the worst move to command her to be silent that Miranda’s ever dared with her big sister. She’s being insolent, and Miranda knows it. She doesn’t bother to care right now, not for all the petty, furious hatred and hurt in the world. If she was going to act like a child, then she was going to get what she was fully owed, brash and brazen and utterly daring Bellanda to strike her down for it.
It might have been easier, if she did. In a way, Miranda wished Bellanda would just reprimand her, would push claws and teeth into her skin, would remind her who was the bigger sister, who had looked after her all of her life, who her every breath was owed to, and who Miranda could neatly sort into mental categories, assign easier feelings to, force her own body to obey and believe that it was all wrong and why would she ever have doubted her T’gyt?
This must be why her friends so loved the title of arsonists. To be incendiary meant that someone else could be the spark, and burn away all the excess filth about them.
“That is rich coming from you, Tag'yct'eh-Kht'Aeng'glehr'l.” Cute nicknames that they had given to each other when they were pups were not going to be a part of this conversation. “When were you going to tell me? Were you just going to keep it a secret forever, and hope I did not find out?
You were just going to let me sit and cry and worry and make myself sick all day and night about someone breaking in and dragging us both out on a silver platter to be diced up and served to a hungry crowd, my entire world crumbling around me in seconds, meanwhile you got to sit happy and content in the truth?
While I have told you every single miserable, stupid fact about myself for all of my life for you to judge and would have blindly trusted you to the end? While you have gotten to know everything about me from the moment I was born and you get to keep as many awful secrets as you please, no matter how it hurts me? Has my pain always been so worthless to you?
What other secrets have you been hiding? How else do you wish to hurt me?”
Bellanda’s chest is tight, all of a sudden-her world crashing down upon her head like a tidal wave. She knows. She knows. She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows-
Breathe. It’s not too late, it can’t be too late. There has to be a way to salvage this, a way to assuage her fear and her fury without putting her at risk. Surely she made a contingency for when this exact moment came upon them, right? She just has to wrack her brain until she recalls it.
Nothing. She’s drawn up blanks, and Miranda towers before her, snapping and snarling and demanding the truth, blissfully ignorant to the tempest whose eye she resides in.
Au’tyr.
“Do you truly think that little of me? Do you think I kept this from you to take sick pleasure in your torment, in your suffering? Do you think I did not spent countless nights awake and fretful of what would happen, if you were to know, haunted by the knowledge that you would turn on me in an instant? That even if you did not, if they were to learn that you knew, they would finally have excuse to see you dead? At least if I kept it quiet, you were free from the consequences of my actions, kept safe by your own ignorance. But now you stand before me, fangs and claws bared, demanding the truth and nothing less, unaware of the poisons that come with it!”
Bellanda slumps in her seat, her sigh weary and her shoulders heavy, having aged a thousand years in only a moment. “I will not deny you, I will not treat you like a fool. You wish to know my secrets? Then I will tear myself open and show you my heart. But do not say I didn’t warn you.”
A violent tremble runs through her, betraying the mask of indifference she so often keeps upon her face. Nsh’atf’rr forgive her for what she must do.
“I am a bastard, born of the King and a woman not of noble blood. When he learned of me, he had my mother killed, and were it not for the mercy of the Queen, would have killed me with her.”
royalreef:
“Tag'yct'eh-Kht'Aeng'glehr'l, we have to talk.”
Ah, her full name-that’s quite a rarity these days. Something must be very wrong, then.
“Is everything alright, Sz’xi?” Many times she’s heard that tone spill fourth from Miranda’s mouth, but never once has it been directed at her. Thinking over her actions as of late, she attempts to recall anything she’s done that could have triggered her sister’s ire-and comes up entirely blank. Her brow furrows-if it’s not something she’s done, then what else could it be? Miranda doesn’t get angry at just anything.
...Surely it’s not about-
No, best not even entertain the idea. If she found out about that, well...she doesn’t want to think about it. Her heart’s beating fast enough as it is, thank you very much.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
BOUNCES ON BELL'S BED. BOUNCES ON BELL'S BED. SIS, SIS WAKE UP. SIS YOU'VE BEEN SLEEPING FOR TOO LONG, YOU'VE MISSED THE EXCITEMENT. MIRI IS SOOO CLOSE TO PUSHING HER SISTER ONTO THE FLOOR.
"GHHH-OKAY! I'M UP, I'M UP!"
"Goodness, can't I get any rest around here? I've only been asleep for, what, two hours?"
"WAIT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'EIGHT MONTHS'-"
milobelladonna:
They are also taking selfies with Bellanda’s sleeping form and captioning them as “Just hanging out with the BEASTIE!!! 💜💜💜”
Bellanda please wake up before your datemate starts photoshopping sunglasses onto your face.
There seems to be some confusion in regards to people finding their blogs deleted. As best I understand it, this is what’s going on.
Several roleplay groups have had their main blogs deleted due to being found in violation of Tumblr’s policies. A common practice of many RPGs is to create a separate ad blog, whose sole purpose is to post promos that link back to their main. Most of these ad blogs are queued to post identical or nearly identical promos at a steady rate – slower queues can post every few days, while faster queues can post every hour.
It seems that this is in violation of Tumblr’s policies regarding spam, as well as “deceptive means to generate traffic/revenue.” Rather than solely deactivating the ad blogs, they are also deactivating the main blogs that they link back to. It also seems that some people have been able to recover their blogs by appealing to Tumblr, but others have been lost forever.
To the best of my knowledge, these abrupt deactivations have only been affecting people that repeatedly make identical or near identical posts. As this is primarily a practice done by RPGs via dedicated ad blogs, it shouldn’t be affecting many indie roleplayers. The few indie deactivations I’ve heard of appear to be unrelated accidents – if this happens to you, contact staff immediately and, provided you’re not in violation of any policies, they should be able to restore your account. That being said, this site is notoriously fickle, so regularly backing up content that you would be upset to lose is always a good idea. For RPGs, your best bet seems to be deleting your ad blog immediately, if you have one, and to drastically reduce how often you post identical promos.
Now, I understand how how it feels to find that something you’ve worked hard on is suddenly gone, with no guarantee of getting it back. It’s a terrible feeling and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I would greatly prefer Tumblr use some sort of warning system to give users a chance to fix things before all of their hard work disappears.
That being said, RPG spam has been a problem for a long time, with larger fandoms having their main tags rendered unusable due to the sheer volume of nearly identical group promos. So while deactivating blogs with no warning is certainly extreme, I do believe staff is correct to do something to curb this issue. And I hope this will make RPGs reconsider how they promote themselves, and find new ways to do so that are more considerate to other users.
Tumblr’s at it again with terminating blogs. It’s happened to quite a few people I know. I’m quite certain it’s a bug, and contacting tumblr will get them reinstated. But it is a very stressful moment for a lot of people regardless.
In light of this, I wanted to give some advice: please please please save all your headcanons and important muse info (even your theme) in a google doc or a document you can access with ease that is not affiliated with tumblr. You have worked hard on those. You deserve to know your work isn’t going to waste and in the event your blog does not get reinstated, it’ll be much easier to make a new blog and just re-add the information with little hassle, and you won’t feel like you lost something valuable because you’ll still have access to it.
This has been a small psa.
Unfortunately it’s not a bug. Tumblr has been contacted by many roleplayers + our admin team at findrps and they are terminating blogs that post ads through the queue that are copy/pasted or use a third party to fill the queue. It’s considered spam, and tumblr is saying they will not reinstate blogs that do this. Please save your work. And please consider joining the findrps server to promote your roleplays/indies to a 500+ (and growing) member audience.