Remember to reach out to your fellow pack-members, especially the ones you wanna write with. You gotta bridge the gap sometimes, take the lunge and open that howler and just go ‘hey. so about your muse,’ and then just go nuts and talk about threads. A LOT OF PEOPLE won’t approach you first because you might seem intimidating. You don’t know who might be too scared to say hi. Go poke your followers!
Figure out which ones aren’t dog drones if you gotta make a game out of it
Do not reblog rps if you’re a personal blog. If you’re not involved, you’re not invited to reblog.
If you're an RP blog and wondering why an unrelated fandom RP blog followed you, hello ! This is my multimuse!
There was a stiffness to his back. It was lingering in the best ways, the kind that makes you want a good crack, similar to the sensation just before you snap a stick, trying to scare your friends sneaking around in the woods.
Zheng Fa was hours away. A jet could get him there in time for a stark, humid and miserable day. But it would be familiar. Like the dirt paths he charged down chasing dogs, or the streets where his family had known notoriety as well as fame, sometimes in the same breath of strangers.
He continued still to lean over his desk, relentlessly dug into his work. Months of investigation into the corruption of L.A. at the bidding of INTERPOL, and nothing had been turned up. Folded papers in the shapes of coffee cups, dumbbells, and fancy lizards were in fact, just fanciful ways for a coworker to kill time. There was no conspiracy to uproot the chief prosecutor, or the district L.A. judges. The cops were... ornery, at worst.
He relents. He seals the manila envelope, dropping it into the hands of a man he wouldn't see again. The wolf's head cane props against his office door as he takes a final stock of his belongings. He writes a note, sure to be picked up when his coffee order arrives, sharp at 7:05.
Hey there.
Work calls again.
I've never met more stand-up types in a place like this. You passed a test you didn't know you were taking. The best part is that I was proven wrong, despite everything. I won't bore you with confidential details. I'm glad to have called the best of you friends, and the worst of you, clowns to laugh at.
Lang Zi says: Wolves keep no time, no end and beginning. Yet, the truest wolf knows when to return to the den of his comforts.
Unfortunately, you all have probably noted my absence. Life as of late has drastically changed.
I am closing this blog, and others like it. I have been in the RP community for what feels like a decade. I simply do not have the time anymore to dedicate to this hobby. I am pursing with hobbies that I can grasp physically, and will start on, instead, a manuscript for a book I've been meaning to write for some time. Maybe I'll pick up my watercolors again and make my own cover for it.
I have loved every little adventure here. But I realized after spending so much time away from the internet, that I want to do more, and I can't do it online. I will never motivate myself if I'm constantly online trying to make mini stories, and not the one I've been putting off.
I say this again, I love you all. I apologize that I couldn't finish every story with you. Even now I'm tempted to start a whole new blog all over again, and for a whole new character.
However,this post will be queued and reblogged across all other blogs for three days. I will delete these blogs after three days. You can find me on bluesky, birdygonow if you want to send the occasional message.
Unfortunately, you all have probably noted my absence. Life as of late has drastically changed.
I am closing this blog, and others like it. I have been in the RP community for what feels like a decade. I simply do not have the time anymore to dedicate to this hobby. I am pursing with hobbies that I can grasp physically, and will start on, instead, a manuscript for a book I've been meaning to write for some time. Maybe I'll pick up my watercolors again and make my own cover for it.
I have loved every little adventure here. But I realized after spending so much time away from the internet, that I want to do more, and I can't do it online. I will never motivate myself if I'm constantly online trying to make mini stories, and not the one I've been putting off.
I say this again, I love you all. I apologize that I couldn't finish every story with you. Even now I'm tempted to start a whole new blog all over again, and for a whole new character.
However,this post will be queued and reblogged across all other blogs for three days. I will delete these blogs after three days. You can find me on bluesky, birdygonow if you want to send the occasional message.
Unfortunately, you all have probably noted my absence. Life as of late has drastically changed.
I am closing this blog, and others like it. I have been in the RP community for what feels like a decade. I simply do not have the time anymore to dedicate to this hobby. I am pursing with hobbies that I can grasp physically, and will start on, instead, a manuscript for a book I've been meaning to write for some time. Maybe I'll pick up my watercolors again and make my own cover for it.
I have loved every little adventure here. But I realized after spending so much time away from the internet, that I want to do more, and I can't do it online. I will never motivate myself if I'm constantly online trying to make mini stories, and not the one I've been putting off.
I say this again, I love you all. I apologize that I couldn't finish every story with you. Even now I'm tempted to start a whole new blog all over again, and for a whole new character.
However,this post will be queued and reblogged across all other blogs for three days. I will delete these blogs after three days. You can find me on bluesky, birdygonow if you want to send the occasional message.
oh you know i'm just in pain ( 💧💧 for your muse to find mine secretly crying w/ @bloodxhound )
THEY ALL HAVE THEIR BREAKING POINTS. From Detective Barlowe and his hemophobia to Mister Godot with the Fey family to Detective Lang and his family's broken reputation, they all have their breaking points. Nakamura is no different; for her, it's-
The case is cut and dry, if not downright cruel. As usual, there is a body- otherwise, Nakamura wouldn't need to be on the scene- and then the yellow tape to block off the onlookers. She can't help but be thankful for it and prays that the media won't sink its claws too deeply. This, of course, is a fool's thought- if there is one thing the media loves, it's sensationalism.
( She wonders if Detective Lang is thinking the same thing. )
The victim is (was) a young woman, Mariko Green. She was 26, she was bright-eyed, and she was a medical student, studying to be a doctor. She was at the top of her class and always had a pen to spare for a classmate. Her bedside manners with patients were what made her stand out amongst her peers.
And during the early hours of this morning, she was found with her head smashed into a desk and bruises shaped like fingerprints around her neck. Nakamura watches as the emergency services zip up the body bag to transfer it over to moratorium. The look on Green's face is haunting, to say the least. An initial glance over suggests that she died terrified and even worse, died while struggling. Nakamura dreads to find out the severity of the wounds beneath Green's clothes as the positioning of such suggests-
They already have a few suspects in mind and eventually, they will be found and they will face justice.
But even justice won't bring Green back.
Nakamura excuses herself. Says something about needing to get a coffee for the long night. She even offers to get the others some as well, but first she makes a pit stop in an alleyway.
She squeezes her eyes shut. They all have their breaking points. She covers her mouth and tries not to shudder. This just happens to be Suki Nakamura's. There are moments where Suki can't help but think that people are just downright awful, terrible, and cruel. There's no doubt in her mind that this wasn't done on accident.
Why things like this always end up happening to people like Green? To people who just want to go some good instead?
Something soft suddenly rests on her shoulders. She looks up- it's Detective Lang. He's looking off to the side. His jaw is clenched and the grip around his cane is tight. He's also not wearing his usual fur coat. She looks down- it's draped over her shoulders instead.
Clearly she's not the only affected by this case.
Nakamura brings her sleeve up. Rubs hers eyes one last time. "Nakanai." She whispers, forcefully to will it into reality.
I won't cry.
"I'm okay," she says, looking Detective Lang in the eye. Her eyes are puffy and they still sting from rubbing against her sleeve. Detective Lang's jacket still hangs from her shoulders; she'll return it to him soon she tells herself. "Your juniors have been clamoring for coffee. Make sure they work for it."
I must update a few things since I've not been active here for a good few days. I have been evicted but I have already found a place in a new state and interviews scheduled. I have family nearby so I'm not without help.
Internet hasn't been set up at the new place. I don't know what will fit into my budget until I get hired. I will be on my phone which doesn't give me access to icons . I can still format posts, but not trim any of them.
Regular posting will resume likely after November ends or whenever the hullabaloo around me eases down. We will see!
I love you all very much and I'm excited to get back. I may make small draft work depending on what I have time for.
