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ooc. this week i’m going to be on a bit of a semi-hiatus. i have three shows to run this week and a couple of tests, so writing is not really a priotity. i’m gonna try to do some replies today hopefully
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ooc. this week i’m going to be on a bit of a semi-hiatus. i have three shows to run this week and a couple of tests, so writing is not really a priotity. i’m gonna try to do some replies today hopefully
PSA: POST LENGTH.
when I say that you don’t have to match my length in a post, I mean like… If I write 4 paragraphs, I’m not expecting you to write 4 paragraphs? y’know. i’m cool if you write 1 or 2 or 8.
but… when i write 4 paragraphs & get a one/two line reply? that’s… stretching it a bit, don’t you think?
I really wish I could be one of those people who’s like fine, with everything?? but I guess I’m just not. & i was feeling bad about it for a long time but my logic got to me. & let me kinda’ explain.
in a post, generally, I have my character do three things:
SAY SOMETHING. or multiple things. or… shout, sob, etc. DO ACTIONS. to progress the plot. THINK & FEEL. to help me & you understand why they’re doing what they’re doing.
generally, a good way to roleplay with someone and to progress the plot, and deepen the connection to the characters, is to respond to what your partner does in a post. so don’t pick, at random, one line of dialogue and respond to that and nothing else? don’t ignore everything they’ve just said, and respond only to the action.
as well as RESPONDING you then add something of your own, to progress the plot. so you could… ask a question, prep an attack, try to coax them into doing something, explain something… y’know. give them in turn something to RESPOND too.
weather you have your character inner monologue or not is up to you. it helps to connect but it’s not always needed. but it helps others understand them.
so, while all this can be done in a little paragraph, it can’t be done in one or two lines.
it’s about RESPECT for your partner, too. like, the effort they have put in. i don’t care what people say. it’s rude af to expect one party to carry a thread.
so my I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH YOU REPLY WITH has a limit, dudes. it’s not anything personal. it’s just I need to be able to continue the thread.
ooc. i’ve got about three replies to do, but i’m gonna get some sleep now. if you want a thing tomorrow, just like this post
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this was so embarrassing. ❝i don’t normally do this. — ❞ she’s trying not to be sheepish, trying not to be so shy. ❝but, could i take your picture?? it’s just, the light is perfect an’ an’ how you were jus’ lookin’ up just now.❞
( curious eyes quickly glance over to the other, corners of her lips tugging upwards, finding the other's timidness and inquiry rather endearing. her voice quite assuring and warm, while she gives a nod. ) "yeah of course! so should i just stay like this?"
— ❛ ♛ ⊰ @dreamtaled ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ ᴅ ғ ᴏ ʀ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ.
❝ you’re not a cop, are you ? ❞
it is always a little alarming when a person approaches you out of nowhere in the middle of the night. particularly when you’re sat underneath the buzzing neon sign of a closed drug store, empty parking lot extended in front of you and only the bright moon there to keep you company. herschel, face blank despite their SUDDEN inquiry, stops rolling the smoke between their fingers for a moment to give the other a mocking look.
❝ i’m not a minor, i swear. ❞
( it is not a rare sight to see ky mindlessly walking around in the middle of the night. pretty much the nocturnal creature, for he does not require a lot of sleep, a few hours at most, all too familiar with the low buzzing sound of half broken neon lights illuminating cities and the soft light of the moon. he lets out a chuckle at the other's inquiry. in a mocking tone, matching the other's look, he replies. )
"pretty sure if i was one i'd have better things to do, kid."
rose:
“Is that an invitation on getting drunk with you on a weekday?”
Rose was more amused at the suggestion, she hasn’t drank alcohol to the point she was drunk on a weekday, at least since she was in college beginning as a freshman. Smiling warmly at the memory of being naive about life.
“What can I say, I can be quite a mess.”
She chuckled with a shrug of her shoulders, tracing the lid of her cup as she stared down at the dark colored liquid that she relies on so much in the mornings.
“Do you have a name, unless you want me to call you the man who threw rocks at my window super early in the morning drunk.”
"if you want it to be"
( he's quite used to having a few drinks on a weekday, perhaps a little too often, but not to the point of getting actually drunk. it's nothing his body can't handle, having quite a tolerance for alcohol. but maybe drinking often alone isn't the best habit. )
"me too, but you've probably notice that. when does someone who is not a mess knock on a stranger's window? did any heartbreaks make you a mess?"
( along with his statement, he makes a motion with his hand, pointing at his own face. he brings the cup up to his lips and takes a sip, enjoying the taste of the warm liquid in his mouth. )
"love the nickname but it's a bit of a mouthful. this stranger's name is Ky. and do you have a name or do i have to call you 'stranger who let in a man who threw rocks at her window super early in the morning drunk?’”
ooc. wanna write a headcanon about that one time ky did something really shitty but tbh i dont know how to write it down
i want to be someone’s main verse
i want to be someone’s rp partner
i want to be the blog someone get’s excited about when they see im on
i want to be something to someone
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So you lost your muse for a specific character? Don’t worry we all do every once in a while. I’ve noticed a couple mistakes I often make when trying to find my muse again though and have pointed them out in hopes to help some people like me out! If anyone else has other bad habits they do feel free to send them into me and I can add it to the list.
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(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ky taking young supernaturals under their wing.
necromantiia:
‘that would equal for a terrible day.’ a mumble under his breath, he really did not have it worse than her – no way! at her question he would shake his head. ‘no, I tend to keep my work place quite clean.’ he says quite PROUDLY. ‘you could’ve just thrown some at them, always classy.’
the corners of her lips turn upwards at his comment, a smile sneaking through. “i don’t think i’m the type of person to carry guts around and throw them at people, my bag would get too messy.” her words are accompanied by a chuckle. sure it would’ve been a dick move, but she would have loved throwing at least something in their face. “so did anything interesting happen to you today? got hit? guts thrown at you?”
collateralxbeauty:
Rosalie nodding her head after he finished his story, feeling sort of bad for the fella when clearly things were complicated between him and the redheaded named Maggie.
“Or perhaps not, unless you want to get super drunk on a weekday.”
She slid over his cup and walked toward the fridge to grab creamer and sugar, setting it down between them on the counter.
“No, I’ve been up. I was actually about to head to bed when you started throwing rocks and confessing your love Prince Charming.”
“i’ll tell you what, how about i’ll throw rocks at your window again when I wanna get drunk on a weekday?”
( a bold suggestion, trying to totally shift the focus of their conversation from his apparent heartbreak. hands reach for the cup, fingers slightly recoiling at the heat, yet a hiss does not leave his mouth. )
“if your Prince Charming is a drunk stranger visiting the wrong house, that's messed up.”
( joking words fall from his lips as he scoops a few, probably a few too many, spoons of sugar into his coffee. conversation flows smoothly for people who don’t even know eachother’s name. )
i said i was gonna do replies but then my mental health crashed a little bit. hoping to get one or two out right now and then ill go to bed
ooc. so hi hi! kind of disappeared for a few days, took a few days to fully relax. i’m gonna work on my drafts now and then maybe write an open or something. like this if you want me to write you a thing!
honestly being tagged in things makes me so happy because it’s like?? ? you think of me?? ? you remember me?? ? i don’t even remember me sometimes
ooc. im gonna go to hit the hay now. like this post and i’ll write you a starter in the morning.