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[remainiingconstant]

is this blog still active?

I try to be! I just don't have much interaction happening right now, and I've had a lot of irl stress on me which has led to this blog kinda falling by the wayside. You can always send asks if you'd like to see more activity!

[remainiingconstant]

Holding WX out by its ankle and shaking it

[cease-starvation]

remainiingconstant​:

Luckily, Woodie’s mental absence goes unnoticed. Wormwood was a relatively intelligent individual, certainly, but an intelligent individual who often failed to pick up on subtleties. Or at least failed to acknowledge them when they were present. Either way, the plant was nothing short of delighted with the current situation.

“Good to see friends.” Wormwood agrees, trying to convey that he’s enjoying spending time with Woodie and Lucy. That is, as long as Lucy’s blade is kept away. Far away. The presence of the axe always made Wormwood just a little nervous, but… she seemed nice too. “Good day for walk. Day ball shiny, no clouds. Very nice.”

Wormwood paused for only a moment to scratch their chin. “How many rock camp need?” He couldn’t remember, having gotten too enamored with the walk to their destination.

Woodie stopped in place to answer the question, thinking for a second before answering. “I.. ain’t too sure, eh? Though we probably need enough for a couple more crockpots ‘n stone walls. Maybe around 80 or.. 1200..? How’s about you collect 40 an’ I’ll collect 80?”

Lucy, having now gotten more impatient, exasperatingly added to the conversation with a loud whisper that midway through, got loud enough to be heard from the axe holster of the woodman’s belt.  ‘..or! How about you both collect 40 and get back quickly so we can finally go ch..’ Woodie shot her a concerned look before she could finish, then subtly nudged his head towards wormwood.

Then you could hear her hesitate, sigh, and change her wording. ‘choose which place to put our kitchen set up..! I was thinking near some water so we could fish..!’

That was close.

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“Ooh, very lots.” Wormwood nods, and then pauses to listen to Lucy. It’s not often they hear her, and despite his fear of the axe’s sharp blade, he just smiles and nods along, paying attention to what she has to say and retaining very little of it.

“It not take long,” Wormwood assures, and takes their pickaxe to double-check its state of durability. “Take a lot, so camp have enough. Walk take longer.”

With that, the sapient plant skitters to the nearest boulder, and sets to work. Sure it wasn’t always the best at staying on task, or understanding directions, but he worked hard when he remained focused- something often done better when someone else is there.

[agelesswatch]

@remainiingconstant

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Wanda clenches her clock tightly, hurriedly fiddling around with its hands. She miscalculated, the robot is shredded into scrap again. The Deerclops arrived on the 30th night, not morning like she originally anticipated. They were underprepared, and the automaton is dead because of her.

Arguably, there's more urgent things she could be hung up about. But the amount of horrible timelines, it's quite frankly overwhelming trying to rectify them all. As upset as she is about that, she's ultimately more devistated by her own slip-ups in these timelines. Especially when it costs a life.

She'll fix this, she promises to herself, finally positioning the hands to one season ago, the start of autumn. She just has to go through the motions, instruct the robot how to survive, and remember. Remember the mistakes of past timelines and don't repeat them.

Wanda finally clicks the button on top of her watch. She disappears in a flash that nobody sees.

***

The timekeeper reappears in the middle of a forest. Judging by the lack of snow and the smaller trees, she's in the right time. The timeline is fresh, it's new.

But she isn't quite where she wants to be. She wanted to be at the portal, not a year's walk away from it! Her clock is ticking fast. She'll grow up a year or two by the time she reaches the portal.

... where was it again? This isn't a good time to forget. It's almost never a good time to forget, but with all the timelines running through her head (and getting older doesn't help), everything gets mixed up.

Oh, of course! It's nearby. At least her past self could get close. She starts walking to where she remembers the portal being.

Luckily, she finds it... but it seems the automaton hasn't been sent into the Constant yet. She just has to wait a little.

Waiting is the worst. What feels to be two minutes feels like two years. Literally.

It’ll be fine, Wanda reassures herself. She takes out her beloved watch, made from marble she carved herself. She has her ageless watch. Death won’t catch her, in two minutes or two years.

[agelesswatch]

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Night falls, and the automaton is… only curious. It’s never watched the sky go dark like that, or at all, really. It’s been told that this would happen, but to witness it is something else entirely. WX doesn’t like that it can’t see beyond the torch’s light.

While Wanda busies herself checking her age, the machine wanders to the very edge of the light, trying to glimpse anything through the darkness. Alas, nothing but the unwelcoming pitch was all it could find. It lifts a hand, and begins to reach…

Then lowers it and turns around when Wanda speaks, moving closer to her again. “What is the source of the monster’s hostilities?”

“Don’t do that!” Wanda reaches her free arm out after WX as they reach out, but she stops when they stop.

Her eyes are wide. Her teeth are clenched together. She shifts in place awkwardly as WX retracts their hand. She lowers her own after a second, letting out a deep exhale from holding her breath.

“S-sorry, the night is just... terrifying. I don’t wish for anyone to die that way.” 

She pulls out a little rag from one of her pockets. It’s usually meant for cleaning watches, but she dabs it on her forehead to rid it of sweat beads. 

“I... do not know why she is like that,” Wanda admits. “But please, take it down, wherever you store your information. The night monster is dangerous.”

Usually, Wanda hates to repeat herself. Yet when it comes to this matter, the queen, her minions, Them, she can’t think of a more important thing to stress.

[remainiingconstant]

WX doesn’t seem to fully understand, but it nods nonetheless. It’s never seen a reaction like that from someone, and it isn’t sure what that expression represents. It’s not the approving nod and scratch of a pencil, nor the frustrated setting of a jaw and furrowed brows, nor the disappointed clicking of a tongue and shaking of the head, or…

Well. It’s unfamiliar, just like everything else. WX logs that, too.

“I have made note.” WX says after some pause, looking out to the darkness still. It won’t make the attempt to reach out again, it’s learned not to. However, the presence of incomplete data leaves a drive to investigate. An assignment to remain unfulfilled.

“Avoid the darkness at all costs. Is this correct?”

[soulstarve]

remainiingconstant​:

Webber looks up at the familiar voice, and gives a grin littered with jagged and uneven teeth in return. He drops what he had been working on- a backpack, from the looks of it- and scrabbles to his feet.

“Wortox! It really has been some time since we’ve seen you, it feels like forever!” They snicker, and their coarse fur ruffles up a bit.

“We think we have gotten taller, at least a little bit! WX told us yesterday to stop growing, so we think that has to be the case.” The spider legs on the sides of their head twitch, something that tends to happen when Webber’s expressing anything more than idle glee.

“Is it time for some pranks? Can we help? Please?”

“ Oh little spiderling, ”   he said with a dramatic sigh, his smile never fading for a second,   “ You know me so well yet not quite well enough, ”

     Wortox winked as with one smooth movement he shimmied up right next to Webber and nudged their side with his elbow. He was rather fond of the younger seeming ones of this odd group he’d found himself attending to once in the by and by. It was nice to see them still alive, at the least.

“ The time for pranks is always nigh whenever ol’ Wortox has come to stop by! ”

     He cheered for himself before taking a large step back to a more reasonable distance, tapping on his chin with his claws in a mockery of thought at the others question.

“ And hmm, who’s to say who’s to say? If it’s help that you can lend? In the art of trickery are you truly ready to attend, my dear friend? ”   tilting his head as playfully he asked.

[remainiingconstant]

Webber snickered when they were nudged, and they tapped their own claws together excitedly. Sure, pranks could be iffy territory, but as long as they were harmless…. Webber didn’t see too much of a problem in a little mischief. Besides, they’d love to have something else to do right about now.

“We are, we are!” Webber promises, nodding quickly. “What’s on the list today?”

[remainiingconstant]

ethereal punk

!!eyestrain tw!!

PERFECTION SHALL BE THINE BANE EXISTENCE AS WHAT YOU ARE NOT, YOU ARE NOT THE GOD, BUT THE BLIND AND FOOLISH PROPHET

@iron-hearted

[spiderscribs]

Hey there, I’m re-doing my commission sheet again! Since I changed the url of my main blog, I felt it was time for an update.

If you can’t commission me, please consider reblogging this post instead to help get it out there, and thank you in advance if you do!

[titanofthedepths]

I hate to do this but uh.

I’ve had this sitting on me for months because I’ve been low on money and a previous roommate that was supposed to pay the bill didn’t, and left that responsibility to me despite our agreement that he would be the one to pay it. So. 

Please consider commissioning me, any money I get from commissions until this is paid is going to go towards getting debt collectors off of my back and fixing my credit. Anything helps

[remainiingconstant]

I’ll try to get to asks and stuff this week, I’ve been having health issues on top of some financial stress and havent had the energy or good enough pain days to do much

[copperjackalopemoved]

A DRAWING MEME FOR CREATURE LOVERS

Since I haven’t seen one of these around, here is a meme of different creatures. Send one for me to draw my muse as said creature!

Zombie / infected

Mermaid

Siren

Succubus 

Incubus

Alien

Vampire / Vampiric Creature

Werewolf / Werecreature (specify if desired)

Faun / Satyr

Fae

Centaur / Centaur like creature

Naga

Elf

Demon

Insectoid

Dragon

Naga

Ghost

Wendigo

Winged

Etheral

Elemental

Eldritch

Anthro

Robot / Cyborg / Android / Mechanical creature

Fear-personified

Boogeyman

Slime

Experiment

Phoniex

Chimera

Cryptid

Kaiju

Golem

Ogre

ASKERS CHOICE [send one that is not on here!]

[remainiingconstant]

Gonna be hosting a DST world shortly

[remainiingconstant]

Server is up! I’ll be playing semi-ic as WX

Name: wx goes to jail Password: soup

Mods:

Change characters: hotkey p

Character names

Craftable gears

Gps

Heap of foods + regrowth

Help me up

Magic bottle lanterns

[remainiingconstant]

World closed, thanks for joining!!

[remainiingconstant]

Gonna be hosting a DST world shortly

[remainiingconstant]

Server is up! I’ll be playing semi-ic as WX

Name: wx goes to jail Password: soup

Mods:

Change characters: hotkey p

Character names

Craftable gears

Gps

Heap of foods + regrowth

Help me up

Magic bottle lanterns

[remainiingconstant]

Gonna be hosting a DST world shortly

[remainiingconstant]

What kind of writing partners do you tend to merge well with? Do you like people who communicate, or more impulsive personalities?

I tend to get along w most people, or I at least like to think I do. There’s a really fine line for me to walk between plotting and that plotting transitioning into right out rping so, I’d say it’s a bit of both.

Like, I absolutely need communication on certain details of threads (established relationships, location, the general gist of where the thread is gonna go, etc) but other than that I like to wing it and I think I do best w people who do the same

I’ll admit to liking interacting w people who write completely from their muse’s perspective too like, including their muse’s thoughts and feelings in the threads and not relying solely on action u kno??

I guess overall what I’m getting at is as long as other ppl are chill and can roll w the punches, I can get along well

[remainiingconstant]

Do you project onto your muses at all, giving them similar issues or traits to your own? What is your opinion on people who do this?

Oh, I do it all the time lmao I can’t think of a single muse of mine that doesn’t have at least some traits in common w me. I tend to be drawn to writing characters I can relate to

I honestly think it’s a good way to get a better understanding of a character too, if u can find a way to click w them, so long as its not too out of character and u remember to keep mun =/= muse in mind u kno

Like, projection to a degree ig is what I mean! I’m all for it

[sillyprompts]

Munday Styles and Preferences

What types of threads are your most favourite?

What types of threads are your least favourite?

What kinds of threads do you think you are best at writing?

What is your favourite thing about your muse? Why did you pick them up, what do you want to explore?

What is your least favourite thing about your muse? What makes them difficult to write, or interact with?

Is there a correlation between the muses you like to pick up? Something in particular that draws you to a character and makes you want to write them?

Do you project onto your muses at all, giving them similar issues or traits to your own? What is your opinion on people who do this?

What is the strangest muse you have ever picked up to write, or the most difficult?

Do you write fanfiction and/or drabbles outside of tumblr?

Do you prefer roleplaying over writing fanfiction and/or drabbles?

Do you prefer public or private roleplay? Does this preference change when writing NSFW and smut?

Does your descriptive writing change with each muse, do they influence the way that you narrate and use language?

Does your OOC change with each muse, do they influence the way you generally behave?

What is your opinion on formatting, editing and icons within the community? How do you style your own, do they differ from muse to muse? 

Is there something petty or minor that would cause you not to follow a person?

Does fandom intimidate you, or make you critical of your portrayal? Do you have any irrational doubts in what you are doing?

Are you confident in sending memes, liking for starters, etc.? Is there anything you’d like your followers to know about your anxiety?

What draws you to roleplaying as a hobby? What do you find fun?

What kind of writing partners do you tend to merge well with? Do you like people who communicate, or more impulsive personalities?

Has this hobby changed your life at all? Your mood, your outlook, or your friendship group?

[musingofmemes-blog]

⚔️Shout Out To The Muses That Are UNAPOLOGETIC About Being Assholes, Antagonistic Pricks, and  Generally Bad People™ ⚔️

Stories need conflict to thrive. The Roleplay Community benefits from having muns that play antagonistic characters. Characters that not all others muses will like and get along with. Muses who do fucked up shit and love it. It can be lonely playing a character that everyone wants to treat like a punching bag, or wants to walk over, or ignore.

Reblog if your blog APPRECIATES, SUPPORTS, and RESPECTS Villains and antagonistic muses!!