#avaere

[immobiliter]

gawrsh idk if i'm allowed to follow strangers i've never written with before 😔

it's the cooler lottie here to steal your lunch money, aven

[bloodkeep]

@avaere : stelle ( hsr ) is confused , because if this fella is halovian shaped ( he has a halo over his head ) when where is his chicken wings ? is he a flightless bird ? or ... " dude , did you donate your wings to a halovian winged burger ? " ( sorry she had to ) — unprompted.

         camille  blinks,  then  simply  continues  to  regard  her  in  silence,  eyes  lingering  on  her  with  the  patient  expression  of  someone  who  had  long  since  accepted  that  conversations  aboard  the  astral  express  rarely  followed  a  predictable  course.  ❛ no.  not  even  close. ❜  he  answered  at  last,  his  tone  as  composed  as  ever.  a  quiet  breath  escaped  him,  something  between  a  sigh  and  the  faintest  hint  of  amusement,  a  quiet  chuckle  maybe?  ❛ though  i  will  admit,  that  is  among  the  more...  creative  assumptions  i've  heard  so  far. ❜ 

         almost  unconsciously,  his  gaze  lifted  to  the  thorned  halo  above  him  before  returning  to  her.  ❛ the  sarkaz  are  not  halovians.  some  of  my  people  bear  horns,  others  tails,  wings... ❜  he  paused,  the  corner  of  his  mouth  twitching  just  enough  to  suggest  he  wasn't  entirely  immune  to  her  absurdity.  thus,  he  added.  ❛ ...and  some,  unfortunately,  are  left  to  endure  questions  such  as  yours. ❜

         folding  his  arms  loosely  across  his  chest,  he  gazed  at  her, eyes filled with curiosity.  ❛ though,  now  you've  left  me  wondering. ❜  pausing, he  tilts  his  head  to the side.  ❛ what  possessed  you  to  arrive  at  that  particular  conclusion? ❜  stelle  must  be  hungry  again,  that's  the  only  conclusion  that  made  sense  at  the  moment.  unless…? there's more to it after all?

[vcnefiica]

"Who did this?" childe to lumine!

its the dip in his voice that catches the traveler, he sounds upset, furious even. truthfully, the bruise had been caused by her own misstep, a parry for a feint that slammed her into a cliff side. rocks really weren't kind to her body, but she'd be fine in a day or two. and yet childe is brushing his fingers over her bicep. ❝ ━ if you're upset about this, you should see my back, ❞ she jokes, finally looking up at him. maybe she shouldn't jest about this because the inarticulate sound of disbelief is only funny to her. ❝ ━ i'm okay, it was just a commission gone awry. wouldn't be the first time. i blame myself, pushed past my own limits while tired. ❞ she shrugs, looking down where his fingers have paused by her arm, ❝ ━ i'm all rested now ! but i won't be doing anything today. maybe just roaming around for a bit. wanna join me?❞ / @avaere

[cymerae]

@avaere

" two against on– since /when/ were we voting ..."

"Since right now." Richeh huffed indignantly, as if the answer was obvious. After all, who could dispute the infallible logic of an eleven year old girl. "You and Master Olly were saying different things, so it's only fair I get to decide whose right."

[cymerae]

@orphicflames @avaere

"It's two against one, obviously we're right."

[immobiliter-a]

Another long evening before the screens tied to the development of Amphoreus. Another long instance where prying Herta away required utmost convincing and carefully practiced speech wrapped into just the right amount of bribery. Of course, even if one calculated their steps down to the finest of detail, there was always the uncertain variable of Herta. She acted in her own way, and as many collected data as Screwllum had on her, she still had a way of surprising even him.

She had turned down dinner.

She had turned down lunch.

She had turned down – or well, not turned down, but she had told him that it would be far more beneficial to enjoy a pastry on the side, demanding that he could it for her so that she could keep an eye on the changing numbers of the slumbering world. After all, there had been a small change in the readings, and it had been just small enough for her to freeze in front of it. Not just her, of course, for Screwllum had also come to clear his schedule. Not for Amphoreus alone, but for Herta, knowing that she would spend quite the time trying to figure out what that specific change meant.

Of course, this also meant time would pass, and what must have been yet another endless hour of no change brought the intellitron's hand up towards the back of her neck.

"Herta," Screwllum spoke gently, voice lowered as warming touch allowed itself to knea around the back of her neck. Thumb pressed alongside index, digging a little into her skin. She had been standing for so long already, surely she was getting tired, too. "If you wish to stand here for the reminder of the evening, then I shall accompany you, however, it has been a significant amount of time since you allowed yourself to rest and as your romantic counterpart, I believe my general concern weighs heavier than our prevous relation."

Translated; I am concerned about you, as your lover.

One hand therefore turned to two, the intellitron positioning himself behind her with a proper grasp of her shoulders instead, keeping one a tab of Amphoreus' data open in his visage alongside the readings of Herta. "There are several points of stiffness located in your upper body," and as loving as it might have sounded, it was also him stating the obvious – or rather, warning her as he pressed against those exact points.

"I can keep the readings open on my visage," he continued, still massaging Herta's shoulders. "If you would be open to it, perhaps we could retire for a short moment so I could reach your stiffness better? Should there be a change in Amphoreus' readings, I will notify you right away."

       A small change in the readings could mean anything. She was no evolutionary biologist, but in a rudimentary sense she understood that Amphoreus' memory zone was going through a significant transformation. Small changes were to be expected. And yet, every time a notification appeared on one of her screens, or on her phone, she felt compelled to turn her full attention to the live video of Amphoreus' current state. For hours at a time.

       It wasn't hope. Amphoreus would be reborn, emerge from the memory zone and enter the rest of the cosmos: the longer Herta spent studying its composition in the aftermath of the Irontomb battle, the more certain she was that it was a matter of when, not if. Instead, it was an almost custodian feeling of responsibility.

       Who else from the Intelligentsia Guild and the IPC knew how much had been sacrificed in order to reach this moment? They could have read about it in As I've Written, of course, but they had not seen scepter δ-me13's data logs detailing millions of cycles of human struggle and endurance in the face of insurmountable odds. They had not received administrative access to those scepter logs with one single, brilliant caveat from a formidable little empress. They had not seen the look on Cyrene's face as she accepted the sacrifice that she needed to make in order to seal Irontomb away forever.

       While Herta was certain that Amphoreus' Imperator would gladly put the IPC representatives through the ringer the second she laid eyes on them, that could not happen until the fateful moment that the planet's evolution was complete. Until then, Herta had concluded that such a responsibility fell to her and Screwllum.

       Cyrene's sacrifice. The little one's grief and hope. Phainon's endurance. Each one was a weight on her shoulders that she would bear until this project reached completion.

       That she had been stood in this same spot for hours on end, eyes glued to the screen, didn't matter.

       It was also not the first time that Screwllum had witnessed her so engrossed in one of her projects. But perhaps it had been naive of her to believe that he would simply do as he always did when she was in the throes of her latest fixation: hover by her side, fetch her things that she needed ( even if she didn't know she needed them, like the pastry she had absent-mindedly eaten an hour or so ago ) and gently suggest that she get some rest.

       The gentle suggestions of rest were there again, of course, but there was something else in his words that seemed to cut through her haze of concentration.

       As your romantic counterpart, I believe my general concern weighs heavier than our previous relation.

       “ Huh... ” Herta blinked, the the main control room of her Clocktower coming back into sharp focus around her. Suddenly she became quite aware of Screwllum's mechanical fingers gently pressing into the back of her shoulders. He continued speaking. Herta frowned, still trying to focus on the sight of Amphoreus on the screen. “ Since when are you so concerned about my upper— ah... ”

       As his fingers kneaded a particularly sensitive spot, a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan escaped her lips. “ Screwllum... ” Herta only realised after she'd said his name that it didn't sound much like a reprimand at all.

In fact his name on her lips sounded very different indeed.

       Herta cast him a sidelong glance, trying to catch sight of the intellitron in her periphery. Screwllum, apparently unperturbed, simply continued to massage her shoulders. His mechanical fingers were warm and soothing in a way that wasn't just welcome, but seemed to encourage her mind to wander, especially with how precise they seemed to be in locating the source of that tension in her shoulders.

       And while his body didn't radiate organic warmth in the same way that a human would, Herta was acutely aware of how he stood behind her, how those bulbs that functioned as eyes were boring into her as he worked. How she idly wondered exactly how he proposed to 'reach her stiffness better'...

       Well, she was thoroughly distracted now!

       She made a greater attempt to stifle the next groan threatening to escape her, hissing through her teeth. “ I hope... you're pleased with yourself. ” He knew exactly what he was doing, and both of them knew it. Herta exhaled, lamenting how shaky the sound was. “ If something changes and the IPC... get there first because you didn't notify me, I'm holding you responsible, Screwllum. ”

       The implication in her words were clear however: these newfound, underhanded tactics had yielded a 100% success rate on the first try.

@avaere

[daybreakrising]

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

a few years back, i might have handled this with denial, and continued to push on stubbornly even though i wasn't feeling it much anymore. this was entirely because i hate letting things go, particularly if there was a great deal of enthusiasm at the beginning, and particularly if it left a story or a chapter unfinished (my worst nightmare always-)

nowadays... i'm much more relaxed about it. if i start to notice the drive for that thread isn't there, i either start thinking about ways to take it in a different direction, or i accept that it's reached the end of its life and i should probably discuss starting something new with the other person

and i think i've gotten better at this mostly because i'm more comfortable with threads ending in general. a thread no longer has to keep going, and going, and going, spanning days or weeks or months in the muses' development with each other. we can just.... bring that one to a close and start up another one further down the line, or back to an earlier stage, or whatever we want to do with them. i've stopped treating threads like fanfics and started treating them as what they are: longer moments to explore in a muse's dynamic with another

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

oh, god, i don't know. probably wherever it would be easiest to move stuff over?? i've been doing this for so long that i've seen various different ways of rp - forums, other blog sites, art sites, various instant messengers, this hellsite - that i'd probably adapt easily to somewhere else if this shithole finally went kaput, and i'd probably just follow wherever my main writing partners would go in order to keep writing with them

i've done discord rp before so i'd happily take it up there if that was the only option, but... eh. i struggle to keep up with it because i just forget the threads are there

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

there are a few topics i won't touch - obviously the usual problematic ones apply (without listing them here) and i will not go anywhere near shit like A/////B/////O or the associated tags that go hand in hand with that universe, teacher/student or manipulator/victim dynamics are also an absolute no - but beyond those i am fairly relaxed about the topics i'll touch on if it's handled correctly and if i am comfortable with the person wanting to write them with me

as for boundaries... well, yes, of course i have them, because everyone should. but, if we've been writing for a long time or we've developed a bond as writing partners that means i can trust you, those boundaries loosen a little and allow me to explore things i wouldn't explore with just anyone (anything usfw, for example, is a big no normally, but is more of a maybe, occasionally once we reach that point of trust and comfort)

[vcnefiica]

👠 - what's your favorite thing about this hobby? 🎩 - how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr? 👒 - what's your favorite roleplay memory?

👠 -> creating interconnected worlds, creating muses for said worlds, being able to reference other muses in said worlds. meeting new people and learning about the worlds they created around their muses, it's just creativity abound and it makes me thrive.

🎩 -> mmm, around 15 years, which makes me realize how old i am, and just how long i've been around for all the bullshit going on in the rpc. its been a wild ride but its also had it's fun moments, so i don't have any complaints so far.

👒 -> meeting sis ( @nvrcmplt ) and writing with her. i can say without bias, that tala was one of those people who always made me feel comfortable and safe, who sparked my creativity, who embraced me without a second thought and it's stayed with me since 2012. and honestly, without her, i wouldn't be here, she's one of my favorite people and the one person i know i can turn to whenever my thoughts get jumbled.

meme. | @avaere