#dhufeainnewedd

[pistolslinger]

ALWAYS A DOWNSIDE.  ( not accepting. )

@dhufeainnewedd​ said:   ❛  this  is  cutting  it  a  little  too  close .  ❜

      “ I’VE HAD CLOSER SHAVES THAN THIS. ”  both figuratively and literally; jesper thrives on challenge, and fate so happily obliges him each time.  between waiting for the dust to settle and blowing the smoke from his pistol, jesper casts the woman a look — cautious, appraising.  his eyes narrow ever so slightly; his hand rests idly atop his other pistol, slung around his waist.  “ and survived.  it’s not cutting anything ‘til we’re falling to our deaths.  speaking of which: i wasn’t aiming for you earlier.  just him. ”

[wistcrias]

06, 07, 24, 35, 40?

∗ o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ?

god, so many things. I really dislike the performative efforts some parts of the community make to be inclusive or 'woke' –– it's appreciated but, it can be so two-dimensional at the same time. on a less serious note, I also really dislike following people ( who aren't friends ) that never really write. at the end of the day, that's what I'm here for, and when I follow someone that never writes ( not necessarily with me even! ) it feels kind of frustrating and like that blog isn't really for me, so I end up unfollowing.

∗ o7﹕ what  character/s  do  you  relate  to  the  most ?

I wasn't sure if this was relating to specific characters or tropes so I'll do both! in terms of archetypes, I relate most to empathetic, classic heroines ( which sounds so lame to say ) that are often passionate and emotional. ( side note: isn't always easier to be nice to yourself when you look at the characters you relate to? ) on my muses list, I relate most to hanna marin ( for so many reasons including but not limited to: both of us being run over and having daddy issues ), vex'ahlia, love quinn ( I mean, I'm not crazy, but I have bpd so there's some relatability there ), karolina dean, daisy calloway and mia thermopolis.

∗ 24﹕ is  there  a  specific  song  that  gets  you  in  the  mood  for  writing ?

not especially! whatever I'm currently into usually turns into my soundtrack. depending on the mood of the thread though, I shift my playlist to something appropriate. though there are times where I'll just blast the soundtrack of heathers while writing serious, mourning threads so... what now?

∗ 35﹕ is  there  a  character  you  consistently  have  muse  for ?

hmmm... that character used to be daphne blake ( over on @dangeress ) but I think I've written her for so long that I need a break currently, so if not daphne I'd say... really my ocs. I could write them any day without a problem. same with some of my more obscure muses like silena beauregard ( from percy jackson ) and lottie person ( snotgirl comics ).

∗ 40﹕ what  is  your  opinion  on  duplicates ?

now this is the most complicated questions. back when I started rping on indie in 2016, I really struggled with duplicates. I was used more to there only being one of each character ( I roleplayed majorally in groups back then, both canon and oc ) and so it felt kind of like someone was 'taking over' your favorite character. since then, I feel like I've worked through my duplicate anxiety significantly. of course, I have certain characters that I don't feel comfortable with interacting with because I feel attached to them ( jester lavorre, bryce quinlan, daphne blake, rachel dare, etc. ) but depending on if a very close friend of mine is writing them, I can always put aside my own personal insecurities, because I care more about supporting my friends! for the most part though, I no longer really struggle with 'duplicate' anxiety, even though I think we all struggle with feelings of being replaced and being inadequate ( and imposter syndrome to a degree ) every now and then. I actually also really loved your response about there being no such thing as duplicates, since everyone writes their characters differently! ( really my only concern with interacting with the same character is accidentally lifting something from their character wirthout realizing. )

[pendraigon-moved]

 @dhufeainnewedd​​   ›   ❛   you   were   given   very   clear   instructions   not   to   go   and   do   exactly   what   you   did.   ❜   /   𝖓𝖔𝖙   𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌.

                        ❛   you   sound   ...   surprised?   ❜   there’s   a   smirk   tugging   at   the   corner   of   his   lips.   he   wipes   his   bloody   nose   with   the   back   of   his   hand   and   sniffs.   face   twisting   in   reaction   to   the   brief   shock   of   pain   from   the   movement   of   his   nose.   not   broken,   but   it   definitely   hurt.   ❛   when   do   i   ever   do   as   i’m   told,   huh?   i   thought   you   would’ve   learned   that   by   now.   ❜   he   stands   taller,   his   smirk   has   grown   into   a   wide   smile,    and   he   playfully   winks   at   her.

[kosmogramm]

@dhufeainnewedd said: ❛  well , it may be stupid , but it’s also dumb.  ❜ ... @ miss sienna

it's......... bold of elise to reappear after all these years and call what sienna is doing stupid. it's anything but. it's beautiful. it's art. it's the gift of second chance — it is a song of memory and reanimation. elise never cared to stay, but here she is now, live before sienna, and all she can sprout are criticisms of sienna's endeavors. it's never hello, sienna, how are you? i've missed you! it's only it may be stupid, but it's also dumb. IT, in question, is neither of those things. it is a work of brilliance, and sienna will simply pretend she did not hear elise's unnecessary comments. 

     ❛ didn't ask you, did i? ❜ what sienna does underground is none of elise's ( okay! fine! it's ishtar these days! ) business. so much for the magic and importance of childhood friendships; sienna thought expiration dates did not exist for those, but ishtar is showing her that, apparently, all friendships must come to an end. it's difficult to process and nearly impossible to accept. she crosses one arm over her chest and then the other; this is a defensive stance, and it's a real pity it has come to that. when they were young, it felt like dreams could last forever. maybe sienna is the fool for deluding herself with fantasies of praise and caring and sharing, but that's the best type of fool to be. 

but it's also the most heartbreaking. 

     ❛ thought — after all this time — you'd have something else to say. something nice. ❜ 

SPONGEBOB STARTERS — ACCEPTING!

[elverted]

？   .  .  .     there  are  many  falls  before  the  big  one.   ➥   @dhufeainnewedd​

        nerves  beget  her,  to  think  that  her  NUMEROUS  FALLS  and  tribulations  were  but  a  precursor  to  something  ever  leading  up  to  something  worse ?  she  couldn’t  imagine  it.  “ i  think  i’ve  already  had  my  big  one. ”  she  speaks,  voice  slightly  wary  as  if  speaking  the  thought  into  existence  would  invite  a  worse  circumstance  to  visit  her  immediately. 

[deathlyquiet]

          loneliness  is  a  burden,  one  it  feels  she’s  always  been  carrying,  the  feeling  that  even  in  a  room  full  of  people  she  is  alone,  unseen.  music  pulses  in  her  ears,  back  pressed  against  a  wall  as  if  she  could  melt  into  it,  disappearing.  it  is  a  weird  sensation  to  crave  attention  while  making  everything  in  your  power  to  disappear,  an  endless  circle  of  hell  she  can’t  escape  but  it’s  easier  to  ignore  when  alone.  feet  are  quick  to  take  care  to  the  pool  outside,  a  calmer  energy  with  only  hushes  whispers  and  the  gentle  hum  of  the  music.       ❛  hey  girl,  ❛      it’s  soft  as  fingers  tighten  around  her  phone,  wanting  company,  wanting  to  sit  in  silence  next  to  someone  rather  than  alone,  naked  feet  in  the  pool.

@dhufeainnewedd  from  lexi  :)

[cutfoot]

...        BODY,   MEET  ITS  CAGE   :       forged  by  campfire  and  contained  by  trees,   he  leans  his  weight  upon  his  cane        (        the  old  aches  still  remain,   a  reminder  of  the  life  that  twitches  its  uncouth  hands  across  his  spine   :        you  can  hunt,   but  you  cannot  recover        ).        when  the  doctor  cannot  be  healed  anymore,   he  becomes  the  asset.      wind  brushes  along  his  cheek,   a  kiss  upon  the  scar  that  lays  there.       he  walks  towards  her  with  a  body  made  of  unease,   head  tilted  at  the  question.        they  are  nothing  outside  of  the  trials,   nameless  creatures  blending  into  the  underbrush.        ‘   we  met  earlier.   ’       spoken  with  a  clinical  clarity,   because  truth  is  easily  spun  from  ice.      ‘   how  are  your  ribs  feeling?      you  took  quite  a  nasty  jab.   ’

@dhufeainnewedd        ...        “the fuck? who are you?” (i want the iconic im a doctor)

[walkpathe-arch]

@dhufeainnewedd​ sent  :  ❝  there’s no other way. fight or hide. it’s up to you.  ❞

the blue of her eyes is unsettling him so,   that cahir longs for his armour.  or rather,  for the winged helmet that would shield his features from sorceresses' gaze.  it had been easier to stand tall in such attire,  all emotion hidden safely away along with a face marked still by youth.  not a monster in a child's nightmare anymore,  but just a boy running away from the sure death that awaits him in nilfgaard.  no longer a pawn in the hands of the emperor.  aiding geralt in his quest to find ciri might lead him to his death just as well,  he knows as much,  yet the decision is settled in his mind and his heart warmed by friends made along the way  —  yes,  even the witcher.  they are better off now,  in any case,  the poison of suspicion a faded thing,  like a washed off blood stain. 

❛  i no longer serve the empire.  and i will die before doing so again.  ❜   such words are as good as a noose around his neck,  but the need for caution has long since dwindled down by now,  his intentions as clear as the sun.  the side he has taken far from being secret.   ❛  my choice has already been made.  ❜   whether he has made that choice while closed off in a cell or on his knees on thanedd,  or later still,  matters little to the outcome.