#mystiic

[ujima]

what’s a detail you always try to slip into your writing?

have you ever made a playlist for a single scene?

what’s your guilty pleasure genre to write in rp?

what’s a detail you always try to slip into your writing?

i like slipping in what a character chooses not to engage with. what they ignore, step past, or leave unanswered usually says more than what they actually say.

especially with characters like t’challa. i’ve had writing partners try to provoke him or pull a reaction out of him, and he’ll either stay composed, recognize the game being played, and let their muse sit in it. he doesn’t always give people the response they’re looking for.

but at the same time, i do enjoy moments where someone pushes far enough under the right conditions and he actually responds. it just has to feel earned. t'challa won't think it's worth it if they act like a petulant child.

have you ever made a playlist for a single scene?

i haven't made one. but i listen to certain songs while writing scenes. it depends on what it is.

what’s your guilty pleasure genre to write in rp?

power dynamics and slow-burn tension, especially when it’s tied into politics, control, or messy loyalties. with t’challa in particular, i also enjoy writing romance.

there’s a popular idea that t’challa is purely stoic, almost batman-like, but that’s not really accurate. he's not batman. he has been stoic at times, especially when circumstances forced him into that position, but that’s not the full picture of who he is.

for example, in doomwar, he had to emotionally distance himself because doom had the wakandan palace under surveillance through their food and water. he couldn’t afford to be open, even with the people he loved, while figuring out how to win without his powers.

and in christopher priest’s run, a big part of his arc is that he had lost his joy and softness. regaining that humanity is tied directly to him becoming whole again, both as a king and as a person. he spoke to a future version of himself that died of an unknown illness, and his former lovers, monica and storm, respectively.

i don’t think it’s about choosing between the strategist and the compassionate man. both exist at the same time. he can be calculating and still be someone who loves deeply. i’m just not interested in writing him as emotionally closed off all the time. i prefer leaning into his warmth, his romance, and his ability to care without it making him any less formidable.

[archaeval]

“ you’re not a monster.  ” 

you know the vibes // @mystiic ;;

𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑳𝑬 𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑻, low and wicked. She bent over just enough to take Amari's chin between her thumb and forefinger and force the woman to meet her gaze. Notably, her grip was not harsh -- just enough to push, but not enough to harm. Her long, painted nails, claw-like, shone dark in the candlelight. "Of course I am, my darling girl," she crooned.

Ruby had no patience for those who thought her good or kind. She was a monster, and proud of it, hands stained red as her namesake with an aeon's worth of blood. But not all monsters were mindless beasts, and this one liked to play favorites. "Just because I do not bare my fangs at you, that does not mean they are not sharp as knives." She released Amari's chin to stroke a single claw along her throat, not a threat but a reminder of the things Ruby could easily do.

[blckmask-archived]

❛   I’M   AFRAID   i’ve   never   HAD   a green   thumb   .   ❜   leon   admits   ,   a   hint   of   AMUSEMENT   in   his   tone   as   he   offers   the   botanist   a   LOOSE   SHRUG   .   flashing   her   a   CHILLING   GRIN   ,   he   uses   his   cursed   magic   to   create   the   ILLUSION   of   wiggling   his   BLOOD   CRYSTAL   TALONS   PLAYFULLY   out   in   front   of   him   ,   ❛   even   BEFORE   i   started   working   with   THESE   ~   ❜

(  S  .  C  .  )   ONE-LINER   //   @mystiic

[magioffire]

“I didn’t know this type of herb grew here.” 

magic and myth ; accepting

"Of course! Humans and fae have been sharing plants for a long time now," Valeriu beamed. He was quite proud of his garden, most of all in its variety. On the rare occasion quests came to his secret little abode, he wanted nothing more than to show them his new garden. It was nothing like the verdant paradise he created high upon the Spires of Amorium...but even without the splendor and wealth of his home city, his plants were were thriving. Most importantly, it was his.

The odd-numbered leaves were unmistakable in their shape -- and if that wasn't an clear indication of the plant's identity, the scent certainly gave it away. Valeriu inhaled the heady aroma, earthy, funky, and herbal. They looked ever so slightly different from their Earth counterparts, though, with the usually sharp leaves ever so slightly curving into heart shapes.

The cannabis plants grew wild all over this part of the forested garden. Wherever the trees grew thinner, the canopy retreated, and life-giving rays pierced through., all sorts of flora broke through. Perfectly comfortable among all the flowers, Vali knelt down. He cupped the trichome ladden flower buds in his hands gingerly. The fae smiled brightly at Amari. Already, he had a whole lesson locked and loaded.

"This plant is a mix between two different species. Cannabis Sativa of Earth, and Confusa Cordifolia of Beatha. A long time ago, people used magic and biology to combine two completely different species to get a completely new plant,"

"Cannabis Confusa, a plant more suited for the climate of Beatha, grows even faster than bamboo. Perfect for paper and textiles, and..." He cleared his throat, then chuckled softly. "For smoking, of course. Do you want to see some other hybrid plants in my garden?"

[goldenfists]

200 random dialogue prompts // not accepting ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ // for any verse! ( @mystiic)

he carried a few bills in one calloused hand and the habit of showing up unbidden in her little shop. he also did not know her name beyond the places it came from: clients in back alleys, the few observers standing outside, utterly riveted by her shop. but regardless, he learned the language of flowers the way he had learned to fight ⸻ by getting close and listening. it was again another day that he had wandered in to purchase the ordinary excuse for being near. something bright, something coloured, mayhap a token parade, mayhap a bouquet for a friend. as if, however.

sett's grin flared in response to her commentary. it was wide, slightly irreverent, but there was subtle evidence of a tad of disappointment. after all, she never memorised his lineaments. ❝ i'm... not exactly new here. i come many times. ❞ the words settled, meaning naught but the art of buying peace, the economy of it. ❝ and for that reason... i have always wondered your name. ❞

[tenebriism]

It is far too tempting, the way the sun catches upon the golden embellishments upon Urianger’s robes. Like a lure that has equally aurate hues dancing about his exposed skin. How she longs to let fingers wander along his spine or slip a hand along his waist. Oh, she could already hear the sounds that might escape those lovely lips.

But as inticing as that would be, Amari knows that patience can be a wonderous virture. And so, she would settle for just a making a small tug upon a chain, an innocent gesture to garner some attention under his brilliant gaze. ( Oi, you can’t just post husband content and not expect the wife to pounce x3 )

There are EYES upon him, he can sense it, FEEL it, though not ones that gaze upon whim with malicious intent. Nay, these burn with a DIFFERENT sort of desire, and thusly with them, bring a burning flush of HEAT 'pon his own cheeks as he attempts to focus on the book cradled within his palms. As the seconds tick along and the pages turn, he knows his time is LIMITED before his not-so-secret admirer makes a move... but he, too, can be playful. Bide his time, wait for her to strike, offer her nary a GLANCE or inkling of acknowledgement, simply to see how LONG it will be before the straw snaps.

Will she leap upon him? Though barely half his height, it has not stopped her on prior occasions--- the prospect ALONE feeds his already bolstered anticipation, but still, he WAITS. Ah, mayhap she will coyly entice him further with a saunter of hips in passing towards room that would grant them needed privacy, thus shifting the pieces on the board and testing HIM, in turn.

Maybe she will curl her fingers into the fabric of his robes and tug him down with a harshness, an AGGRESSIVENESS, not expected of someone so small and gentle. The words on the pages have become a wholly distant thought for longer than he realizes, until the thick fog only SOMEWHAT clears and he scrambles to find his place within the literature again. By then, she has moved, and he knows the reward for his PATIENCE ( albeit waning ) is soon to be delivered in some form--- and if her goal is solely to get his attention, well, she'd succeeded the moment they were in the same room together, no matter how HEAVILY his eyes had remained glued to his text that had become MEANINGLESS when weighed against her presence.

" A-Amari...? " Her name is a breathless whisper 'pon his tongue, both a question and a REQUEST all in one to her simple little tug. The POWER she has over him should be studied by the Sharlayan scholars, that is, if they aren't rendered BAFFLED by how swiftly and easily he folds. 'Neath the gaze he then sets upon her lies unspoken INTENTIONS, should she say the right words that would give consent. " Thou hath set eyes uponeth mine form for long... left them to linger. H-How might I please thee, so that thou needn't be left UNFULFILLED for much longer? "

@mystiic ;;

[webheadedhero]

*smooches his cheeks*

grinning for a beat before he grabs her face to pull her in for a quick kiss, " you sure that me keeping the beard isn't gonna ruin your cheek kisses? not so sure if the scruff is worth it if it ruins those..."

[dragcnlxrd]

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me 🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay 🔑 my favorite type of threads

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me:

Honestly I don't have many that do. Like no one writes my muse so i wouldn't be inspired by any but to answer the question @untilthcyrot inspires me because I love Christina and her muses and she puts in so much work! Then there's @brideofcdragons and @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx who pour in so SO much love for their muses that you can tell. Then @call-2-arms who lets face it IS Jaime fookin Lanninsta! and I can't forget @ravusnightblossom who keeps me here and then you! You're amazing! so you inspire me too!

🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay

I will never force a ship or send anon hate or bully someone over their writing subjects. I get the whole muse does not equal mun. I will also never stalk or plagiarize someones muse, it's happened to me so many times when I used to write canon muses, A LOT back in my marvel days honestly.

🔑 my favorite type of threads

It depends on my mood. Like I'm the angst queen lol but it all depends on my mood I honestly love the threads that build the world and progress easily and naturally. Like I love those ones where I can just word vomit