Sep 21, 2020
happy birthday @reserveyourchaos
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happy birthday @reserveyourchaos
Ya’ll should like dis if you want this blond disaster in your ask box. If you have any active memes I’ll pick one of those, or if not I’ll come up with a thing for you <3
"...He talked me into it? He is very convincing..."
"Is he truly? He seems hard pressed to talk his way out of a paper bag, just now."
// Ft. @sharlayanwanderer @dravaniia and @zanse-the-gunner , some not very sneaky lads try their hand at spying and maybe need some practice at it.
kinda wanna do a plot where muse A lives a secret double life; killing, kicking ass, taking out bad guys but not in the best way. and muse B is their s/o who is oblivious to it all, happily keeping house, being a loving partner and thinking muse A is the be all end all. life is good and happy until oneday muse B is taken by a group that muse A has tangled with, and they’re here for vengeance. and all the mess that happens from that.
Saphie and her plotting dilemma~
Something ya’ll should probably know about me as an rper, even though I’m aware that this is a fundamental part of the rping process, but I am not all that great at plotting ideas for a thread unless I have some basis to go off from the get go.
The main reason for this, is that I’m PAINFULLY shy and I’m often very aware that things can get so easily misconstrued through text as opposed to face to face, so I find I can be a bit wary of offering out suggestions. Though this is mostly down to the fact that I get super embarrassed super quickly lol, so I always feel that there’s a risk I’ll somehow make a damn fool out of myself when it comes to suggesting stuff.
This is usually a thing if I don’t know you too well though, so if we’re literally JUST starting out please don’t be offended if I seem perhaps a little standoffish or whatever. It’s not you, it’s me being my usual weird self.
So the way I usually go about “plotting” is to have like a basis, or a general starting point, and I prefer to just kinda wing it from there. That is unless YOU have ideas you feel you would like to put forward to make our story flow. I prefer to plot things on the fly as I get accustomed to your writing style, the feel of your character and perhaps chat with you (the mun) ooc so I can gauge what you like, what you don’t, what’s acceptable and what isn’t.
It’s a process, I know. But... I’m strange like that, and I apologise in advance if this makes things difficult on your end. It’s not my intention, it’s just the way I do things ;u;
Inbox call maybe, baby?
//I’m out for most of the day tomorrow but I wanna do an inbox call for when I get back because I don’t do visits to the ole ask boxes enough.
Like dis post if you want dis blond misery in your inbox~
"I hear tell that you are beset by a most peculiar haunting. A nursemaid of some sort?"
"Ugh. From who did you hear that? I clearly need to cut one or two from those I speak to."
"Ah, I can't recall, the pain is clouding my memory. Not important. But if you're looking for someone to get to the bottom of this spectral nuisance, I'm sure the Lotus can survive without me long enough to see this sorted. What do you say?"
// ft. @atomicdeke and @astrolevitation
Delirium
Haphazard, messy, unkempt. This isn't like him. He isn't this sort of person, never has been.
You do not know what you are doing.
His mix of tonics that he has always been so very careful to keep absolutely perfect are not working. He cannot sleep, or else--
You do not know what you are doing.
He keeps dozing off at random--listening to a conversation here, sitting at a table there. Mid-word once so far, though blessedly only for a moment.
You do not know what you are doing.
He has not slept in seven suns.
You do not know what you are doing.
He paces through his chambers, flipping through the books he's bought and borrowed that maybe, maybe could have the answer he's looking for. They are laid out quite literally everywhere and on his next round near the door he makes sure that it's locked because the very last thing he needs is someone to come in to find books spread upon every half-level surface.
You do not know what you are doing.
"Shut up!" He yells to absolutely no one, throwing the book he holds. It crashes across his desk and takes a vase and teacup with it down to the floor where the latter two break. Groaning, he crouches down and shoves his hands in to his hair, clutching at the strands.
... You do not know what you are doing.
"I know," he rasps, throat sore from his previous shout. "I know. Just--shut up," he says to nothing at all.