you give off a badass vibe. badass in your sophistication, badass in your numerous talented portrayals of like... all the best characters, really ? most of all, you give off the vibe of someone who i'm so happy to follow for an infinity & beyond. thanks for sticking around.
TELL ME WHAT KIND OF VIBE I GIVE OFF ( accepting )
i like how perfectly you capture her voice, tbh. it's bewildering how i can read one of your interactions & it's literally just a santana scene playing out visually in my head. you do that every single time. i love it.
MEME: what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?STATUS: accepting
that actually means so much to me. thank you! there is no better feeling than being compared to actual canon, i’m so happy!
☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?
Ahh I think that the first and mOSt important one that I see is normally the length/way of writing. Sometimes I might wait a while to follow because of this, the easiest way is to have a clean area for your posts where I can just scroll down and read, if I can have an easy time finding abouts and read the basic. Despite this making me sound very petty and perhaps superficial, I take the organization of the blog and the general appearance of it into account. I don’t mean like ‘if they don’t have a boxed theme I am not following’, I mean like. Can I find your links well? Can I read them? Is your blog pleasing to my eyes, are the colours? This might seem superficial but this is my comfort, and my comfort will come first. Though there might be exceptions of course.
☂ What’s your best RP experience?
hmmmMM there is just too much to account for, the people are the best. Though, as someone that writes a lot in replies and often writes drabbles I will be the first to say that sometimes it CAN feel that you are just screaming to the void but you know what? I have to the conclusion that I am actually fine if my drabbles do not get attention, the priestess, her story, they are mine, they make me happy to write them and I like re reading them and that is what is most important. But in terms of rp? The people the way that they might react to a thread and talk about their babies and the relationships that they build is the best part. Feeling that the priestess is part of someone else’s world? That is a wonderful thing to feel and that is the best thing about rp and all thanks to you people :’)
☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in?
WE HAVE SO MANY OCS. SO MANY GOOD OCS, SO MANY OCS FOR EVERYONE, FROM FERELDAN TO ORLESIAN TO TEVINTER, TO RIVAINI, ELVES, QUNARI AND HUMANS. and yes, I am aware that there are a lot of elves in DARP and that people might be tired of them BUT I LOVE. I LOVE EVERYTHING THAT EVERYONE BRINGS TO THE FANDOM in terms of creativity. Of course we could do with more dwarves, with more qunari, with more soft warriors, with more archers, with more rogues. There are always parts that the fandoms need to improve right? I love the fact that we are SO CREATIVE and while I have always heard that DARP can be extremely hard to find your place that was not my experience and that is what I also try to do for others.
⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?
ahhHH I can’t really put my finger on it? If this makes any sense: I like it when it’s obvious that both muses are on the same plane of existent, that they seem to be really there?? I am not sure how to explain but the same way that in some tv shows I just feel that two characters are?? just lost somewhere and talking there? rugh what are even words. I don’t know, physical descriptions, interaction with the surroundings? does this make any sense?
happy birthday ! you have a golden heart & are truly, truly amazing. hope this year of your life is as lovely as you are xx
what a special treat ! thank you so much, emma! I can’t express how much it means to me to have your respect. you’re so wonderful! (and the birthday wishes are an extra special gift!)
at least the name same has given him is that of an ex-military member, someone hopefully who has never been caught in the web of hydra or shield. and yet he waits for a small infinity to pass before he raises his flesh fist to rap upon the painted door, teeth chewing upon chapped lips as he considers what he will do if this is some kind of cruel trap. it is hard to see the purity of kindness, for him. ❝ sam wilson. said you might be able to help me. find a job and. a place to stay. ❞ the words are ones he has been practising the entire walk over, and so after he speaks, he blinks and takes a moment to examine the impressive form of the blonde woman who stands before him. ❝ i’m. i’m bucky. bucky barnes. ❞
shadows ‘cross his bare wrist ----- one , two , three , like iron bars obstructing the light from the face of a man who doesn’t remember it , anyway ------ and he would like to believe that he knows lana well enough to have the forethought to tense against the collision of something so intractable ‘gainst his broken bones. ( instinctive ----- we still run from the hurricanes that we give names to. ) gale winds take hold , forceful , but flowing past. where he is stuck , sloughing through blood and decay like quicksand , she builds a bridge across ----- and she’s going to take him with her at any cost. it’s something that he appreciates ----- he always has ----- and the deep crease that pulls her countenance down is more of what he expected to come from his impromptu confession. he inhales , exhales through his nose , searches her gaze for whatever it is that she doesn’t give voice to. ( he doesn’t find words , just eyes the color of heavy clouds , flecked with the dying light of stars and everything else that floats out here , forgotten. ) red and blue doesn’t have to be all bad. people look at sunsets on purpose , and humans wanted to touch the sky for years. ( maybe now we know too much , but that’s not the point. )
he cants his head an infinitesimal amount to the right when she ( finally ) speaks , and it’s enough to make him feel not quite so weighted down and bowed beneath. ( sometimes , it’s nice to have an ear , and a voice that’s not your own. ) her touch falters , fades , returns to herself. he turns his hand palm - upward , flexes his fingers in and out of a tight fist , returns her smile a bit more fully - formed.
❝ aye aye , ma’am. and , shepard?
thanks ----- for listening. ❞