#starrytrails

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@starrytrails​ asked: ❝ What would prevent you from following someone? ❞ ✦ the be honest meme

What would prevent you from following someone?

{ aside from all the criteria i mention in my rules, definitely stuff like autoplay and a completely unreadable theme / google doc / carrd / what have you. if you prioritize aesthetic over accessibility, then what can i say except Bye Bye!! my very sensitive head and eyes will be better off without you on my feed. 👋 harsh language on someone's pages turns me off, too. specifically within their rules. like... i get that people have had negative experiences while roleplaying and want to set boundaries to prevent repeat occurrences. i really, really do. and i sympathize greatly. but if you've got guideline terms that are, "freaks who write [x], [y] or [z], go d*e," or really lengthy and hostile rants, then, unfortunately, regardless of intent, your vibes are the opposite of welcoming and i'm very unlikely to feel comfortable interacting on any terms. another more general thing would be if i'm just plain not interested in someone's character or portrayal, regardless of the reason. because following gives the impression that you want to interact, you know? and i'd never have any desire to give someone that sort of dishonest signal. }

[admcloria]

@starrytrails​ said : 🙃 - How does your muse respond to losing a battle?

“I always accept my defeats with grace. What’s the point in getting angry? People should see their losses in battles as a learning experience!”

[obstrucct-m]

What types of threads are your most favourite?

Munday Styles and Preferences ♫ @starrytrails​​ ♫ Accepting

What types of threads are your most favourite?

{Fluff threads are always top-tier, because Piers can either get adorably awkward or 100% soft, or a combination of both which is always excellent. Also, character development threads, where a new aspect of a character is discovered. Angst threads can be great, too, because they can strengthen relationships or (again) allow a new aspect of a character to be discovered.}

[soardived-a]

CAUGHT STARING. // @starrytrails​​

send “Hmm?” to catch my muse staring.

“ ... That was you on the TV screen, right ? ”

Willow had been glancing back and forth between the girl seating in front of her and an advertisement displayed on a bus stop. She looked different under projectors and in full make-up but -- she was pretty sure that was her.

“ You’re a singer or something ? I didn’t know that ! ”

[little--fang]

Wren is going to feel a sort of gingerly and timid tap at about thigh height. If he should look down he would see a little sandshrew looking up at him, looking nervous and very lost. She doesn't say anything but she seems to be pleading for help through her body language of twitchy tail motions and slight shiver.

 “Huh?”

     Twitching slightly from the sudden feeling of something touching his leg, Wren is snapped out of his daze, his ears back as his golden eyes dark at the ground, looking for whatever had grazed him. Had the kit been in a more frantic or upset state of mind, he would have jumped at such abrupt contact, but luckily he was calm enough at the moment to hold back such a reaction. That, and the touch he felt was quite small, and light-- perhaps an insect had landed on him, and then flew off. Or maybe even a lose piece of shrubbery... Either way, the boy still investigates, and it doesn’t take long for the boy to find who-- or what--, had poked him.

 Although Wren had no clue what kind of species this little creature was, he could sense he need not be afraid of it, but rather this little one seemed to be the one afraid. Clearly it was nervous, perhaps stumbling upon him in it’s efforts to find where it came from. It’s not like it’s uncommon to see creatures get lost or off track in this forest, so he assumes this to be true for the little sandy-colored critter at his feet.

 “Oh, hi there, little guy.”

 Folding his ears back benevolently, Wren smiles at the shrew-like creature, kneeling down so that he comfortably sat on his haunches, much closer to it’s level than his own. He wraps his long tail around himself and partially around the other, as well, wagging the white tip around every once in a while.

 “What’s wrong? Are you lost? I can probably help you.”

[rockcitychic]

what made you choose this muse?

When I first played Sapphire, Roxanne stuck out to me as one of the few characters that had a big personality despite having such little dialogue. Her manner of dress and attitude were striking, & she always sat in the back of my mind when conjuring up muses. Until one day I bit the bullet & tried my best to bring her to life. She remains a favorite character of mine to this day :>

[iruludavare]

@starrytrails​ || Continued from X

     This is not what the heroine expected her day to evolve into. To be followed around by the occasional person is not a rare occurrence-- or, at least, not when it is only for a brief amount of time; a failed attempt to catch the young woman’s attention-- but this is something entirely different. At first, Serena had thought the man to be a mere journalist, dedicated to his job to the point where he would follow her down every street and strange turn, but as his strides started to catch up with her own, something felt horribly wrong. Eyes, slightly wide with fear, began scanning those walking by or standing around-- for someone, anyone, who could possibly help her get out of the situation. Too young. Too troubled. Too busy. More terrifying than her pursuer-- none seemed to fit the bill.      Or, at least, not until her stare falls upon another woman, perhaps somewhere around her age.

     She might be able to help.

     Quick, lengthy strides drag the blonde over to her newfound destination, and before a mere greeting could escape from pale lips, instead comes the question at the front of her mind-- if this stranger could help her. An inquiry which prompts a positive response, to which she silently thanks Shaymin for, yet it is not the only thing that catches the heroine’s ears, no. This stranger’s accent-- she knows it. It is one very similar to her own; one almost identical to those Serena once attended school with. This stranger-- is she from Sinnoh?      In that case, the blonde thinks, it might be best to reveal her true situation in a way that perhaps only the two of them could understand. In Sinnoh’s primary language.

          «Thank you so much. There’s someone following. Could you act like you know me?»

     It is worth a shot, she tells herself. At worst, he will see her with someone else and perhaps give up. At best, Serena has judged this stranger’s accent correctly, and they will hopefully comply. Hands move to dig around in the depths of her bag-- to fetch a small journal; her own, decorated in leather and a few intricate details. One that contains pressed flowers and descriptions in Sinnohan, but could perhaps work as a way to further sell the young woman’s next set of sentences. Fingers press into a single corner of the piece, nervously and as though the words clinging to her tongue could not free themselves sooner.

          “Oh-- I, um... need help translating something. From a book. You know how I am with more eloquent literature...”

[unovasjustice]

:: @starrytrails​ / ? ? ? ::

Yes. Very.

At least, this is what Sora’s mind immediately wanted to blurt out to the other as she seemed to have been called out on her aimless wandering around. Perhaps her accent proved too thick to the taxi driver in her rush, as this area certainly didn’t seem like the hotel which had been booked for her.

Oh well. There was no sense getting more upset about that as that taxi was long gone, and venting to the next stranger kind enough to check in seemed like a great way to make your first enemy in Unova. So with a bit of knitting of the brow, she offered a sheepish smile, nodding at the other.

“I- I’m not from here.” She could only offer a bit of a pitiful laugh. “I am just coming out of a… Um- meeting and I would just like a place I can sit down and relax for a bit. You know?”

    “That’s okay,” she offers the girl a sympathetic smile. She’s found herself wandering aimlessly in a foreign country more times than she can count, so she empathizes greatly with the other girl’s situation. “Nimbasa is pretty huge; it took me a long time before I was able to gather my bearings. However, if you’re just looking for a place to rest up...”

    A low hum slips past her lips as she thinks. They’re in the heart of the city, so there are a few good places that come to mind. “There’s a quiet little coffee shop not too far from here. It’s actually on my way... I could walk you there, if you’d like.”