#stormbrained

[starseized]

ben starter for @stormbrained :*

“—excuse me?”

eyes peer up, at once curious and wary. the child can only imagine what he looks like— having traveled through the woods alone for ( what has it been? weeks? months? ) some time with only the plants and animals to provide both company and sustainability. curls are inhabited by twigs and leaves, skin smudged and fingernails caked with dirt. but now that he’s nearing the outskirts of the closest city, ben can admit to himself he needs someone to shadow in order to pass through safely and pick up some supplies with the few coins he still has. 

this stranger happens to be the first to pass by the main road he’d been haunting the edges of, or at least the first that was traveling in the right direction. hopes aren’t high that a traveler would help him out of nobility, human kindness is too foreign to him for that, but perhaps a trade of some kind could suffice?

“are you…heading into the city?”

[orphicflames]

inej knows that he washes himself. quite well, in fact.

[roseburied]

inej, your boyfriend is a mushroom. he thrives in dark, damp places. i also suspect he's poisonous.

random chaos (always accepting) / @stormbrained

" ....Mushrooms are easier to manage. And he's only a little poisonous. " All said with a unfortunate amount of affection.

[bitegentler]

ic? ooc?

[marinaers]

tfw @stormbrained is making u go clothes shopping :(

[artisanals]

@stormbrained | cont .

the anger was perhaps refreshing sort of response, even if erik betrayed no real reaction outside the arch of a singular blond brow. the wolf remained silent, watching teddy's outburst with a distant sort of attention. ( you assume he thinks you're okay with the bodies — the trails of them. you aren't, really. they are simply sometimes necessary to leave behind ). and with some degree of reluctance, erik simply nodded his head. ❛ never did have a taste for mutton, ❜ he offered simply, doing his best  — and yet somewhat failing — to take no offense that running and hiding seemed within his capacity. theodore was an ally, and he wasn't stupid enough to piss the guy off further right now.

[viciousgrace]

9, 22, 25!

memes for roleplay muns: accepting!

9. have you ever written fanfictions?

yes, i have! i wrote really cringe one-shots when i was like 11, and then my first multi-chapter when i was 14 i think. i don't know how well they aged, it's been a while since i've reread them, but they're still up in ff.net somewhere 😭😭😭

22. are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?

i wrote a lot in the asoiaf rpc. i think i spent my time there the most out of any fandom i've been in, and i like to think that i am fairly familiar with the source material. so when someone starts justifying and romanticizing the incest in those books, i'm gone. i'm not interested in seeing it or enabling it even by association. the authorial intent behind it seems very clear if only people are paying attention ( it is not meant to be a good thing!!! ), and there are ways to frame it critically, bur writing it explicitly is not one of those ways.

25. one thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?

don't take anything personally. focus on your writing. that's what you're here to do, you know? and sure, it feels good to be liked and be appreciated and be loudly recognized and all of that stuff, but those things will follow naturally as you write. you only have to be yourself, and to write what you love, and pay attention to what you have Right Now instead of chasing things that you don't. this took me quite a while to learn and i think i am still learning it as i go. but really, not everyone's gonna like you, and that's fine. just write, do what you want to do without hurting others, and if you're feeling like things are getting too intense, log out. you can always come back later.

[roseburied]

" would you kill for me? " @stormbrained asks.

" Yes. " The answer is simple, honest. No hint of hesitation and no hiding from the truth of it. Her reply may only be one word, but it's weighted by so many others, so many confessions, so much of her past caught between shame and righteous anger. She's killed for lesser crimes than love. ( And she would again. )

May their Saints forgive her.

She searches her cousin's face, his new mood unfamiliar and his expression indecipherable. They often feel more like strangers than near siblings and most days, she can't find a trace of his old cheeky smile or his heavy, affectionate sigh before he'd take the blame for their mischief. She misses those days, the simplicity of sweet-filled pockets and dares atop the high wire. Now they're both burdened by blood and worse, which is evidently weighing on Teddy's mind.

The idea of laying bare the last few years scares her and it's not the kind of fear Inej finds herself able to greet. The anticipation of his reaction leaves her unsteady and, unconsciously, her fingers trace the hilt of Sankta Lizabeta, following the patterns of the roses engraved in the metal. She musters the courage to ask the only version of the question she can manage. " Are you afraid that I will? "