✎ : What is your favorite genre to write for in roleplay?
Monday Malarkey
Action. In fact, I don't write it that often, but when I manage to write a thread, where there is a plot, a climax and the ending, I become very happy. As I wrote in the post above, many people prefer not to write such threads. It's their business, of course, but I always wonder how they then build relationships between the characters if they only chat (not writers, the characters).
Other genres I prefer to write are comedy and horror. Quoting one of my favorite roleplayers here, “comedy is not about quoting vines and memes” ( @sailorvinus ), but about building a plot that makes you laugh even without jokes. This is actually very difficult. Most of my funny threads are based on absurdity and situational comedy.
When it comes to horror, I also don’t like to use typical *jumpscares*. A horror for me is not what happens around, monsters and stuff, but what happens inside of the character, in their mind, how they survive through what happens around them.
Mya leaned against the door frame, a rose between her teeth, pose and gaze suggestive. She wore a tight red dress complimenting her form. "You're gonna dance with me, handsome?" she teased, the red rose now in her hand, "Or do I have to find myself another Valentine?"
@sungwrath // mya -- valentines week.
He threw his jacket off to the corner , it landed HAPHAZARDLY on the back of one of the chairs. If he wore a tie , he’d have LOOSENED it. Yet as he looked up towards the door frame , his breath caught in his throat --- his palms went dry and all he could do for a moment was stare.
Fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt EYES GLUED on Mya’s form. She was absolutely stunning , sheer perfection.
He wasted no more time dithering by the door , instead he moved over to her. Pulling her towards his frame by her hips before taking the rose out of her mouth and placing it gently on the side. His head dipped and kissed lightly at the skin that ran from her neck to her shoulder.
“ No other man is going to come anywhere close to you -- “ A growl , yet you could hear the smile in his tone. “ You look good enough to eat. Who am I to refuse you a dance ? “
🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse? ; 🦋 - Has your muse changed how you approach certain situations? ; 🥀 - Do you miss someone you used to write with?
Munday asks | Accepting | @sungwrath
🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse?
Well. I wrote Tifa a long time ago. Not on tumblr but on another platform SO many years ago. I loved her back then, but it was the remake that really solidified and rekindled that adoration I had for her in my youth.
Back in the day, what drew me to her was her personality. She is the embodiment of everything I wish I could be; strong, sweet, kind, soft spoken, caring. Just. This woman is so amazing. No matter what she goes through she just stands back up and keeps walking. She doesn't dwell in the past and cling to horrible past experiences. Sure, she remembers them. She recalls her fears, her hurt, her pain. But she doesn't remain in that headspace. She knows what she's capable of and she uses it to her advantage in order to find her own happiness.
She is self-driven, and established so many things on her own. Just. A remarkable woman.
Over the years though, writing her became stagnant. All I ever saw of her was porn---not that I wasn't complaining. But I did enjoy seeing other things other than her getting railed by the president, or bending over for Cloud. x"D
🦋 - Has your muse changed how you approach certain situations?
Actually, yes. Sometimes when I feel... anxious? Or when I'm certain I'm close to just having a full-blown panic attack in the middle my local walmart in front of a large fckn crowd? Its like, Tifa is resting a gentle hand on my back telling me to THINK. Think about the consequences of my actions. How drawing attention to myself will only make my anxiety DOUBLE. And instead of just giving into those impulses to just start sobbing, I go where there is a lack of people (usually the baby isle) and just sit there and gather my bearings. So, you can say she's even taking care of me by influencing my decisions. xD
@sungwrath asked: “ what a shame , it’s already 12 o’clock . ” for Jessie and helloooo <33333
“Huh, yeah. So it is.” Jessie said with a soft sigh, blowing air upwards so it caught her hair. She supposed that was a thing. Time that was. She was absent minded tonight, thinking too much. Normally a bad sign that the ever hyper engineer was caught in herself. She wasn’t really ready to stop drinking, nor did she really want to. Jessie wasn’t in the mood for bed. Instead, an idea clicked with her. A smile spreading across her face, “we could get a bottle and go up the pillar,” she suggested, nodding her head towards the rather abandoned and dull looking minor pillar propping the plate up.
@sungwrath whispered: ' there you go! ' mya took multiple pictures of aerith's newly braided hair on her phone, then showing her work to the other. ' you like it? let me just... ' at long last, the redhead placed a previously made flower crown atop brunette head. ' now, you're a flower queen! and a gorgeous one while at that! '
TRANQUILITY. THAT’S WHAT IT WAS. Blissful, uncomplicated, tranquility. She could’ve sat there for hours, days even without complaint, not least because the gentle fussing of idle hands was far more comfortable than she would’ve ever dared admit. There were at least 1001 other chores she ought to be doing; countless demands and ever shortening time to do them - but self care was important too was it not? She was allowed to just stop and breathe in the company of someone else, surely. Especially when that particular someone else was doing her the great service of taming an otherwise tempestuous mane. It would’ve been rude to spurn some amicable company!
And so it transpired that Aerith had indulged in Mya’s company for as long as it was permitted. The air rich with laughter and conversation, vibrant anecdotes and wilful affection as interwoven together as the strands the redhead now plaited. It was such a small and innocuous thing, yet it was profound despite its simplicity. She enjoyed spending time with her, existing alongside her, drinking in that kind hearted warmth and revelling perhaps a little too long in the brush of fingertips against her scalp. The togetherness of it warmed her soul; loneliness eased and joy coaxed to life from once dying embers.
“I love it! I especially like how when you do it, it’s less wonky than my own handiwork!” Positively gleeful, the brunette had grinned, bright eyes fully enraptured by the photographs before her. It looked pretty; and in doing so, made her feel much the same way. Confident, deserving, maybe even a little empowered. There wasn’t a word to properly encapsulate that feeling, but with a flower crown jauntily placed upon her head, there was certainly a way to show it.
Barely allowing a beat to pass, alabaster arms ensnared Mya’s shoulders, the beckoning warmth of her embrace insistent and reverent as she pressed an appreciative kiss to her temple. “A queen is only as good as her subjects.” Aerith mused ruefully, relinquishing her crown to return it to it’s rightful place atop her companion’s head. “Besides, I think it suits you better.”
𝐐: all people have stories. (for Sorine <3) / @sungwrath
The flames of the firepit crackle, loudly, as Sorine places another log atop those already half-consumed. She stirs at the embers, carefully, trying not to disturb the fire she’d spent so long trying to get going. Her gaze moves, over the shoulder to look at Mya as she speaks from behind her, a smile upturning the corners of her lips as she hangs the poker upon its hook on the wall and returns to her seat on the cot, beside the Nord.
❛ Oh, I know, I know, all I’m saying is … ❜ small pause, she’s going through her choice of words now, ❛ there are bound to be people out there with more fascinating stories than mine. I doubt you’d enjoy what history I carry with me — it’s bland. ❜
@sungwrath said: Do you have any controversial headcanons that go against what is generally accepted by the fandom? Do you incorporate this into writing your muse or keep it to yourself?
Ask me questions about my muse.
Hmm, this is a difficult question to answer because there’s already so much about Cloud which could be considered controversial in canon as is. But I suppose I have this brain worm wriggling around that Cloud allows his lack of coherent memory to get to him more than we’re actually shown?
As in, as far as we can see he brushes off these insufferable blank spots with a meagre “I’m fine, it doesn’t matter” and we’re not really privy to any inner thought process or how he actually feels about them following these instances - just that momentary ‘Ow this hurts, I don’t like this!!’ and little else after the fact because we don’t have the pleasure of hearing what’s going on in his head when these instances are over.
I suppose what I’m getting at is that you can compare the two, like OG is the book and the Remake is the movie, the way these two games work in regards to getting into a characters head are wholly dissimilar due to the new formats they’ve used for the characters to communicate with you as the audience. With that being said, however, Remake gives you the opportunity to come to your own conclusions in these matters, so there’s that.
Like I mostly base my muse off OG canon more so than Remake mainly because I prefer how Cloud develops and handles himself in OG, so my take on Cloud is probably a bit harder around the edges than Remake canon dictates. I don’t care what anyone says, Cloud IS a lot softer in Remake given that the dev’s allowed this side of him to show itself much earlier than in OG canon (And he flip flops between SOFF and WANKER a little bit too much for me which sometimes came off as seeming a bit inconsistent in his development but that is purely of my own opinion, I’m not expecting anyone to agree ^^). This isn’t a slight on his character, it was just the first noticeable difference I picked up on during my playthrough.
That, and in OG the absence of his own history is often shown through instances of white noise to symbolise those empty spaces in his head, so when you finally get to know who he really is, where he came from and what made him, you can be lead to believe that he possibly lied (without malicious intent of course!!) in order to fill in those gaps and force himself to seem a sort of cohesive whole in the eyes of his peers. His mind is much younger than his body after all so it makes perfect sense to me that he’d do something like that to at least save face as opposed to the pain inducing flashbacks and the brush off’s he gives to those concerned about his welfare during his momentary blackouts.
I’m waffling hahaha, God -- I could talk about this boy forever... I’ll try to tie this up.
In short, a controversial HC for my muse is that he is DANGEROUSLY mentally ill, and that perhaps he is more aware of this factor than in canon but decides to simply ignore it or perhaps just accept it as a facet to his own psyche. My muse walks a very thin line between sanity and insanity though he does, of course, lean a little closer to the former. I wouldn’t say that I keep this to myself as such, more rather that I haven’t had the opportunity to really explore it in rp It’s a touchy subject so... yeah.
This kid is FUCKED UP, no matter how much anyone want to dress it up and perhaps unintentionally dismiss that he has some very serious mental/developmental issues that he simply does not have the fundamental tools to deal with. The fact that he’s prone to not letting people too close - despite the fact that he struggles to cope so well by himself - makes this matter much worse for him in the long run. I feel that sometimes fandom is guilty of forgetting that Cloud is suffering A LOT pretty much from the beginning of the game right up until the end and into AC. You know, because he’s pretty and strong and the hero of the story, I understand how that happens because once upon a time, I was guilty of that too.
@sungwrath whispered: “Pain festers and makes monsters of us all.”
Eye Candy Sentence Meme || - [ Not Accepting! ]
It’s an unlikely conversation in an unlikely place; yet still Aerith had listened, silent and un-intrusive, allowing the bombardment of lamentation to fade and ebb in it’s own time. If Mya needed to get it out there, then the brunette wouldn’t begrudge her for it, not when it clearly touched upon a nerve. If nothing else, the mentality saddened her, the negativity and vastly evident voice of experience lending far too much weight to the ache in the brunette’s gut. Such was the price of empathy in all of it’s ever consuming and unavoidable glory.
“I don’t think it always has to be that way.” Tentatively, the ancient raised her counterpoint, her gaze earnest and still brimming with persistent optimism. “Sometimes you welcome the hurt; because it’s a good ache. The kind of gnaw deep within your bones that comes from missing someone that’s departed. Yes, it’s still the pain of absence, but it…means you don’t forget. And if you don’t forget, then maybe you’ll remember the good times too.” Did that make sense? It felt too abstract when she said it aloud; maybe a little off base from the point the woman before her was making, but it still felt wholly valid in her mind. “I’d rather be in pain, than feel nothing at all.”
Pain didn’t make them monsters; they did that all on their own.
