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This blog has been archived and everyone unfollowed. Thank you for everything.
Cheers.
((Logging off Tumblr for at least a few days, because fuck this.))
((Please consider this post a hiatus notice of indefinite length.
I need to take care of my mental health. My muse is utterly burned out after a few too many bad experiences on this site.
I certainly hope I'll be back in a bit, maybe a week or two, but I do not know.
I think I would be willing to rp via discord, if anyone would like to continue our threads through there.
Thank you for everything.))
((Reblogging to scoot this update back to the top of the blog and logging off.))
I did a doodle / study of Ingvar and a bird based on this one somewhat famous photo of a statue in peril being perched on by a bird.
He's probably surprised how big birds are to humans adgh
((Logging off Tumblr for at least a few days, because fuck this.))
((Please consider this post a hiatus notice of indefinite length.
I need to take care of my mental health. My muse is utterly burned out after a few too many bad experiences on this site.
I certainly hope I'll be back in a bit, maybe a week or two, but I do not know.
I think I would be willing to rp via discord, if anyone would like to continue our threads through there.
Thank you for everything.))
((Logging off Tumblr for at least a few days, because fuck this.))
((Please consider this post a hiatus notice of indefinite length.
I need to take care of my mental health. My muse is utterly burned out after a few too many bad experiences on this site.
I certainly hope I'll be back in a bit, maybe a week or two, but I do not know.
I think I would be willing to rp via discord, if anyone would like to continue our threads through there.
Thank you for everything.))
a group of crows is actually called my friends :)
4 Tips to prevent RP burnout:
1) RP should never not be fun.
When I first starting looking to get into rp I saw a lot of blogs on hiatus or outright abandoned due to the mun having trouble to conjure up the muse to write. Because of that I made a rule for myself: Rp should never not be fun. I decided if I ever stopped having fun, if it became more of a pain and source of stress then fun that I would take a step back/ take a break or stop. You shouldn’t be tearing yourself up trying to write for your muse(s). Keep this in mind and it helps so you interactions aren’t feeling like they’re being demanded of you.
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THINGS WRITERS NEED TO HEAR
you are allowed to take a break. you don’t have to write if you don’t feel like it.
everyone has their own pace. it doesn’t matter if you write one page or ten pages a day, you are still a writer.
your first draft is going to suck. every first draft or every book has sucked. i’ll get better and better as you edit. that’s what editing is for, making your work actually good.
experiment. try out new routines, new styles, new genres. it’ll never harm you. you’ll gain experience and become a better writer. you’ll understand what suits you and what doesn’t.
you don’t need publishing to be a writer. publishing is just an option but if you don’t want to you can just keep your writing to yourself.
if you write, then you’re a writer. no matter how much experience you have, what genre you write, if you are published or not. you are a writer.
everyone is different. everyone has a different style so find your own and rock it. search for inspiration but ultimately focus on what allows you to express your ideas in the best way possible.
you are doing great. no matter how productive you are, how much you’ve written, how fast you write. you are gonna achieve your goal and it’s gonna feel so good.
((it is absolutely downpouring and thundering here, so I probably won't be on until that's all over. If anyone wants to plot or anything though give me a holler.))
Please stop assuming all muses/characters feel the same about romance and sex
Hi, this is coming from a tired a-spec person. Please stop assuming everyone has the same feelings about romance and sex as everyone else. There are few universals in the world. Some people have no desire to fall in love. Some people have little desire to, but if it happens it happens. These people may or may not feel like they’re missing anything by doing so. (This may or may not mean they are aromatic or on the asexual spectrum) Their opinions are valid, and stop trying to shove, “Oh that’s so sad!! You’re not truly living if you never romantically fall in love, let me fix you!” onto characters/muses or IRL people or otherwise. Don’t do it.
(Note: if it is a plotted conflict between two muses, that is different. But do not try to shove your personal opinions/values onto a muse or how a mun plays their character ooc)
Now for sex. Not everyone thinks its the greatest thing ever and “true proof of love” or whatever. Some people are disgusted by even the thought. Some people are totally indifferent and can live perfectly fine never having it. Some people barely get urges and can ignore them easily. Some people are fine with doing it for their partner but don’t look at someone and instantly start fawning over how “hot” they are. Some people only start to find people attractive after they’ve bonded with them. Some people never get urges. (This may or may not mean they are on the asexual spectrum) Their opinions are valid and stop trying to shove, ”What do you mean???? Everyone likes sex! You just haven’t found the right person yet / there’s no way you DON’T find anyone hot, come on everyone has urges you’re a man/teenager/(insert whatever ‘reasoning’ here) SO YOU MUST BE HORNY” onto characters/muses or IRL people or otherwise. Don’t do it.
(Note: if it is a plotted conflict between two muses, that is different. But do not try to shove your personal opinions/values onto a muse or how a mun plays their character ooc)
❛❛ It was an accident. Simply an accident. ❜❜ (-Ingvar, for whoever you would like!)
Geralt had been working this particular job for just about a week now. Tracking the creature had proven quite difficult, with a pattern of short breaks in between quick, erratic travel patterns, but Geralt had just managed to catch it sleeping. His hand had just curled around the hilt of his sword, his footsteps silent as he moved forward, when there was a slight rumble beneath his feet, a swaying of the trees somewhere behind him. It wasn't much but it was enough to wake his prey.
The creature's head shot up, wide eyes fixing on something behind him before they took in the sight of the Witcher. It instantly ran off, the erratic nature of its travel briefly demonstrated in its zig-zag retreat.
Geralt's jaw set in a hard line, teeth clenched together. Anger instantly moved through his veins like poison though he made no move to do anything with it. Instead, he simply turned to cast an accusatory glance at the giant that looked behind him. He must have been resting somewhere nearby, far enough away that Geralt hadn't yet come across him but huddled down so he didn't see him either.
"You couldn't have waited a moment longer?" Geralt snapped, ignoring his words.
"I-- I was... fearing for your safety, Sir Geralt-- Mister Witcher, Sir," he stammered. Now that the giant said it aloud, however, he felt an utter fool. He had seen Geralt's prowess as a fighter. He knew, nay, Goddess knew he was more than capable of handling himself against a creature like this.
Ingvar's thoughts were not always logical, however. Hence he'd become suddenly terribly worried when Geralt did not return so quickly as expected. But there had not been any sound whatsoever of strife either! Foolish, so foolish he was...!
"I... I sorry. Please, be-- letting me helping right this wrong."
It was his head, after all, which was on the line.
@thoseofonen asked: [ hospital ++ ] Hilda awakens in a hospital, finding Dani by her side, asking what happened -> Word Prompt Compilation
“Ah! You’re awake!”
Daniella shoots out of her chair at the sound of the groggy young woman’s voice, and presses the button by the side of the bed, so that a nurse will come to the room. “I’m not sure what happened to you myself, but you were unconscious when I found you, so I brought you here…I’m afraid I don’t know any of your personal information, however, so when the nurse gets here, she’ll very likely have some questions for you.”
Always a motherly young woman, she instinctively tightens the blanket around Hilda and fluffs the pillow as she talks. “A-Anyway, my name is Daniella. What’s yours? I’ll stay here until the doctors can get in touch with your parents. Do you - remember anything at all about what you were doing…?”
"Hilda... N-No, no... no parents..."
Hilda weakly shakes her head. If she opens her eyes the florescent lights, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, beeping equipment, they'll blind her. Her lip's busted. One of her eyes feels like it's throbbing. Her limbs ache. She remembers a fight with her father. After he was asleep, she'd gone out wandering. Snuck out. The details are fuzzy. But there had been a car speeding towards her, not paying attention, probably a drunk driver. Such bright headlights. And then... Pain. Then nothing. Then now.
Whoever this is with her, though, she can tell she's beautiful. It's in her voice. It's in her personality. No one like that can be a bad person. No one like that can be ugly. And if so, then beauty standards are shit and they'll throw them out the window.
"I don't want them to call my parents, lady. Please..."
((can't get back to sleep for now, so I'm lurking. If you're also awake and want to chat or plot or anything, send me an IM.))
((I took some anxiety meds (because I realized that was flaring up), and queued a few replies.
If there's something you're interested in continuing and have been waiting more than a few days on, PLEASE let me know. I'd be happy to continue it, I just need to know you're still interested. Likewise if you are NOT interested in continuing something, please tell me. I don't want to waste time and energy replying to something that my rp partner is no longer interested in. We can always do something else.
Have a good evening.))
Reblog if you have multiple RP blogs and if muns that interact with one are welcome to interact with any & all of them!
Obviously, there is no pressure to interact with them all if you are only interested/feel comfortable with one!
thoseofonen 〤 {ingvar.}
Ingvar knew not what to say nor how to react. A ‘yes’ to his question would have at least given him the justification to hurry off, cursing the fellow for ever finding him. But now… a ‘no’, and a reasonable, familiar explanation? Why, that was far more difficult.
Relief should have washed over him then and there. He should have cried in relief. He did neither, the giant. He only stared in shock, partly because the human had been brave enough to climb to meet his seated gaze, and partly because he’d been brave enough to flee the mad king in the first place.
… And yet he suddenly felt terribly invested. Perhaps it was the similarity, in an odd way, the human had to Hilda. Not to mention, they’d a common goal.
“Fleeing mad king, making thine own place in world…!” he repeated in a whisper, knitting his brows and wanting very much to stroke his beard. “Thou art–”
He shook his head. This wasn’t Hilda. This wasn’t a 'thou’.
“You are sounding most brave. It… terribly dangerous to be running from mad king, and doing as you seeing fit, not he.”
“I imagine,” Dean began slowly, “That it is a decision we all must make in the end. Whether we shall abide destruction, or stand against it.”
He would not consider himself brave, this knight.
It was likely cowardice that drove him away from the palace, betraying his crown-prince brother and everything he had ever known. There had been talk of betrayal, his own life at stake. He had been armed with the citizen’s hope, and he had torn it asunder, lit it ablaze as he ran. Perhaps he would return one day, when the tides would not rise against him and swallow him whole.
“I do not think it was brave,” he admitted, kicking at a couple loose stones half-heartedly, “Had I stayed, I would surely be dead. And if not dead, what would have become of me? Would I have become my father, or would I have simply done as I was told? I believe in a just and compassionate world, a fair one. Perhaps one day, there could be a leader that agrees with these sentiments, perhaps, in my brother’s time. Until then, I am afraid I am to be as hunted as you, until they suspect me dead or I have fled too far for it to matter. But I should ask you why you are here, so close to the smoke, so close to death if you do not wish it for yourself.”
Ingvar shook his head. He supposed the human was right; from the sound of things it seemed he'd not much choice in the matter of whether to stay or to leave. But to him, he was still brave. He'd not press the issue, however, for he wished not to incite any sort of ire.
"I... was knowing not that I was being so close to such strife and conflict," he admitted. "I cannot be even pretending I understanding what happening to be bringing you here. But... it peaceful here, away from... kingdom of your family. I... never found here, not until now, b-by... by you. And... that was not purposeful finding. I... I very much hoping I being sought by none from kingdom."
He furrowed a brow, harrumphed in thought.
"If it refuge and safety you seeking, then here is place unsuspecting. Here, or... far, far away."
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