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[angeart]

today on hhau: first star constellation gets named! by scar and grian, yours truly.

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“Between the clouds and the generally hostile population… I bet the stars haven’t gotten the appreciation they deserve around here. In fact—” Scar lifts a hand, but he doesn’t point yet, instead cupping Grian’s cheek and gently guiding him to turn his head toward him, grinning as he speaks. “—we might be the first ones to ever name them.”

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grian tips his head to look at scar when he's guided to do so, gaze tracing the lines of scar's grin before hooking into his eyes. he lets out a soft laugh, a "scar, this is not how i can guard" ready on his tongue, but scar's words are faster, stripping him of any admonishment, replacing it with a vague sense of nervous awe.

scar is right. they might be the first ones.

the sky is going to be theirs.

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the cluster of twinkling stars, a chaotic nebula that seems to dissipate into small glowing sparks, is named the Vex Flame. according to scar, "some say it will cast its light on those who seek out a better life! a good omen! a sign of great triumph!"

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"i like that. i... like that that's the first one we named." and then, after a second, grian repeats the name, sounding it out on his tongue: "the vex flame. a good omen." he tips his head, resting it against scar's jaw, eyes still cast upwards. "you think it guides lost souls home...? like the northern star."

[chimkin-samich]

its kinda a stupid question, but i rlly wanted to know how tf you guys come up w such good dialogue for the comics u do :o i guess a better way to word it is whats the whole process like when making the comics? do you just go with the flow when writing & drawing or do u guys write the dialogue out before?

another question is how r u two doing? ive noticed its been quite a bit since the last art post…NO PRESSURE OFC just wondering:3

RAAAA HI HI WERE STILL ALIVE 😭

Ok question first then explain what’s been goin on for us Irl Skdkf

Our comic process is a bit… messy let’s call it lol. Typically how it goes is we get an idea on what to do wether it be angst fluff or anything, the idea can come from a meme, something that happened to us, reading something or even just a random lightbulb moment, from there we bounce it off each other to see how it could possible go and if the other has perhaps other ideas on how to build on it

After we have a solid idea on it we basically live roleplay, we set the scene and one of us starts it. The roleplay isn’t exactly what we’re going for (mainly cuz it ends up a lil goofy or really really bad) but it gives feral the base she needs on how to direct the comic, sometimes I’ll even make a write out a quick and short snippet to help her build the scene as well. Both RP and the snippet are very useful tho just depends how we’re feeling (it’s usually a RP tho cuz it also gives feral some expressions to work with as I play the boys)

It’s a messy way of doing it cuz it’s very chaotic but it helps a ton for feral to have a starting base before diving into the comic, both by giving her some dialogue to modify, expression to work with and a general direction on the story

As for the part if we’re ok.. I don’t wanna jinx it again so I’ll say that we’re alive 😭 (putting a read more cuz post is getting long)

We planned on coming back to makin art in Feb/March but things did not go as planned, in Dec our water pump broke so we had to move out for a week until that got fixed and then in late Jan our roof started leaking and we had to pack up and move out entirely in March cuz we found out the entire roof is atrocious and needs to be torn out and redone 😭

We thought we would be back home by now but they were barely able to start working on it last week cuz legal issues got in the way that took forever to resolve so we might not be back home until June, we have a place to stay tho so dw bout that! Just a lot of things have been happening and we’re really hoping we can start making art again soon, we do have comms that we need to finish first but once those are finished we plan on hopping back in cuz we really miss making content

So fingers crossed we can actually get back into it, in the mean time we do have a lot of wips, both drawing’s and writings cuz we would start em in this period and then have to stop due to issues, so there’s not only a lot in the works but also even more ideas in our head of stuff too do ✨

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HELLO! 🩵🩵🩵

My name is Andrea, but you can go by my call sign which is Icicle, and I am the sergeant at the coveted Taskforce 141! And I can't wait to bring you all the latest gossip on what happens when we're not busy shooting off enemies and saving the world from total damnation.

So anyways, I am 29 and used to live in Seattle, Washington to Vietnamese parents (we moved since I was two.) I enrolled in the military at 18 and was given my SAS regiment, becoming the youngest to do so!

But I wanted to do more, I wanted to prove to myself that I can be much more than just a decorated soldier. That I, and many other women before me can prove that we're just as much a force to be reckoned with than our fellow men.

So imagine my surprise when I got the call, (thanks to the amazing Laswell) to have the opportunity to be sergeant of the coveted Taskforce 141. One of the best taskforce there is, led by Captain John Price and his three subordinates. Lieutenant Ghost, and the two sergeants, Sergeant Gaz and Soap. To tell you the truth I was unsure of myself, but I didn't back down, and I didn't let fear take me over.

So here I am! Eight years strong and still with my head held high. But I wanted to do something fun, a little snippet of our day to day lives when we're not killing soldiers or having to deal with government officials with their million dollar crisp suits.

So I made this! With both Kyle and Johnny's help (they were there since Tumblr was born y'know), we created iceychronicles! I'm the host of this, asking questions and showing off some of the day to day lives of what we're doing, but one of the boys might drop in and also pop a couple questions here and there!

(And to be completely honest, both John and Simon needed to let loose, y'know? Get the jitters out.)

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So yeah! I look forward to having you all my little icey friends drop in, ask some questions or overall go 'feral' (as the kids say) to our shenanigans, and I'll catch you all in another winter! 🩵☃️❄️

BYE FOR NOW!

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🎵 anthems for a seventeen year-old girl

👩🏻‍🎤 yeule

[basedonconjecture]

Hi fiend!! 21, 39, and 56!!!! For the writer ask game!!

HELLO :D thank u thank u

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

100% hmu. I’ve spent years and years roleplaying on forums. Which, the style of rp I mean, I think is referred to as novella style? Long posts, complex plots, etc. all in collaboration with others. I think my longest running plot has gone on for nearly a decade (shout out to @complikatedd for being part of that <3). I did once plan out an entire book series with another friend. It did not go anywhere, alas. But! All that to say, yes I would :)

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

I sorta mentioned it in another post but I technically wrote an epilogue to Per Essere Veri first. The state of it is very rough and idk how much of it I’ll keep when all’s said and done but here’s a portion I do still like-ish:

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She was still standing by the window when the door to the bedroom cracked open. The corners of her mouth turned down as she watched him steal through the narrow opening. He’d moved into the guest house after they’d returned to Treviso, preferring the privacy of it over staying in the villa proper—not only because she was also often there, but also for Spite. Whose comfort was the real priority was anyone’s guess. Still, he tiptoed around it as if he were an interloper and she didn’t like it any better than knowing he’d given up his own private residence elsewhere.

“Some assassin you are,” she said breezily as soon as he closed the door. “The security around this place has gotten lax. They didn’t even notice me slip over the back wall this time.”

“I assure you, I only escaped Caterina because we were informed you were here,” he replied, slinging his suit jacket across the back of a nearby chair.

She crossed her arms, raising a brow. “And you decided to walk right into my trap?”

His eyes narrowed as he sauntered closer, his voice dropping to a low timbre that sent a familiar shiver down her spine. “Are you certain you didn’t walk into mine?”

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56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

It’s hard for me to say because idk that I really do one thing super well enough that I’m ever really like “ah, that’s my strong suit.” Some days, I feel really good about my characterizations. Other days it’s dialogue. It just sorta depends on the work, I think. Sorry for the non-answer to this one ����

[thelyingjoke]

hi bow i know we haven't talked in a while but i have been thinking So Fucking Much about DICE lately so i had to ask. u got any DICE hcs?

heyyyyy first off i am SO so sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this. i’ve been going through a lot of complicated personal stuff the past several months and it’s kept me off of social media…but i am back now! hopefully. i may not be the most active but i will try my best!!

NOW FOR THE QUESTION !!! DICE is a little funny for me…i love them so much and yet my mind’s perception of them constantly shifts…i can never seem to think of anything concrete for them. i love most theories about them to where i can’t decide which ones to believe in myself. like the 11th member…i really like all of the explanations people make for them. from cameraperson to pet to kokichi’s twin. I can’t decide which i like best so they’re all true at the same time for me.

for things that i CAN decide on…hm. Well they are Definitely orphans to me. and i think that like…that horse head in kokichi’s room? they all have one of those. they like to wear them regularly i think. it’s an extra mask. it gets pulled off their faces scooby-doo style to reveal the clown mask underneath.

and i Really like the card nicknames headcanon. but i think they have more than just standard deck names. like there’s Heart, Spade, Club, Clover, Ace, Joker. then you’ve got shit like Wild +4. Basic Darkness Energy. A Deal With Dark Ruler. Sour Cream From Steven Universe. they’re an unpredictable bunch…you can never guess what nickname they’re gonna use next.

the last one actually has an explanation. in an rp from like. jan 2019 i think? it was with DICE members and one of them pointed out how this guy’s hair looks like sour cream from steven universe

and in hindsight their hair is actually not that similar at all they are both just pointy. but that has stuck with me. and it’s funny. so i’ve been calling that member Sour Cream ever since

and speaking of comparing media…i imagine the group to have a dynamic similar to Giovanni’s Boys (gender neutral) from one of my favorite shows, the hit webseries epithet erased. they’re a gang of teenage petty criminals who are initially low-ranking members of an Actual criminal organization pyramid scheme but they eventually leave after giovanni proposes making their own evil organization. they’ve got goofy nicknames like Dark Star and Crusher and Flamethrower and Car Crash (but you can only get one if you earn it). giovanni wants to be a supervillain so bad and he is the sweetest guy ever who loves his minions so very much. these snippets from the book really fit DICE i think!

i look at them replacing hot dogs with cattails, and i nod and think…yes…DICE would do that…stupid but fun…that’s all they want…

they have their differences. giovanni and his boys (gender neutral) are very stupid. but i think the fundamentals of them both being groups of teens who just want to have fun and commit harmless petty crimes and who care so much for each other is Wonderful. i often think of this song to be DICE’s theme song even if i don’t think they are actually like how the banzai blasters are in the song. they’re smarter. But it’s a banger. i find them both very very fun (i think about kokichi saying lines from ee often…i have a list)

And this is not really a headcanon but i like how in the group photo everyone else has pants that at least Reach their ankles but kokichi is a rebel and wears pants that are just slightly too small for him. why does he do that. Weirdo (affectionate)

[a-cat-in-toffee]

Hey hi hello I got no thoughts head empty but do u got any thoughts or bits about Kota bc I’m totally normal and not insane about him <3. (Also I’ll respond to the rp soonish??? Work :/)

TAKE UR TIME W RP IM SO GOOD TO WAIT but i do have some kota snippets for you >:)

this ^^^ is the same the I posted from b4 and it only ended up being like. 700smthn words. dunno if I'm going to post it as is or add more shrugs

[chevvy-ryder]

WIP GAME

Got tagged by @aggravateddurian. Thankies <3

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Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.*

As I only got one project its all chapter (wip) parts from the 2078 story rp. 1-4 are close to be done/half finished rest is still rp answers;

CH01 – The Golden Demon of Kabuki CH02 – Encounter in the Afterlife CH03 – Job gone wrong (worktitle) CH04 – Reencounter at No-Tell Motel CH05 – Corpo Gala –– CHXX – Jay meets Arki (work title) CHXX – Arki and Ry talk (work title) CHXX – Ry'n'Thy get together (work title) CHXX – Silence is Oppression CHXX – Ry'n'Thy first smut (work title) CHXX – Arki and V calm moments (work title) Gonna tag: (dunno if u are all writing as well, if not feel free to ignore tihs)

@alphanight-vp, @gloryride, @wraithsoutlaws, @morganlefaye79, @wanderingaldecaldo, @elvenbeard, @fereldanwench, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @peaches-n-screem, @genocidalfetus, @therealnightcity, @dreamskug, @astarionhistears, @t0tentanz, @nightcxty, @medtech-mara and @rosapexa

*I obviously ignored that.

[jessaerys]

u are so cruel for not posting your writing!!! YOU TEASE US WITH THESE SNIPPETS😭😭 its so good and so right im dying for these near headcanons

HMMMM the long and short of it is that all of that writing is in rp format, by which i mean i write from near’s pov and the bestie writes from mello’s pov and we do some skeleton planning of what's gonna happen, but write scene by scene collaboratively as we go therefore,

1. the pace is quite slow, 2. there is a lot of internal streams of consciousness, and uh, navel-gazing i suppose, 3. the point of view switches every couple hundred words on average 4. there is a lot of “slight rewind” overlap between pov switches as in, someone says something, then the other character has thoughts about it or sneaks in an action that would have technically occurred in the previous paragraph, etc etc. 

the point is and will always be first and foremost to entertain ourselves when we write, so the threads do not follow what i’d consider proper rules of prose writing hahahaha like i said – there’s a lot of lingering in the second-by-second minutia that might get tedious after a while

i HAVE been meaning to adapt the threads to fic format because i do think it's Really Good Writing, but i’m finding it incredibly hard because there’s really excellent writing on both sides and the pov switching is really hard to make work in a Regular narrative, if that makes sense. a lot would be lost if we stuck to just one character's point of view

that said i’ve sent out the first couple thousand words to morgan neallo/blondiest whom seems to really enjoy the style, so i’d be interested to know if, like, there’s enough interest in reading the rp threads as they are and maybe we’d consider posting them to AO3 in chapters

[angeart]

:o are we allowed to ask about Mr Beak?? Because I have been dying to but I figured it was for Future Rambles so I've been holding back.

Especially because both you and Link drew Grian with his wings out, no cloak, and Grian actually using his wings for a smol hug in your bit.

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yes you're allowed! it is for future rambles, but we made a concession if you promise you'll still read the rambles as well when they come out! :D

mr beak gets acquired in vex arc, part titled "a night for living". let me take you through Never Before Seen basics! just a quick little rundown :3

grian and scar get accepted adopted into a vex commune! which is a pretty safe place considering that it's full of vexes who are seen as warriors. it's settled in the forest, in what used to be a hunting village. (it was taken over.)

now i won't say exactly how things go, but- there's definitely an adjustment period! especially since grian is an avian in a place filled with only vexes, and scar is... well, not a typical vex!

but they settle in. and they start to tentatively have some security. their own walls, and a bed! there's a LOT to say about the whole vex arc, and i can very easily be swayed, but i'll skip to mr beak. (under the cut because this is getting rambly <3 expect RP snippets too)

there's a big night at the vex commune, one they meticulously prepare for. make sure there's no hunters anywhere nearby, brew homemade alcohol, etc. they make a huge bonfire, set up various games (prizes are mostly more alcohol, lol. special bottles of types from rare fruits and stuff, with a strip of fabric/ribbon tied to them to mark them as the victory bottles) and just... go wild!

it's during this night when scar and grian challenge two other vexes (frens???? 👀) to a game of (drunk) archery. scar pretends he can barely hold a bow. it's very funny when he shoots a bulls eye, trust me.

scar kind of jokingly asks if there are other prizes - like big stuffed bears, for example. and once he wins, the best out of three shots, he again jokingly says he'll take the bear as his prize. and grian joins in, asking for the bear!

(mini rp bit!!)

Excitedly and triumphantly, Scar loops his arms around Grian as well, lower and more securely wound, and lifts, spinning him around like a loon just because he wants to and he can. “The man wants a bear!!” he announces to the world, boisterous and goofy.

anywayyy... yeah, no, the vexes don't have a stuffed bear. but there's an idea. and someone digs out a discarded plush from somewhere.

it's a chicken.

kane is meant to hand it over, but... he's very hesitant. and he wouldn't be if it was a couple of weeks ago, but! he's been learning! about avians and things that upset grian. about how sensitive he is about other birds or bird-like things.

uncharacteristically hesitant, he calls scar over first, trusting scar's judgement on these things much more than himself.

aaand. what if i throw more rp snippets at u? 👀👀👀👀 (1,7k words because my hand slipped— enjoy :D)

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SCAR

Kane waits until he's sure Scar's body and wings block Grian's view, and then he tentatively unfurls his own wing, showing the worn plush toy in his arms: a pale brown chicken, a little clumpy, but soft-looking. Squishable. "We have... this," he presents, a bit flatly, waiting for reaction.

It’s unfortunate, really, because in any other circumstance Scar would not hesitate to give the awkward little chicken to Grian. It’s so adorably lumpy, and he wants to squeeze it immediately. 

But… 

“Let me see,” Scar says, taking it from Kane. He appreciates the hesitance now. Despite claiming victory during their previous dispute over insensitivity, Kane clearly cares to get this right, and it warms Scar’s heart to no end.

Kane keeps the doll hidden as he passes it over to Scar, who analyzes it carefully, squeezing at the center and feeling the material. It’s soft, not at all feathered, and the insides seem to be cotton, possibly with beads interspersed for weightiness. 

But it’s still a bird.

Scar looks to meet Kane’s gaze, both of them uncertain, but Scar sighs and offers a weak smile. “You’re a good man, Kane,” Scar declares, nodding appreciatively at him. 

Ultimately, it should be up to Grian if he wants this. Scar can look out for potential triggers, but it’s not his place to decide for him. 

Scar can’t protect him from everything. Shouldn’t either.

(Plus, it is cute. Scar hopes that fact overwrites any potential anxieties.)

Scar turns around, offering the plushie over to Grian with that same timid smile. “What do you think, G?”

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GRIAN

nico's murmuring things to grian, praising his and scar's aim, wanting to know where they've learned to shoot like that. it distracts grian sufficiently, thrown off and glancing at the targets where someone was collecting their arrows now so they could keep playing.

"we... had a lot of practice," grian replies, unsure how to phrase it any better. to say that they didn't need to worry about running out of arrows—or lives—ever was something too bewildering to put out there. "it's just been a while," he adds, grimacing at where a vex was trying to climb a tree to reach the arrow grian shot first. 

nico laughs, amused but bright and kind. "well, you know. as long as you don't lose the arrows, you guys can come here and shoot at the targets anytime."

grian perks up at that, but before he can answer, scar's turning to him and offering something to him.

grian's gaze lands on the bird-like heap in scar's hands, and his head short-circuits.

bird.

it's a bird.

memories of [REDACTED] slam into him, and he swallows thickly, rebooting. 

a bird.

this world doesn't have birds. but here one is, silly-looking and soft, offered to grian to hold. (to cherish. to protect. to keep.)

with gaze solidly focused on the toy, grian hears himself try to joke. "i think that's not a bear."

kane huffs, although there's something tentatively relieved in the sound, possibly at the lack of a more outward freak out on grian's part. "i told you we don't have bears."

grian's only half-listening. his chest feels askew and tingly, wings semi flared out, but he's taking a step forward and reaching out his hands for the plushie.

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SCAR

Scar is about to say they don’t have to take it. They could easily accept one of the prize bottles. He could even make a show of tying the decorative ribbon on one of Grian’s fingers as a silly romantic callback.

But Grian is reaching out and Scar doesn’t have it in his heart to deny him. He offers the toy to him gingerly, still nervous, but willing. 

“Not a bear, but… look at its little beard!” Scar tries, letting his index finger fiddle with the red tufts of fabric as he pulls away. “…do you like it?”

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GRIAN

wordlessly, grian takes it, holds it out, feels its weight settle in his hands. his fingers squeeze lightly, testing it out, feeling its softness. (it's not made of feathers. not feathers.)

some tightly held knot in grian's chest unspools, and he finds himself laughing a little unsteadily at scar's silly gesture.

his hands flap the chicken's wings, and unthinkingly, grian's own wings mirror the motion. there's a part of grian's brain that's happy at this, already growing attached, and it's probably weird, for a toy to trigger instincts that whisper flock against the nape of his neck, but the affection and protectiveness rise up in him anyway.

he pulls the chicken tightly to his chest, his gaze flicking up, meeting first scar's eyes and then swivelling to kane's. "... i can keep this?" he asks, a bit shyly, even as his hold signals that he would not let go even if he was told no.

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SCAR

Scar’s heart swells again at the sight of Grian flapping the doll’s little wings, and gosh it’s unfairly adorable when he does the same with his own wings. Scar grins, leaning back into Grian’s space as he turns to regard Kane. 

“We’re taking this,” Scar declares.

Kane scoffs, cheeks heating up as he takes mostly fake offense. “As if I’d take it back, come on!” And then he’s grinning as well, clearly satisfied that the prize went over well, all sourness from the competition completely faded away. “You won it fair and square, mister liar.”

“Sober liar,” Nico tacks on, earning a bark of laughter from his mate.

“Hey, I’m getting there, I’m getting there!” Scar insists, leaning down to reclaim his and Grian’s bottles. He hands Grian’s back to him with a bright smile. “…It’s precious.”

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GRIAN

grian instantly slots himself next to scar as he returns to his side, still clutching the bird tightly. 

"mister sober liar," he repeats teasingly at scar, nudging him a little and giving him a big, bright grin.

no matter how the others want to spin it, the fact is that they did win, and scar did insist on a prize for grian. (and man, the way his hands were capable with the bow is hot. although it's not something grian'd admit out loud.) he's grateful for it, a bit of playful games and a reward at the end of it, presented with such care. 

with boundless affection, grian leans against him and presses his wing against scar's lower back, under his vex wings, in a little squeeze. hoping his thanks translates. 

he untangles one hand from the chicken only to reach for the bottle, and he lets it clink against scar's. "cheers, to our victory." 

nico's ushering them a little bit to the side, to make space for new contestants, while kane lifts his own drink, cheerfully joining in with drinking. 

"there's more games to play, if you want," nico remarks with a chuckle, then adds: "but no more non-bears to win."

grian glances at him. "what about yes-bears?"

kane sputters a laugh, almost choking on his drink.

nico offers a grin instead, with a small chuckle. "none of those either, i'm afraid."

"bottles, mostly," kane says all too happily. "but some games have donation piles and if you win, you can pick something someone else left behind." he shrugs a little, clearly much more interested in the drinks the vexes worked so hard to make. "mostly useless stuff. wood carvings, dull daggers, scraps of clothes, chipped mugs. things people found and don't have use for, or that they don't want anymore."

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SCAR

“What you’re saying is we get to thrift shop for prizes?” Scar asks excitedly, wings fluttering before one slots over Grian’s head in a purposely goofy manner. “Whatcha say, G-man? More games? Want to see how red in the face Kane can get if he keeps losing?”

“Hey!” Kane shouts, grabbing at Scar to try to dig his fist into the top of his head playfully. Scar unfortunately allows it, not willing to give up his spot next to Grian and how his wing is tucked under him so tenderly. But he laughs at the abuse, clearly unbothered.

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GRIAN

grian ducks a little at the wing over him, but then he straightens up, chirping and meeting it. he has his prize chicken in one hand, still pressed to his chest, and a bottle in the other, wing still slung across scar's lower back in a casual, if a little clingy way.

"more games!" he cheers, toothily looking over kane and nico. "so what's next, fellas? what do you want to be beaten at this time?"

nico's chuckling, lips curved in a smile, taking this for friendly jest, but kane's getting riled up. his tail swishes aggressively. "you can't thrift prizes if you don't win first," he accuses.

"what game?" grian presses. "what do you think you have a chance at?"

it's a cheeky jab, and grian's delighted as he sees it work. 

"sparring!" kane huffs out, clearly ready to tackle them until he can prove his dominance or something.

"or obstacle course," nico offers as a counter argument.

"sparring!" kane repeats, insistent, shooting his mate a glare. "we win at this one!" 

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SCAR

Scar yawns exaggeratedly. “Drunk sparring? Sounds like a vex slapping fest to me.” He waves his hand with the bottle dismissively at that, eyeing Grian as he does. Then he takes a large sip of his drink and flares out his free wing. “What kind of obstacle course we talkin’?”

Both sound less fun than archery to Scar, but he has a feeling the obstacle course would be preferable to Grian. Sparring just sounds like an invitation to get hurt.

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GRIAN

grian is honestly glad scar is steering this away from a fight competition, but kane deflates, looking like he was just betrayed. "you don't want to spar?" his ears flick, then he crosses his arms, upset. "it's 'coz you know you'd lose. you're just picking what you're secretly good at!"

"i dunno, you could've been better at it," grian brushes him off, referencing kane's archery skill in a way that makes kane sputter.

"the obstacle course," nico takes charge, starting to walk in a more solid direction, "has many things. some you get under, some you get over. gliding is allowed." he eyes grian. "outright flying might be considered as cheating."

grian gasps dramatically, his wing losing connection to scar only to flap in playful offense. "i'd never!" and honestly, it's hard to think of himself actively flying, so it's not exactly wrong. it's not just theatrics, but they make it easier to bear, to hide behind.

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i was gonna stop earlier but figured maybe you'd like to see the banter :3 maybe you'd like to see the new characters and these dynamics. (they're all tipsy at this point and scar and grian have been living here for a while, just to be clear.)

other big things happen that night besides winning mr beak :3 just sayin'

vex arc is fun <33

[charlicpace]

rp ideas i'm obsessed with but will obviously never open

skeleton rp set in a theatre, following the production of an original musical with every single role in the building having a skeleton (cast, crew, foh, orchestra, security) down to specifics of who's at the merch stall and who's in the ensemble but u/s leading man, plot drops involving the development of the show, showmances, backstage drama, the app count being the casting call, unfollows being the end of contract & characters who are being unfollowed being cast members that take their last bow & foh that quit/leave, anybody brought in after opening being new, and the only aspect of the production being npc being the creative team and the main is run as if from their perspective.

small town rp with heavy inspo from british soaps - wildly intricate and overlapping family connections with each new character needing to have some sort of connection to preexisting characters (maybe 3+ each to avoid bubbling) and all the insane amount of drama, no need for storyline and plot approval as anything goes and the more soap-like and dramatic, the better. definitely mumu with no character cap. massive families, kill characters off when you get bored, run a plotline with six possible baby daddies, long lost siblings, the wildest events known to man to shake things up, a safe space for absolute chaos

city rp where the only thing the characters have in common is have at least 30k followers on tiktok (for whatever reason - influencers, mummy vloggers, professional in x sharing their expertise, someone who given their friend's old popular account, literally just has followers because they're pretty, sibling of more sucessful tiktoker, sketch comedians, celebrity that just so happens to have an account, person who went viral once and got followers but hasn't posted anything since, etc)

rp set at a music festival, again including everyone (artists, crew, security, vendors, festival go-ers) with a few weeks to write out the events of the weekend -- make it a longer one for plot sake, thursday to sunday or something -- and then time jump to the same festival the following year with a shake up and some slight shifts (maybe a mumu for character swapping-out purposes, but there's always repeat artists and loads of people go to the same fetival every year) rinse and repeat every few weeks, detailing the lives of these people at this yearly festival with fun time jumps and only getting a snippet into this one weekend each year. lots of fun and potential.

[killer-cinnamon]

🪵 be nice to yourself, ingrate

send 🪵 and i'll say a positive thing about my own blog @painmon

excuse you how r u d e to come into my inbox with this energy. be nice - to myself - on my own blog?? UNHEARD OF. absolutely ridiculous. blasphemy.

. . .

ugh FINE

i give a lot of thought and spend a lot of time on my tags, going through songs that i associate with Kai and finding quotes, poetry, etc. that vibe with him, and then picking out little snippets that fit him the most and that are thematically relevant to whatever the tag is. i struggled with it for Kai a little more than i have with other muses, mostly just because i did his tags when he was still brand new in my mind so i only had a basic grasp of him as a muse but im still really happy with them.

idk it's just something that i always spend some time on for each of my muses that probably falls under the radar a lot so. yeah

TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY! * send a symbol and i'll recommend my favorite rp blogs!

[littlest-bugz]

TW: Ableism, Abuse

VENT BELOW

Rereading an rp log to get the snippets of lore for my fantasy book bible, and just watching the person's character be EXTREMELY ableist and abusive to my favorite character is like :( not cool.

For context on the character; he went thru severe abuse and one of the bigger things is that he has slower processing bc of brain damage. Their character repeatedly called him stupid, blew up on him because of things that were clearly symptoms of his men'al illness or his physical disabilities, and treated him like shit. That's straight up just roleplaying your oc being an abusive, ableist POS

Like dawg :( I know I was in an abusive situation where that was normal so I just let it continue, but as someone who's grown and can now recognize what it is,,, just,,, damn. That's so wicked fucked up.

On top of that, the whole reason I stopped rping with this person was because they claimed my character was being ableist to theirs based off of my oc not knowing about their ocs powers. Like,,, dawg,,, u r calling a survivor of severe abuse stupid and further rping their abuse,,,, that's like,,, what ur accusing me of,,, sounds like projection methinks

Thank gods both me and my skrunkly are in a better place now

[otome-on-the-side]

Hi! Please can you write an angsty piece with Solomon where he and female!MC have this sort of mutual unresolved romantic/sexual tension but Solomon knows that the demon brothers have MC's heart, which isn't true because MC is so in love with Solomon. Angst but happy ending pretty please? 🤗

Pairing: Solomon/F!reader

TWs and Tropes:  study dates, jealousy, implied poisoning, misunderstandings 

uhhh sorry this didn’t turn out too angsty, but I think it definitely has a good ending 

"Thanks for coming out with me today, Solomon- I know you've been as busy with exams as I have, so I really appreciate this."

The sorcerer smiled back at you, though it felt like the grasp you had on his heart had tightened. "It's no problem; tutoring you helps me study as well."

Before the sweet moment can really set though, Mammon busted in with a slam of your bedroom door; It was cute to see you jump- you really should be used to your first's entrances at this point. With all the time you'd spent with him ranting about it, even Solomon was familiar with the habit.

Solomon hadn't realized he was reminiscing until he blinked, finding Mammon's finger pointing right between his eyes, mere inches away.

"You're goin' ta take care of her, right sorcerer?"

Solomon's smile was fixed, but he could feel a vein pulsing under his eye, nearly causing it to twitch. He was Fine with the relationship you had with all the brothers; he could ignore the nail-like envy that dug into his heart when he saw the camaraderie you shared with them, but he drew the line at having his nose shoved into it. It was bad enough that all his overtures at making pacts with the brothers had failed, but it worse that they'd laid claim on you as well.

"Mammon," you hissed. "that's enough."

"Yeah, yeah," Mammon rested his hand on his hip, muttering something only you heard- Solomon couldn't quite make it out before you elbowed him in the gut. He really needed to invite the demon over for lunch at the purgatory hall sometime; he had some recipes he really needed to test.

Mammon was hardy enough. You probably wouldn't mind him taking one of your harem for a bit. Maybe.

But part of him couldn't handle the idea of you looking at him with hurt in your eyes, or worse, hatred, so he put the idea aside- just in time to hear something that could have made his heart stop.

"Mammon, thank you for the snacks, but I'm trying to have a date here so if you could please,-"

Date?!

[herpotions]

thinking about this again and turning emo

[emotionalalwayss]

Hi! 20+ looking for something that might sound a bit strange… I’m looking for some renfield rps

yes. the one with nicholas cage…

listen. LISTEN

I’m looking for a renfield x oc (mxm) rp because i think renfield deserves a good bf<3

I would honestly like to play renfield against any oc u want, maybe a Hunter? Who knows!

I have snippets of a plot. Maybe in the very beginning Dracula and renfield DID date but didn’t last long, maybe after all these years renfield meets this certain someone (it can be hand in hand w canon meaning Dracula is still around or he’s not) and it’s exploring all that sort of going into a relationship again<3

My answers are on the shorter side since I’m so busy w uni but I’m fairly active

I’m good w smut as well! I prefer bottoms or switches<3

Like and I’ll reach out!

[sheaymin]

—EIGHT SENTENCE SUNDAY

6 7 8 sentence who cares i stole this meme from @aartyom​ bc i used to write & none of yall know this. anyway i dug around very fucking intensely for some snippets from my old rp blogs, only one is fucking not deleted so praise me for stirring about to find shit from these deactivated gems. all of these are out of context, obviously, but i figure i should just u kno mention that. tagging in the sense that u dont have to do this u just have to perceive me except caro. caro u should just do this. && sunny. ok the rest of u dont have to<3 @vilestblood @sunnflowyr​ @suncesus @lunarlegend & if u want to do it say i tagged you.

↳  A FAMILIAR CHILL RUNS UP through her spine, her skin pricks & sticks to the air as if the cold itself were wet despite the lack of humidity. different than the feeling of ghosts, of death. no this is much different. dark, empty. shea finds herself rubbing at her arms as if to wipe off the feeling entirely, continuing to step forward through the brush toward sharp incline. the highlands at night are no mere safe feat & no doubt if she were not careful it would be her end. startled ! turning fast, fingers curled into fists eyes wide ! the unexpected sudden sound of trees rustling violently as a murder of mrukrows take to flight opposite her direction. yet she does not ease up as she turns around; now face to face with no doubt the source of her unease, silence fills the air before she finally speaks. the tension in her shoulders refusing to leave, the stiffness in her frame locking her. despite this, her voice sounds somewhat firm. as if she isn’t afraid & yet perhaps her body betrays her ? who is to say.  ＂ ---are you revealing yourself to me, or can i just see you now ?＂

↳  GOOD AT HIDING IT BY now. the tear within her palm that cracks upward her forearm, splintering at her skin on her remaining leg. her side. under cloth, under armor. hidden by wrappings tightly bound as if they could hide the sickened hues of green, that color that seeps through the fade in soft breaths. even alone now she’s hiding the pain, the weariness. if she can lie to herself, she can lie to everyone. but its not exactly a kept secret, just an unspoken one. she flops down on the grass upon her back. breathing a sigh of relief that the party could find a moment of rest. laying there for sometime before sitting up & absentmindedly rubbing at her anchor’d palm. ears twitch at the sound of the warden & she turns to see nanna. a smile blossoms against her features, ＂ oh it’s alright enough ! no more or less than normal really.＂ at least for now. however the rift ahead would dare aggravate it soon enough. ＂ but i shant say no to any advice, especially when it comes from one of the fade’s own— what is it that justice spoke of ?＂

↳   A SUCK OF HIS TEETH in retort, a roll of the eyes. the magic that seeps through his hand pulses before simmering down as the wound upon the witcher’s flesh closes & calms. a shake of the wrist as he pulls away & stands, dusting off his knees. ＂ as do i, but rarely do i tend to willingly take a path filled with them. ＂ he turns, looking outward at the ground around them. still feeling the sour in the earth & the fog thickening from the upset. so long as they weren’t there to the rob graves, he surmises, they should be fine to continue on. ＂ && here i thought one of you equates to ten men ? ＂ a snide smirk & he offers a hand to help the other rise. ＂ next time, take on my offer to help. magic does not help the wise, but fools, you know.＂

↳   WIDE IS HIS GRIN, PAINTED lips part to reveal toothy grin. pointed fangs resting between sharper mates, cheek to cheek a demonic smile. no matter his jokes, his façade—- he is a predator in the most vile sense. devoid of such to his fellow whom merely dares him to take ink to parchment & dress the count in colored prose. what a fanciful thought to lie & exaggerate beyond measure to gain some sort of ire from him.   ＂ you make such a task sound delightful ! i find myself humored by the thought.＂ he sways & waltzes away from the fireplace. figures now dancing about statues & little trinkets as if he were playing a tune. the tips of his nails tapping away at metal & wood. ＂ i so hate work, you know.＂ the distance is closed now. ruthven standing before the desk & looming over with hands behind his back sitting at the curve of his spine. leaning just enough to look down at his companion.   ＂ perhaps i shall make someone write for me, hm ?＂ 

↳   A PAUSE SEIZES him as he looks to her & reads the intent to scold him( lightly at the least ) upon her features. a moment passes as he chuckles breathlessly as head dips down for onyx locks to bounce about his shoulders. the tapping to his head is dismissed easily as he instead watches her sit beside him. she means what she says, but in such a way that brings no ill will. journal is placed on the small table before them & hands raise in surrender.   ＂yes mother hen. ＂

↳   HE STANDS AT THE ORACLE. broken, twisted. spinning as it surrounds an empty platform. it holds color. navys, yellows. blues & silver. a throne behind him. golden eyes seem to glow still so bright they leak down upon his cheeks, staining eternal tear streaks. is he crying ? he feels no sadness. he feels only strength. a laugh, toothy grin, head ducked down sways to & fro. he steps toward the throne & he remembers. he remembers the moments leading to this. the cold. the shattering pain. the word no. said so defiantly, akin to a roar. the swirl of taken energy around him, threatening the threads of his whole existence. his snarls & screams. clawing his way back into a physical form, to a place to put his feet. the light & dark within him bursting at the seams to reshape him. in his image. in how he sees him. it’s what touches the walls, the floor. made of that crystal within the reef. the structures are different. bones adorn the throne he now settles himself within. asphodelia bloom at his feet. bright & flourishing. the greenery seems to grow at his will. behind him in the growing abyss the swirl & twist platforms form down below, stretching the horizon. they blossom. the asphodelia. the garden grows. it shimmers & shines with the crystal forming at every corner, every stretch. the red colors reflected against the purple, lilacs. those navys & yellows. a nebula of color, of light forms around him & his throne.