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Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

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Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

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Saying "I'm a switch" but I mean switching between being an angel and being pretty fucking annoying

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"Delighted." Now that was a foreign concept to the prince. The world was altogether strange, made so effortlessly by Deorsa and his revelations. Imagine, someone other than his twin, or Deorsa himself, asking how he was.

When the other prince's touch came, it was welcomed as a much needed point of grounding. It didnt hurt Deorsa's cause, either, when he considered that not going would mean less of that.

"I do a lot around here." Subhoiem protested, weakly. He did work tirelessly in the kennels, but in truth was the actual kennel master was more than capable of the work alone. It would be a bit of a break for him, really, not to have the prince hovering.

"... Would there be hunting?" The mention of hounds alone had driven him the last mile, but Subhoiem refused to just say so.

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Deorsa’s heart softened as Subhoiem struggled further, not with shame or frustration, but with surprise, with a little awe. Yes, his friend absolutely needed to get out of this palace. He needed to experience new things.

He closed the gap between them - carefully avoiding the milling, curious pups - and cupped Subhoiem’s cheek with a hand, a gentle smile forming. Oh, but he loved this boy. Gods knew why - the younger prince was all but a standoffish, cold hermit - but Deorsa would kill to protect him.

“My parents would be delighted to meet you,” he affirmed, a stool appearing opposite Subhoiem so that Deorsa could sit and look at him (which he did). “They’re fond of Setum. I know they would like you. They always ask how you are.”

His other hand took hold of Subhoiem’s, lightly squeezing it in affection.

“And you do not have duties here,” came the soft teasing. “The Hounds will be perfectly fine if you take a trip away. Bring your favourite if you like. They and you can meet our own.”

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WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

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Did Alaric try to learn to read before Lilé started teaching him? Did Subhoiem attempt to keep him illiterate on purpose?

Ala picked up some written words here and there via his work illustrating Subhoiem's maps, but I think he convinced himself that was as much as he was capable of, and didnt push further.

I dont think Subhoiem was intentionally keeping him illiterate. I think it was likely that Ala kept it hidden as long as possible out of embarrassment. When it did become apparent, the next road block was subby's jealousy, which prevented a tutor from being hired.

He would have tried to take it on himself, but I don't think he has the patience for teaching reading/writing, and it rapidly devolved into frustration and conflict, until Ala ultimately gave it up.

Learning with/from Lilé would have been the first time he'd given it another try.

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“I would stay if I could. You must know that.”

Deorsa watched Subhoiem as the younger prince sat in silence, clearly struggling. He knew his friend all too well. Subhoiem had never been gifted with effortless communication, especially given he was the youngest child. He did not have the ease with which Ciardha spoke, or laughed, or teased. The prince was a shadow in contrast.

And Deorsa was trying his best to bring his closest friend into the light.

“What if you came back with me?” he offered. “Away from here for a few days. My parents would not mind at all.”

"Back... to your court?"

Genuine surprise was the only thing that jolted Subhoiem from his brooding. It had never occurred to him as an option, let alone to ask, but then, he only ever considered leaving the palace in the context of hunting, or his hounds.

Unlike his siblings, Subhoiem had not clamored to join trips to other courts or peoples, had no interest in the settlements surrounding their palace.

"I have duties here." It was a flimsy truth, he didnt expect Deorsa to believe it, but he was reeling with the possibility. "Would they truly allow it? Do they know of me?"

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Shout out to characters who want to be used. Shout out to characters who are so desperate to be worth something that they'll endure anything. Shout out to characters who build their entire self worth around being useful, being a tool. Shout out to characters who don't care how they are treated, as long as someone pays them any attention at all

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would you still like me even if i experienced emotions

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I need to lie down in a sunlight patch of moss, feel a gentle breeze on my skin, see afew bugs flying in the light, and eat berries Is that too much to ask

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Stumps

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Ala dropped back into the pillows with a faint grumble. It was hard to manage a proper huff when sleep was still dragging at him, and he knew Sleip didn't appreciate him being petulant, anyways. The bed was already too cold for his liking.

"Always feel safe with you." He mumbled, not lifting his head. "Just... I sleep better, when you're here with me."

Then, far more quietly, so that his knight could pretend not to hear and he could pretend not to be soft,

"Please, come back to me unharmed."

Sleipnir continued to lace up his boots, double knotting the lace before looking over his shoulder at the other. "How can I guard you if I sleep?" He knew Ala would prefer him a hundred more ways other then sleeping - and none of them easy on the ear.

The please was unexpected.

He faltered for a second, a moment of consideration before sighing. "...sleep. I'll do my rounds. You will be safe." He eased to his feet, dressed down from the heavier armour, but took the time to tie the belt to his hip.

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Soap in hand, Ala decided to push his luck. Rather than returning to his spot beside the knight, he opted for standing in front, his legs brushing Sleipnir's knees as he leaned in to work. Caution about loss of the moment kept him from the more comfortable option of a place in his knights lap.

"I'm not looking forward to the ride home, and I don't have your pains." He admitted, passing the bar of soap along Sleip's shoulders, then down each arm, setting it aside to massage each limb in turn before rinsing. Satisfied, Ala turned his attention to his chest, his hands just as wandering there, mapping what he had only seen until that point.

"The rest you'd need to stand for, I think. That sort of ruins the point of you relaxing." He murmured, though he coasted the bar down, stopping just short of his navel. "If you let me onto your lap-" He set aside the soap, reaching past Sleip to do it "I can still do more work on your shoulders." Ala looked to him then, searching for disapproval of his offer, holding his breath as he did so.

Sleip tittered something of a laugh at that. It was pretty funny.

Sleipnir shrugged at the question. “It’s hard to say anymore…” sleipnir withheld a yawn, fully melting into alas hands. He could somehow forget their arrangement. His sworn oath to this fae prince. If only for a moment. It was nice.

Sleip shivered where alas hands travelled, fingers gliding over more sensitive scars that lined his shoulder joints. It left his arms prickled with goosebumps.

Sleipnir missed the hands as soon as they were gone. He only so much as grumbled as he shifted, sitting backwards till his back was against the wall of the baths again.

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sometimes your brain really just offers you one banger of a sentence and then that's it for the entire rest of the day. creativity expired, the ability to think has clocked out for the day, context for as to how we even get to this sentence? sorry we're all out. this one sentence is all you get.

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