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pri-the-writer · 1 year

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#the sad part is that realistically they’re just going to go to some other country that’ll put up with their bs and the cycle will continue

My Top Posts in 2022:

Mass Effect: Shepard Initiative

In 2157, humanity discovered it was not alone in the universe.

Thirty years later, they found a peaceful place among dozens of galactic species. But this idyllic future was overshadowed by a dark past: Reapers, a sentient race of machines responsible for cleansing the galaxy of all organic life every 50,000 years. Paralyzed with indecision, the galaxy's leaders failed to act in time, and it was only the act of one woman and her allies that brought an end to the Reaper threat.

Now, in 2187, the galaxy is finally beginning to heal after the Reaper War. With almost every major government and military force brought close to ruin during the war, the galactic community knew no one species could recover together. A new initiative was created, built out of the ruins of dozens of worlds, colonies, and peoples. This organization- comprised of thousands of politicians, soldiers, doctors, scientists, engineers, and common workers alike- is dedicated to reviving the galactic community and rebuilding it into something better.

It was named after the woman who made it possible, who saved the galaxy they are rebuilding:

The Shepard Initiative

So, now that the dramatics are out of the way, let me answer some questions. First and foremost, this roleplay takes place one year after the Reaper War. The Shepard Initiative is an organization built by the survivors of the galaxy and aims to rebuild the galactic community. Our Shepard is played by myself; she had a mostly paragon run where Ashley died, the Council was saved, Anderson became a Councilor, she romanced Kaidan in 1, Garrus in 2 & 3, none of the crew or team died in the suicide mission, cured the Genophage after Mordin sacrificed himself, made peace between the Quarians and the Geth, and chose the synthesis ending. Except, Shepard managed to survive the synthesis. How? Who knows, but you can pry her out of my cold dead hands. Currently, she is in a coma, and thus will not be used in the roleplay for now.

There are opportunities to roleplay at any location in the galaxy but the main storyline will primarily take place in Shepard Initiative Station, a massive space station/ship that is a mobile vessel for the project. It houses people who work for the Shepard Initiative and the supplies they will need.

We are currently looking for OCs to fill the roles of the Initiative's leadership. Each species will have one representative each. So that means there is a representative for the Asari, Turians, Humans, Krogan, Salarians, Quarians, Drell, Hanar, Volus, Elcor, Batarians, and Geth. Along with OCs, we have almost every canon character available for claiming.

This is a literate RP server, meaning we prefer detailed and well-written posts. If your writing skill is below this, this might not be the best server for you.

https://discord.gg/DvxrhCYfBP

9 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

Mass Effect Andromeda RP

In the year 2185, humanity lives in a golden era of interstellar travel. Our discovery of ancient alien ruins on Mars propelled our understanding of science and technology ahead by thousands of years. While many now enjoy the newfound freedom and challenges of exploration in the Milky Way, others looked to even more distant stars. For the hundred thousand adventurers embarking on this one-way voyage, the future began in Andromeda.

And when many awoke to chaos and death, they feared their daring dream had turned to an ill-thought-out nightmare. But then the Pathfinder came to them. Not the one who was intended for the role, but instead someone who fell into it. Despite their shaky beginning, they rose to the challenge: making a home out of ruined worlds and peace out of genocide.

Ryder made Heleus live through Meridan, but while they killed the Archon, the Kett threat still exists. The challenge now is to hold on to what they have, and make even more. While work continues in Heleus, eyes turn to other clusters. The secrets of the Jaardan, the missing Ark Keelah'Siyah, and the threat of the Kett are all out there, ready to be discovered. Will you stay in Heleus and help the Initiative thrive, or will you chase the unknown?

This roleplay is a mix of open-world exploration and writing and a main plot that is still in the works. Whatever idea you have for Heleus or beyond, we can make it happen here- within reason, of course. Do you want to interact with the Tempest crew? How about the Angara or the Kett in Heleus? Do you want to find the Ark Keelah'Siyah? Explore beyond Heleus to discover the secrets of Andromeda? Ask, and we shall make it so.

Ryder is currently available, though the standards for a Ryder OC are higher than normal OC applications. OCs are welcomed and all canon characters are available for claiming. This is a literate RP server, meaning we prefer detailed and well-written posts. If your writing skill is below this, this might not be the best server for you.

https://discord.gg/m8zrPfEhBG

13 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

Okay so about Lin being cast as Hermes

I like Lin, he’s a decent enough actor and his musicals are pretty good, but I just don’t feel like he fits Hermes.

Now Nathan Fillion, HE fit Hermes. I don’t know why- probably because I loved Castle as a kid- but he has always been my personal favorite actor for Hermes. I kind of wish they had used him instead.

But I’ll stay open-minded. If he sings though, I’m out.

14 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

Betrayal of a Lover

Happy Holidays @gelatingem! I was your Secret Santa for the @d20exchange! So sorry for the late posting, my schedule has been hectic lately. I decided to write a ficlet featuring CalAmethar, from Calroy's POV during the Safe Harbor episode and the notorious rampart scene and For Candia Part Two, as well as an "after-credits" scene of sorts. I hope you enjoy it! <3 Calroy thought his plans were ruined after Amethar escaped Comida. But then a messenger bird arrived, reporting the arrival of the former royal family in Port Syrup. Things were back on track, but he needed to move quickly. Place the proper bait, alert the right people, and put on his best pants. And then, there he was. The former king of Candia. Amethar the Unfallen. His lover.

Amethar immediately lights up when he sees Calroy. He ignores how his heart flutters when their eyes meet. The candy rock man laughs as he says, Got some pants. Now, those are some pants.”

“Well, I've had to upgrade in the absence of Candia's greatest fighter.” Calroy says, choking up at the end of his words. He makes sure not to overdo it. Amethar was as dull as a hammer when it came to subterfuge, but the others- especially the new man who seems familiar in a haunting way- might be better at picking up on this. Amethar immediately moves into his space, placing a hand on Calroy’s shoulder and saying, “Oh Bulb, Cal, no.”

They embrace, and Calroy can practically feel Caramelinda’s eyes boring holes into the back of his skull. He never understood why Caramelinda hated his relationship with Amethar; she had Sir Amanda Maillard, after all. But, in this instance, her anger was justifiable. Once he pulls away from Amethar, Calroy begins the dance.

A joke here, advice there, silence in-between. It’s a dance he knows well, and tonight, it will crescendo. Caramelinda wants to speak with Amethar in private, so Calroy suggests that he and Cumulous- another hiccup in the plan, but not a major one- explore the castle and see if the monk can awaken any arcane fortifications. Calroy is careful to avoid the castle areas where his men are preparing.

After some time, Cumulous and Calroy part, and the swashbuckler heads to Amethar’s chambers. A familiar path, no matter where he is coming from. His mind drifts to the first night Amethar had invited him to his chambers. Well, invited wasn’t the right word. It was more like a heated tumble down the hall and into his bed. After that, Calroy saw much more of the king’s chambers, and the queen spent more and more time in her own. Speak of the Hungry One, Calroy passes by Caramelinda in the hall. She doesn’t even look at him. Entering the bedchamber, Calroy winces and asks, “Oooh. Bad time? Good time?”

“Anytime.” Amethar replies numbly. Calroy lets out a heavy sigh as he says, “Well, instead of being in the place where your wife will come back to go to sleep and maybe make you feel terrible some more, let's, I don't know, wanna go take a shit in a field? In all honesty, the ramparts of the castle need some tending to, and I think we should talk about what we do if Sir Maillard fails to hold them at the Cola River.”

Amethar agrees, and they head off to ramparts. The dance partners are lined up now. Calroy looks out at the tents amassed below as they walk across the ancient ramparts. He’s surprised Amethar doesn’t notice the Ceresian tents. Then again, he certainly wasn’t the sharpest rock in the family.

“Look at all those tents. Like 20 years of peace just flew by, huh?” Calroy remarks. Amethar chuckles and replies, almost wistfully, “I guess so. Right back to where we started.”

“I guess so.” Calroy says. He starts to go for the dagger, but Amethar speaks up again and asks gently, “Cal… are you mad at me too? Because of… Catherine?”

His hand moves away from his belt, and Calroy shifts to stand in front of Amethar as he asks, “Of course not. Why would I?”

Amethar answers, a bit surprised, “Because we love each other.”

Calroy smiles and leans up to press a kiss on Amethar’s lips, one hand on his chest and the other moving to hold his waist. Amethar returns the kiss passionately, his mouth conveying his longing for Calroy, just how much he had missed him, and how sorry he was for abandoning him. After a heated moment, Calroy parts with Amethar and says, “Oh Amethar… I don’t love you.”

With one swift movement, Calroy stabs Amethar in the back with his water steel dagger, pulling him closer as he did, just to ensure the paralysis kicked in. Feeling Amethar stiffen, Calroy removes the dagger and steps away as he says, “You know what I always hated about you, Amethar? You were so damned lucky. I mean, fifth in line for the throne, and the crown rests on your head. And each of your sisters better and more-” he stabs Amethar in the gut as he enunciates, - “clever than you. It really makes the unfortunate minor lord of a less than wealthy barony feel… a little underwhelming. And sure, I bedded my way to a position of power, but everyone in court sees me as the Royal Consort. How do you think that feels? I have so much talent, so many abilities, but you know what everyone first thinks when they see me? “Oh, there’s the king’s right-hand man. His paramour. His…””

Calroy stops himself, his teeth grinding in his jaw. So much anger, bottled away for so long. But he needed to remain composed. It would be unseemly to step on his partner’s toes. He took a moment to enjoy the look in Amethar’s eyes- he couldn’t precisely express himself beyond that- it was heartbreak and shock, plain and simple. Eventually, he finds his voice again and says, “Oh, I'll say your sisters were a little bit less lucky. The least lucky thing that ever happened to Rococoa was when she found out that I was selling weapons to the Ceresians. That, that had to be dealt with-” Amethar’s eyes were filled with rage now, as Calroy expected- “and I think you'll remember how strange it was that she was found riddled with arrows so far behind our own lines! But that's war, and strange things happen all the time. Ceresians, I find, are very reasonable. Very reasonable. And you can see some of their tents out here in the field.”

He points to the field, and Amethar’s eyes dart towards it and widen as he sees the tents. It all begins to sink in, and the music speeds up. Calroy continues, “You know, I don't have luck, so I have to work. I have to work a lot. First, I had to put the little cheese boy onto the scent of the Duchess Coldbottle, and I had to ferry his idiot sailors all the way up the Sucrosi Road to that little farmhouse, I mean, had to get them there somehow, they couldn't sail there, could they? And they would be so suspicious walking up the road. And yet, you miraculously survived when you should have died! Amethar the Unfallen! You uncharacteristically leave a fight; you jump out of the ring rather than trying to behead that carrot. And they call the tournament, even with all the work that me and Alfredi put into getting those water steel daggers into her hands! I… I thought I was going to fail.

And then… And then your friend Manta Ray Jack mentioned a girl at the banquet stashed somewhere in the Dairy Islands, and I thought, that's so interesting. Amethar loves me, doesn’t he? Why would he never tell me? And I got to thinking, Amethar was never quiet about his exploits as a roving Prince of Candia- present company excluded- so why didn't I hear about this girl? And I thought I'd better talk with Manta Ray Jack. He didn't want to talk, but a few fingers and pints of blood later we remembered your sister's book, very useful your sister, very useful indeed, up until a young Belizabeth Brassica ordered her run down in the street by Vegetanian knights. That hurt because she had always been very sweet to me.

Well, after Manta Ray, we saw an opportunity. You know, it hurts to have all of your plans fail, but they say that improvisation is the better part of planning, so I was happy to take advantage of that opportunity when it presented itself, Amethar. I’ve worked hard, and I’ve sacrificed so much, it’s time for my dividends to pay up. All that’s left to do is clean up your mess.”

He moves Amethar- not an easy task, mind you- so his back is to the rampart, and he faces Calroy. As he looks at the face of his former lover, Calroy sees tears falling from his eyes, despite the rage held in them. Indulging his worst instincts, Calroy presses one last chaste kiss to Amethar’s lips, telling him, “Don’t take it personally, dear. It’s just politics.”

Reaching down to pull Amethar’s legs up and hoist him over the rampart, Calroy muses, “I wonder if they'll call you Amethar the Unfallen after this. Here's to a future you can't ruin.”

And with one big heave, the former King of Candia falls from his castle rampart. Calroy watches him for a moment- he should wait, make sure he dies, but part of him doesn’t want to watch that. Instead, he leaves to find Caramelinda and others loyal to the Rocks. The night was hardly over, but the dance had finished at last.

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They weren’t winning this battle. Calroy knew this, and thankfully, he had prepared for this. His status and power were assured; he just needed to get out. But as he ran across the ramparts towards the secret exit that would lead to his escape, an obstacle places himself in his way. The monk, Cumulous, appears in front of Calroy, who turns to run. And suddenly, he sees him. Amethar, his armor covered in blood and gore, and a look of cold, steely rage on his face.

Gone was the soft look of love. Gone was the sadness, the despair of betrayal. With just one look, Calroy knew that whatever love Amethar might have kept for him died along with Jet. Quietly, in a reserved tone Calroy had rarely heard before, Amethar says- no, commands, “What's the last part of my title? Say it.”

“Amethar.” Calroy says, uncharacteristically struggling to find the words. Amethar asks again, “What's the last part of my title?”

“You-” Calroy starts to say but is cut off by the same command, “Say the last part of my title.”

Before he can speak, Cumulous kicks Calroy in the back of the knees, forcing him to bow. He takes a moment, then lifts his head to look Amethar in the eyes as he says, “Amethar… the Unfallen.”

And in an instance, Calroy draws his sword and leaps at Amethar, slashing him deeply across the chest. But a second too late, Calroy realizes he has made a grave error. He looks to his former lover one last time as the king raises Payment Day. Calroy sees the heartbreak in Amethar’s eyes, not just for the daughter he failed, but for the lover he lost to his greed and lust for power. Calroy whispers, “I’m sorry.”

And then Amethar brings Payment Day down, and the world goes black.

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My #1 post of 2022

I have a feeling we’re getting Billy back… but not in the way we wanted…

118 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

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the-everwanderer · 5 years

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never-ending survey: Aslaug

RULES: Repost, do not reblog. Tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @vysaldhe | @violet-warder thank you both!!!

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!!

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Aslaug Eklund

NICKNAME : The everwanderer

AGE : Appears ealry 80s, actual age [REDACTED].

BIRTHDAY : 16th sun of the 1st umbral moon

ETHNIC GROUP : Viera (Rava)

NATIONALITY : [REDACTED]

LANGUAGE / S : Common, bits and pieces of Mol dialect, [REDACTED], [REDACTED].

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : ?????

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : ?????

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Taken?

HOME TOWN / AREA : [REDACTED].

CURRENT HOME : A cosy cottage in the middle of nowhere.

PROFESSION : Herbalist, witch, spirit watcher.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Black with grey streaks.

EYES : Bright amber.

FACE : Expressive, with tired eyes.

LIPS : Average size, often left their natural colour.

COMPLEXION : Black.

BLEMISHES :None.

SCARS : None.

TATTOOS : Four dots on their forehead.

HEIGHT : 6′2″

WEIGHT : Average.

BUILD : slender

FEATURES : A pale tipped nose, full length ears with thick fur that flop down.

ALLERGIES : None.

USUAL HAIR STYLE : Left natural to grow long and thick, parted down the middle leaving long flowing and bushy hair to frame their face.

USUAL FACE LOOK : Sharp diagonal lines accompanied by an elongated and pointed kite under both eyes, a pointed kite pared with a sharp arrow painted onto their nose.

USUAL CLOTHING : Commonly traditional attire accompanied by an old wooden carved mask, old satchel and a long ornate wood staff.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : [REDACTED]

ASPIRATION / S : To live a free and carefree life.

POSITIVE TRAITS : Determined, resourceful, nurturing.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : Manipulative, crafty, mysterious, blunt.

MBTI : ENTP-A (Debater)

ZODIAC : Oschon (Virgo)

TEMPERAMENT : Phlegmatic and chaotic.

SOUL TYPE / S : Thinker.

ANIMALS : Deer.

VICE HABIT / S : .

FAITH : More spiritual than religious, they are animist and have been ever since they could talk.

GHOSTS ? : Of course there are.

AFTERLIFE ? : If there is one they haven’t seen it.

REINCARNATION ? : Well of course there is how would [REDACTED].

ALIENS ? : Hmm sure...

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : They have no interest in politics but, they will push things to be more interesting for them.

EDUCATION LEVEL : Common education, with teachings passed down from their mother of tradition and [REDACTED]

FAMILY.

FATHER : Lini.

MOTHERS : Hel.

SIBLINGS : [REDACTED].

EXTENDED FAMILY : Potentially quite a few but they have never met any.

NAME MEANING / S : Eklund, oak grove.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : No.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : Dusty old tomes, cheesy romantic novels.

DEITY : None.

HOLIDAY : Moonfire Faire/All Saints Wake.

MONTH : October.

SEASON : Autumn.

PLACE : Where ever the beast tamer roams.

WEATHER : Hazy, rainy days.

SOUND / S : The turning of pages from an old book.

SCENT / S : Musky books, herbs, wet dog, decay.

TASTE / S : Fresh herbs.

FEEL / S : Furs, dried herds, silk, tree bark.

ANIMAL / S : Birds, stags.

NUMBER : 18

COLORS : Autumnal, plum, mossy green.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Surviving, botany, wood carving, [REDACTED].

BAD AT : Losing, organisation, ect.

TURN ONS : Women - soft lips, strong, humorous, strong willed, independent, [REDACTED].

TURN OFFS : Carelessness, ignorance, weak willed, the weak.

HOBBIES :Wood carving, alchemy, reading, botany.

TROPES : The corrupter, eccentric mentor, enigmatic empowering entity, herald, magical barefooter, seeker archetype, ect.

QUOTES : “There are many doors, you just need to know how to open them.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1 : The wrong door, (a working tittle). A dark tale of old gods, cryptids and the manipulation, discomfort of life.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2 : Dark folk gothic, with a whimsically eerie harpsichord.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3 : I wanted another cryptid that felt otherworldly and that you never really know what they want or what their motive is, and with the new realise of Viera and finding out they are heavily inspired by old norse then well I just had to do it.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4 : Their dark and cryptic nature, they know more then they are letting on but will they help and let you know whats going on? most likely no, cus they want to see how it all ends. And that, that is something that I find fascinating about them.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : The lengths they will go to mess with someones life, its not always done with a kind heart. Sometimes its done for a toxic and evil nature, and that can lead to such devastating change or destruction.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6 : We both like to watch the world go by and see how things turn out.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7 : They would most likely try and manipulate my life, for the better? or the worse? who knows.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : I haven’t actually rped with them yet...but I have plotted with a few people and talking with someone we came up with some interesting headcanons with their character. So what I’m really saying is, if you want to rp with a very creepy old norse witch that will most likely curse you or fuck up your life...hit me up?

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : The supernatural, old Norse myths, animism, cryptids, ect.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : I had to do two so around about 3 hours...

#ffxiv #ff14 #character meme #Aslaug Eklund

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