#SPLITPATHS

[she-had-many-names]

he takes the paper and smiles at it, something to keep his hopes up

*spin*

Alright!

Im ready to kick some nightmare ass

-lance/Raina

TWO ROOMS LEFT

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE PARTY MEMBERS?

[she-had-many-names]

TAGSLIST:

MAIN GROUP PROCEEDS: MAINPLOT

MAIN GROUP DECISION: SPLITPATHS

RESCUE GROUP PROCEEDS: SIDEQUEST

RESCUE GROUP DECISION: CHEESE

RANDOM ASKS: WHAT DO I TAG THIS

THE EPIC DUNGEON POST

ALRIGHT! HERE WE GO!

Her blog (@she-has-many-names) will function as our main/GM blog for this. You may use your own and such, but any major castle events, room descriptions, etc. will happen on her blog. 

The dungeon will work as such: I will give you Arthur’s map, which is based on what the castle looked like the last time he was there. It may be…somewhat outdated. I will have my own, slightly more…detailed version.

Each room will present you with a challenge, which comes in many varieties. It may be a puzzle, a group of enemies, or even a mini boss. Be aware that Her knowledge of your characters runs deep, so these challenges may become somewhat personal. Be even more aware that certain rooms/bosses can place limits on your party members. 

Your goal is simple: get to the throne room on the 2nd floor. Then face her. 

The turquoise circles on the map are items and such, which could be very useful later. Generally you’ll have to balance your pathfinding around whether or not you think these items are worth it. Generally, I will try to make them worth the risk, cool descriptions included.

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT: Party mechanics. Each mod gets one unit, although each unit may have more than one character. (Ex: Raina and Lance are a unit, Northeast is a unit). You will build your party yourselves. Keep in mind that your party should be balanced and able to work together. 

The pink circles are checkpoints, which can be visited multiple times. This is where you swap party members and are safe areas. Note that checkpoints may be in rooms with challenges, only properly functioning once the challenge is cleared.

I will not give much in the way of hints or anything, although one party member will be one of my characters. Their advice will be entirely in-character, so don’t take what my characters say as advice from me, only their words.

Best of luck!

[rainworldroompoll]

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 292.2 R5

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 291.2 winner!

splitpath

[cliff-and-the-kid]

Distraction Prelude

(So I wrote Distraction for a whumptober prompt, with Cliffjumper stressing about Bumblebee immediately post-Tyger Pax, and thanks to @alacrityabound I'm now working on the actual 'Cliff finds Bee' extra angsty bit. And in the spirit of giving or whatever, here! Have a first installment while I jot down the rest!)

The battlefield’s gone quiet.

Not that it was technically a battle-field as such - mostly a bunch of individual Autobots scattered across the city, making noise, then dropping and driving like Pit while the Decepticons swatted back. Mostly small bursts of blasterfire, a few exploding rockets, up until the Cons flew a final strafing run over the whole of Tyger Pax and dropped whatever ordinance they didn’t want to bother carrying back to Kaon.

That’s over and done with. A few chemical fires are still burning, but the rubble’s settled, smoke’s mostly cleared, and pockets of silence can be found here and there.

Cliffjumper creeps from one to another, sensor suite stretched as far as he can manage.

He’s, technically, not supposed to still be out here. Everyone who participated in the shout-and-run distractions is slated for a full day cycle of off-shift recovery time; at least those who aren’t stuck on berthrest from repairs. Or dead. But there was a name missing from the list of known survivors and casualties, and Cliff isn’t inclined to leave Tyger Pax until he finds the bot who goes with that name.

No matter how much his comm line buzzes with blocked, incoming transmissions.

Scowling, and internally grumbling, Cliffjumper nonetheless keeps his steps silent as he eases around another wrecked tower, pausing in its shadow to peer across an open area. There’s a hole at the other end; something that might have started as an impact crater, before getting dug deeper. Trails of spilled energon lead up to the edges, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess there’s a bunch of greyed-out frames heaped at the bottom.

Sharp static spits across his comm, and a voice makes it through Cliff’s block. ::Cliffjumper! Frag it, Cliff, answer me!::

A soft sigh seeps out of his vents. “Little busy, Splits.”

::You’re not supposed to be:: his boss groans, quieter after getting a response. ::For Cybertron’s sake, Cliff, get back to the staging ground, we’re pulling out soon!::

“I’ll catch up,” he mutters back, tapping the side of his audial to try and stop the faint tink-tink noise that’s started. “Or I’ll head to that medical outpost, hitch a ride with them tomorrow.”

Splitpath groans again. ::Cliffjumper...::

“Yeah, you don’t gotta say it, the chances aren’t great.” But if Cliff leaves without doing a full sweep, then the chances become zero, and that is not acceptable. He intends to add more, but pauses to scowl and rub at both audials. The tinking’s getting worse.

...the tinking isn’t coming from his audio systems.

::I can’t sign off on this:: Splitpath warns him. ::Which means I can’t send anyone out to save your aft if you get in trouble::

“I won’t,” Cliffjumper answers faintly, attention leaving the conversation behind as he scans the area again. Nothing stands out, nothing draws attention. His optics, reluctantly, drag towards the open pit. “Gotta go. I’ll check in later.”

::You’d better-!::

He disconnects before his boss can finish, easing over to a line of smashed rubble. There’s no cover all the way to the hole, but he makes use of drifting cloud cover as much as possible. Side-stepping a couple of smeared energon trails, Cliffjumper makes it all the way to the edge of the sharp drop without getting spotted or shot by any lingering Cons, so that’s a plus.

Even fully expecting the sight below, though, he still nearly purges his tanks.

They’re just... So wrecked. Autobot frames torn apart, expressions caught in agony at the moment of death. Some of the dark frames are intact, but stripped of armor, full of deep punctures and marred by jagged wounds. The source of the tink-tink is revealed, too, which just makes Cliff feel even worse. One of the last frames dropped in lies half atop another, doorwings disconnected from their joints and hanging by wires alone to drape and dangle - even as he watches, one of them sways and taps against an arm sticking up from the pile below. Tink-tink.

Cliffjumper isn’t a newspark or a freshpaint by any means, he’s seen plenty of awful things in this war and then some. But the heap of deceased and mutilated scouts, none of them killed cleanly, let alone quickly, it just- it’s awful in a way few things can match. Especially that frame on top, with doorwings the same shape-

The same shape as-

As-

...no.

Cliffjumper doesn’t notice his hydraulics losing pressure. Doesn’t realize he’s dropped to his knees, dangerously close to toppling over the pit’s edge. His focus lies squarely on that darkened frame, armor almost completely stripped away, what little remained burned and flayed and devoid of color in the shadows- but the doorwings, the slagged wheels, that helm shape-!

“Bee.”

[grayclawthegreat]

A piece of my newer OC Splitpath! She’s the mate of my other OC Poppybrook (will show her after I get her icon finished!)

Interactions are welcome, still learning my way around tumblr again! Let me know who your favorite warrior cat OCs are!!! 💕

[fatestains]

ø - for saeran

               [OUTGOING SMS] where the fuck are you.               [OUTGOING SMS] i swear to god you bitch, if you’re not back in ten minutes i’m going to beat you black and blue.                [OUTGOING SMS] are you trying to fucking run away from me? i’m going to kill you. i’ll kill you and everyone you ever cared about. fucking bitch, you’re dead. i’ll hunt you down and make you pay if you don’t fucking come back right now. / answered for @splitpaths.

[apricifate]

                 “  Do you come here often? Or does tonight happen to be my lucky night?  “

Cheeks flushing a light rose color while extending a hand out to invite her in just close enough to give the other girl a more playful twirl. So, this was the one who would change it all? The reason for the return of such parties that she missed quite a bit. It was nice, refreshing even, to see some familiar faces and even some new ones. Though for now? Aillah’s eyes would remain lock and loaded on the planner in front of her. Playful giggles escape while she leads the dance to the music playing in the background. 

“  My brother who was also invited is busy with boring business talk, so it’s fun being able to loosen up with someone here!  “  she gestures to the male figure dressed in his own suit, standing tall with a glass of champagne in hand. He seemed deep into whatever conversation he had been having with the group of professional-looking guys, more than likely talking some business tactic or something completely boring that she’d care less for. 

@splitpaths​ pressed that ♥ for a starter  !!

[she-had-many-names]

MAIN GROUP

[rainworldroompoll]

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 302 R5

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 301 winners!

[workspresso-blog]

------ DETERMINED FINGERS TYPE on her keyboard into the chat, currently only her and Jiae are present in the room. A silly argument she and Yoosung have had moments ago, she would much prefer it to be settled so Yoosung could see that juvenile arguments would only result in losses. Thus, taking a sip of her cup of warm chamomile tea, Jaehee hits send.

[ JAEHEE ] Jiae. [ JAEHEE ] I am glad to see that you are here. [ JAEHEE ] ...Do you think pineapples belong on pizza? 

@splitpaths / starter call. 

[resetgod]

we’re safe now. you’re safe now. ( please end me, rowan. TAKE ME OUT OF THIS WORLD. )

☆ ❞ ( @splitpaths��)

                        He’s  s h a k i n g . He’s  shaking,  this  temple  of  a  body  crumbling  onto  holy ground  with  hardly  anymore than  a quiet  Hail  Mary  whispered  through  trembling  lips.  Hymns  are  choking  his  airways  as  this  body  desperately  grasps  to  take  hold  of  some  belief  to  keep  him  grounded.  He’s  eight  years  old  and  the  world  is  dark  and  horrifying,  monsters  in  the  shapes  of  mothers  and  fathers  lurking  in  the  shadows  of  his  vision.  He’s  eight  years  old  and  the  tears  flow  without  permission  onto  the  pretty  skirt  of  the  girl  that  had  moved  in  next  door. 

                       She  cradles  his  head  in  her  lap  and  gentle,  delicate  fingers  comb  through  hair  that  had  not  been  brushed  in  longer  than  he  could  remember. He  cringes  with  each  stroke  but  she  does  not   pull  nor  yell  in  his  face.  She  does  not  wish  him  gone  and  for  a  moment  he  is  safe  here.  Fists  and  claws  cannot  reach  him  behind  this  willow  tree,  so  much  that  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  Saeyoung  fears  he  has  been  gone  too  long  and  the  demons  will  find  another  to  prey  on.  A  whimper  escapes  and  an  innocent  fist  balls  into  the  hem  of  her  skirt  as  one  of  her  fingers  catches  one  of  the  many  russet  tangles. 

                       His  spine  cracks  under  the  weight  of  these  tattered  wings  and  his  temples  bleed  from  the  twisted  metal  of  his  halo,  but  he  looks  to  her  and  she  is  whole.  Even  God  must  have  smiled  when  she  was  born,  angels  rejoicing  to  find  another  one  of  their  own.  She  was  not  ragged  and  broken  like  him.  Unwanted  child  to  be  locked  away  into  the  dark.  Stained  glass  eyes  flutter  to  a  soft  close,  breathing  deeply  to  contain  the  fear  conditioned  to  his  blood.  

                                                                           ❝ Please don’t leave me ❞

[moraeshigae-blog]

05.

minji’s ‘ride-or-die’, so to speak, is jiae. she feels an innate closeness to the other girl, a sisterly bond. an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness comes over minji whenever she is with jiae and she takes it upon herself to make sure that jiae is taken care of. being aware of jiae and her relationship with her family, minji and her parents take measures to keep an eye on jiae and jiwoo. this feeling of protection and need to watch over stems from minji’s desire for those she holds dear to be comfortable and tended to with utmost care. jiae is someone that minji holds dear to her heart and takes it personally when something happens to her.

[she-had-many-names]

CHARACTER SELECT 2

PLEASE CHOOSE 1 UNOCCUPIED CHARACTER EACH

If you have no available characters (Star mod, Xeya, Kumo), you will keep the same ones.

[rainworldroompoll]

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 265 R3

This is not single elimination! Every room with at least 10.0% vote will move on to the next round.

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 264.1 and 264.2 winners!

[moraeshigae-blog]

“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”

                           dream daddy. ⟶  accepting.

        “jiae!” she squeals at the confession. minji is struggling to finish up her paperwork before leaving with jiae to the bar. of all the people who has a sudden desire to leave, it has to be jiae. they were supposed to go and check out a venue for the wedding, and yet here they were, jiae refusing to get up off of minji’s floor. sure, their late lunch was sitting fresh in their stomachs, but minji was desperate. before she gets cold feet, she decided to decide quick on a venue and book it A.S.A.P. rather than wait around.

        “you said we’re going! that means get up!” minji got on her knees, pulling at the other girl’s arm. “oof! you’re so heavy-- get up! i’m gonna strain my back... jiae... jiae, please!” at this point, minji  was whining (annoying even herself with her pleading.) giving up and falling onto her back, she turned to look at jiae and shoved a hand into her face.

       “if i end up becoming an old maid because of you-- i’m ruining your wedding, anniversary, and baby shower. i can’t believe you barely even lifted a finger and won this round.” poor girl, too weak to drag her friend out of the house. another day gone to waste, another day lost in preparing for probably the most important moment of their lives.

[eyesofwater]

WRITER AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what relates.

JOHN KEATS.   the lavender in sunsets.   flowers in the rain.   sunlight slipping through clouds.   lazy summer afternoons.   the heavy scent of musk.   flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books.   fireflies on a cool summer night.   being wrapped in fresh bed sheets. the ache of wanting what you can never have.  dripping sunlight like gold.  loving someone so exquisite.   soft lips and soft whispers.   fingers through hair. names of lovers carved in trees.  broken glass.   the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   mahogany wood.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars.  the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog.   empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room.   pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness.   cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol.   a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered.   a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day. the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment.  your favourite sweater.   parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing.   the contrast of blood against snow.   a purple split lip oozing blood.  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin.   the butterflies of falling in love for the first time.   the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries.   the romanticisation of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.   the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future.   decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there.  the way not even light can escape a black hole.  the rich smell of old books.   delicate veins in the wrist.   ghosts filling lungs.   shattered bones.   raindrops on the tongue.  rusting metal.  nostalgia that aches.  the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave.   pouring rain and mud.   a child’s fear of the dark.  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean. the silence of three a.m.   danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house.   the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain.   unexplainable phenomena,   strange lights in the sky in the dead of night.   ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain. travels without a destination. those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory.   screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive.   coffee shops late at night.   car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark.   naps spent in the sun.   novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins.  the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders.  ignoring flaws and loving life.   wind through hair. depression as fog in the brain.  impossible ideals. a quiet sunrise.   walks alone.   when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe.   dazzling people.   open lands stretching out into infinity.   falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.   the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog.   hollow bones.   a preserved heart held in hands.   twinkling stars above an old graveyard.   the way everything turns to dust.   silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom.   self-inflicted flames.  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse.   death as bricks in the heart.   lips barely brushing against each other.   glassy glazed eyes.   biting into a lemon.   heart-shaped bruises.  rotting flowers on a grave.   dried blood and spilled liquor. the hush of dusk when it begins raining.   the intimacy of a secret.

tagged by.    @ciircumserpent and @oraflamme tagging.  @undinaes , @splitpaths , @deiforme, @gardenof , @arachnyd , @faulterd , @reapdeath, @edenfled , @lucifure