#there is something beautiful in recieving a rp reply

[dangaer]

the inhernt feeling of being known during roleplay.

[apotomelimma]

You’re cool! You’ve stopped replying though to me and Idk if I did something or you got bored? You’re a great writer tho!

you are very lucky that i didn’t answer this at fuck ass in the morning and took time to cool down to think a response over. as everyone knows, i am pigeon, i do my thing and on occasion i do quick responses when i have time. now two things should have happened here.

you could have messaged me off anon, i would have civiliy replied with on eof a few things. that you’re already in my q something i do to keep my blog activity up as well as to not be overhwlmed with drafts when i do get the opportunity to get online or that hey maybe i missed your response and didnt draft it because tumblr fucked up or i forgot to add it to my drafts or maybe i lost interest because i couldn’t figure out what to write next

now for the other thing. as a beautiful bisexual singer once said, i don’t owe you a god damn thing. my time is extremely valuable. i don’t get a lot of it to myself. i work quite a lot and am preparing to take a second job {for the last two years i have been working two or three at a time until it took a severe and i mean severe down turn}. roleplaying is something i just recently took up again which means i do it when i want to. this is not a job. this is suppose to be fun. 

there is etiquette, mostly unsaid about this replies stuff. you just don’t say anything like for example message someone directly about declining to rp with them because you just don’t want to {DON’T DO IT} it just makes people feel bad. that and give it some time to recieve some. some people don’t have a lot of free time. if you have free time, the rule of thumb is to allow a week or two. then message, honestly with me because of my q, allow more time i have replies scheduled even for a month in advance. 

sometimes like with my darling @lifeslines or even @misshclly or so you’ll see a lot more because they’re my lovelies and i LOVE THEM to absolute pieces. 

the reason this is so god damn length is because i want to say one thing. my time is valuable, this is not a job, this is for enjoyment something my depressed ass doesn’t have often. so please, message me directly and i’ll attempt to be civil, but i’ll let you know i was pissed to get this this morning. my real life comes before anything, that includes taking care of me & my needs. 

[doomfisthero]

Peace Talks - The Family

And lastly, the fourth and final Peace Talk RP that Matty and I did together - in which the Rangers reunite for a very special day, and Keaton is reminded once again that he is loved. Enjoy!

Lizbeth fidgeted in her seat, holding on to her present for Keaton. It was a big day- more than big, monumental! Stupendous! Monumentous, even! It was Keaton's eighteenth birthday, and on top of that, Thuban had recently recieved a letter that he told all of the other members of the Rangers was Keaton's acceptance letter to Mazura System University, Lizbeth, Felipe, and Champ's alma mater. Liz had squealed in glee when she heard, and immediately set out to buy Keaton a present. She'd even consulted with Chancellor Metzer, the school's head honcho, to get him this! 

"Ze'ev, when's he gonna get here?" she asked impatiently of the person sitting nearest to her in the Asclepius's main lounge, tapping her feet and holding her wrapped package tightly. "I can't wait!" 

"Thuban said that he and the rest of the Chuan family are intercepting him at the door and leading him here," Ze'ev replied, fidgeting with his own present. "I'm having so much trouble waiting myself, I haven't seen my sunshine bear in so long!"

As if heeded by his boyfriend's words, Keaton wandered into the lounge, flanked by his brothers on his left, his sister on his right, and his father behind them all. He smiled - a genuine, heartfelt smile - and waved. "Hey, everyone! It's been a while!"

"Keaton!" cried Shaula with glee, standing up to embrace him tightly. "By the scorching suns of Parrthix, it's been far too long!" 

"We've all missed you a super duper bunch, Blueberry Bear!" Solomon chimed in, flashing finger-guns at the Sky Blue Ranger. 

"What he said," chuckled Seph, who was setting the dining table with a full-course meal that included all of Keaton's favorite dishes. "Happy birthday, Keaton! You're eighteen now- how's it feel?" 

Rasalhague acknowledged Keaton with a slow nod and a smile. "We truly have missed you, Keaton," he said, affection coloring his voice. "I believe you would like to greet your romantic partner?" 

"I sure know I do!" Ze'ev confirmed. He set his gift down and got up, rushing to hold his lover tightly. "It's so, so good to see you again, Keaty!"

Keaton chuckled and hugged his wolf back, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Yeah, you too, puppy," he murmured. "How's your family doing? You guys having some good talks?" He looked over his boyfriend's shoulder at the spread of presents, people, and food. "And Seph, to answer your question, I'm feeling alright right now." It was true. On the Asclepius, with all of the people he loved the most surrounding him - for the first time in a while, Keaton couldn't say that things weren't alright. "Eighteen...doesn't feel that much different right now. A lot like before...maybe a little calmer, I guess? A little more focused on what's before me? I mean, I'm going to college, so that's something new to look forward to."

"My family is fine!" Ze'ev broke the hug and smiled earnestly. "They're all so relieved that I'm okay, and we're all sorting out how to be a family again, after the kidnapping and the... whole delinquent thing." 

Seph grinned. "Good to know, kid. You're doing great." 

"Yeah! You're heading to our college!" Lizbeth burst out, beaming. She approached Keaton, and held out her present. "This is for you, Keaton! I got Chancellor Metzer to help me get it, I hope you like it!" 

"Lizbeth, we all got presents for him, don't try to monopolize it!" chuckled Shaula. She cocked her head slightly, turning to Keaton. "Would you like to take a look at our gifts first, or would you prefer to eat?"

"Uh, I don't want to leave the food sitting, and it's better hot anyway, so I'd like to eat!" Keaton exclaimed.

"Alright, sit down and buen provecho!" Seph allowed him to eat, and everyone sat down for a hearty, filling meal. It took some time, given that the Yellow Ranger had cooked a lot, but eventually, it was demolished by ten eager mouths (and Solomon's eager food-metabolism compartment), and Ze'ev patted his belly- he'd eaten the most out of everyone. 

"That was great!" he announced, before turning again to his boyfriend. "Just like old times, huh, cuddle bear?" he asked.

Keaton's smile hadn't left his face, but at that moment, it grew bright enough to eclipse the sun. "Y-yeah, like old times. It's perfect," he said. Something bubbled in the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to wipe it away.

Keaton's heart leaped as he turned the key, and hummed along as the song began to play - a happy piano rendition of "A Beautiful Day". Though it had been months since that day, he still remembered the lyrics - his lyrics - perfectly. That had been...an emotional day, a day of sudden realizations, but it had helped him open up to his family, and he was getting better every day now. 

 "Thanks, you two! I love it!" Keaton breathed, clutching it to his chest and feeling pinpricks of water splash onto his hand. He'd been hoping to hold them in until at least the presents were all unwrapped, but maybe this way was better.

"Woooo, he liked it, he liked it!"Solomon did one of his odd little victory dances. "You're super duper ally-ooper welcome, Keeto!" 

"And there's more where that came from." Indeed, there were- a book of plays from Thuban, a cookbook of Italian recipes from Seph, a Scorpian royal cloak from Shaula (who proclaimed that it was "made by hand from the finest fabric of the Scorpius system!"), a scrapbook from Champ and Felipe (the first few pages already with photos of the Nebula Nine having a great time together), and a very large, deep blue plush toy of a grizzly bear that Lizbeth had apparently picked out with the help of Chancellor Metzer. Keaton noticed an uncanny resemblance of the toy to Ursa, the constellation god who had Chosen him. Ze'ev's present was the only one left to open, and the blue Ulvenkind was blushing and tapping his feet as he waited for Keaton to get done opening everyone else's gifts.

Keaton set the stack of books on the table, near the music box and grizzly plush (he was presently wearing the cloak), and took Ze'ev's gift gently in his hands. He shook it delicately, then ripped the paper off.

Beneath the paper was a picture frame depicting a woodland scene, and in the frame was a drawing on artist-quality paper, colored with watercolor. The illustration was of Ze'ev and Keaton, in Ranger armor sans helmets, embracing one another and looking into each other's eyes with loving smiles. They were surrounded by a night sky glimmering with stars. Every detail of the drawing was near perfect- the artist had captured every element of their subjects perfectly, right down to the exact placement of the silver marking on Ze'ev's face, which the wolf proclaimed caricature artists always got wrong. The light of the stars and moon in the scene seemed to glitter in the drawn Ranger duo's eyes, and in the bottom right corner of the picture, Keaton could see, painted in the bottom right corner in what looked like white acrylic, the words "Z.A. for K.V., with love."

"...It took me months to get everything right," Ze'ev said shyly, twiddling his fingers. "I... I drew it and painted it all by myself. I hope... you like it."

Looking at his love's masterwork, Keaton forgot for a moment how to breathe. He traced his finger gently over the small details, the leaves on the trees and the stars in the sky - Ze'ev even included some of the constellations in that sky. Keaton circled the moon and brought his finger back down to himself and Ze'ev, tapping both of their faces like he couldn't believe they were real. He brought his finger down to the bottom and traced the declaration of love that his most precious treasure had given him, mouthing the words softly to himself. 

He looked away from the picture and at his wolf, eyes wet again. "Ze'ev...it's beautiful," Keaton murmured. "You...you made this? It's, I...I love it." His voice cracked. He set the picture on the table like it was made of crystal, then strode forward and took his wolf into his arms and kissed him, cloak swishing around them both like a cloud. "I love it, and I love you, puppy pie," Keaton whispered, voice breaking as he held Ze'ev against himself and the tears he'd succeeded in holding back began to pour down his face. "I-I love you so, so much and goggit, I thought I could get through this without losing it." His whole body trembled as he rested his head of Ze'ev's shoulder, wetting it as well.

"It's okay, honey bear. It's okay." Ze'ev whispered in his usual sweet, dulcet tones. His own eyes began to well with tears, and they soon started spilling down his face silently. "I love you too, Keaton. I'm so, so glad you like it..." He held Keaton tight to his chest, still talking. "I managed to get in contact with the rest of your family a few times... they told me- told all of us how bad you were doing. We all wanted to make this special for you... We all want you to be happy, you know? And we'll always support you. Especially me. We love you, Keaton. I love you."

Ze'ev's words, salient and soft, pierced Keaton's pity and he stopped sobbing for a moment, although the tears continued to slip. He pulled away from Ze'ev, enough to look around the room at everyone else. Seeing their faces, he noticed that none of them seemed particularly surprised by this, but all of them were filled with sorrow and empathy. They knew. 

Keaton caught the eyes of his father and siblings and saw in them assurance and love. It made his chest loosen and allowed him to breathe. He looked back into Ze'ev's eyes and chuckled, despite himself. "Okay, I...wasn't expecting this," he admitted. "I thought-I was expecting this big, uh, reveal where I admit everything I've been going through and how it's been really hard for me since karaoke night when all of this..." He took a breath. "...kind of became clear to me." He gave everyone a watery smile. "But, you know...this kind of works, too. It's easier, if nothing else. How-how long have you guys known?"

"Several weeks," Shaula answered. "After your talk with Felipe and Champ, Champ got in contact with Ze'ev, who frantically emailed the rest of us, so sick was he with worry over you, and Raptor sent us all a brief email outlining the situation as well." 

"Sorry, Little Buddy," Champ apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. "Felipe kept worrying over if we weren't respectin' your privacy or what, but I thought Ze'ev oughta know, since he's yer boyfriend 'n all." 

"We heard about everything you discussed amongst your siblings and father," added Rasalhague. "He mentioned that you have already talked this out amongst your family, but... if it is worth anything, we wish to convey to you our own support." 

"Yup-a-dee-yup!" Solomon confirmed. "And we all remembered your birthday, too, so we got together to plan a party and get gifts and everything! We thought it would sweeten the deal a bit, nyeh heh!"

"That long...Okay," Keaton thought aloud. "First off, I'm not upset at you, Champ, or at anyone. I promise. I didn't...really expect any of this, but like I said, I guess this simplifies things a bit. I..." He slumped a bit in Ze'ev's arms. "I probably should've confided in you guys sooner, and I'm sorry I didn't. I just...well, there was a few reasons, but I couldn't bring myself to, I don't know, pull you guys away from your lives, now that you were finally living them." He looked at Ze'ev, shamefaced. "Especially you, puppy. I know this was...something that you've been fighting a long time for, and I wanted you to enjoy it. I'm sorry."

"Kee, don't!" Ze'ev gave Keaton his best "puppy dog eyes", a big pout on his face. "You don't have to apologize for needing help. All of us- every single one- dropped everything as soon as we could. I told my parents all about you, by the way, all about how you're my boyfriend now and how you helped save them and everything!" 

"What good is being a primo rockstar when your friend is sad?" Solomon asked. "You don't ever ever ever ever ever need to worry about us bein' too busy for you, little guy. We can take time off to jam with you whenever you need it!" 

Seph put a comforting hand on Keaton's shoulder. "Kid, you're just as much part of this team as us. We have a responsibility to each other, and I'd never be able to forgive myself if I weren't able to help you or the others when the chips were down," they said. "We're teammates, friends, and family, and we care for our own."

Keaton thought about that, and for the first time in a while, found no doubt within himself that his family spoke the truth. They had lives, their own orbits, taking them to amazing places with amazing sights, and surely one day to do amazing things. He knew all of this. 

 But there was still no reason that they couldn't keep him within those orbits, or that he couldn't keep them. It was new and strange and sometimes confusing, but wonderful and humbling as well, having a family like this one. They came from some of the strangest places, but together they made each other whole. They made him whole, and he did the same for them. Like the stars the in sky made into a constellation, they created their own shape. He knew all of this. 

Keaton smiled, dry of tears but radiant with warmth. "Guys...you don't know how happy that makes me," he said. "I love you all so much. I know you're going to have amazing lives, and I'm so glad that mine crosses paths with all of yours."

"We love you too, Keat!" Lizbeth gave him two thumbs up. "We know your life's gonna be just as awesome. Now come on! The day's still young, and there's a party with your name on it!"

Keaton wiped away the last remnants of his tears and beamed. "Right, let's do it! Can we do karaoke again? I've got a couple of songs I've been working on for fun..."

"Sure, lead the way!" Solomon shepherded him over to the lounge area and started setting up the karaoke machine, eager to hear Keaton croon.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Taking Responsibility

(RP with @five-guns-days Doctor Who/Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni Crossover)

The small apartment felt empty without his girlfriend...Ex-girlfriend. They weren’t allowed to be together anymore, the politics of the village disallowed a Sonozaki and a Houjou to be in a relationship like that after what Satoko’s parents did. Which is why he... Saburo didn’t want to remember it. He had paid for his foolishness and stupidity in full, in the hopes that Satoko would be unharmed if he took responsibility for what happened. Everything was back to normal, for the rest of the family. It wouldn’t be normal for Saburo for a while, as next in line as head of the Sonozaki family, he still had a few things to do as well as medical treatment. Saburo winced as the bandages made contact with the phone, recieving a text from Kasai. The wounds were still raw and agonizing, the bandages had to be kept on until they scabbed over in case of infection. He didn’t want the Doctor to know what had happened, the outcome wouldn’t be good if he did. Finally packing his remaining clothes into his yellow bag, he gingerly picked it up with his sore fingers before walking out the door, locking it with his key. It was a beautiful and hot day in the village, the sort of day that made him want to eat mochi ice cream and go exploring in the forest with Rika and Mion. The green-eyed teenager began walking, wearing more traditional attire, a light kimono and sandals since it was hot. He gave Mion a hug and said goodbye, the memories of last night coming back to him painfully.

“Saburo... You are one day going to be head of the Sonozaki family. We can end this now and forget about it if you do what is required.” His Grandmother said, sitting in her wheelchair as two men brought in a nasty looking contraption, Saburo eyeing it fearfully. “Do you know what this device does?” Mion asked her brother, Saburo looking at her, clearly frightened. “W-Why would I know what it is?” He replied, his breathing becoming faster and shallower. “It’s a device for ripping off fingernails. You must rip off all 10, 9 for each other member of our family. Then tenth is to take responsibility for Satoko Houjou.” Mion replied calmly, Saburo looking at her in horror.  “Mii-chan... Please... I’m sorry...” He replied, terrified at this revelation. “I know you are, but you must prove it and take responsibility for what you did.” Mion said, trying to keep her brother calm. “You’re not going to harm Satoko if I do this, right?” He asked, looking at the other members of the Sonozaki family, getting no answer before putting his arm down as Mion strapped it on, Saburo inserting his little finger, trying to control his shaking hands as he slammed his fist down on the lever and screamed in pain as it tore the nail off. “I...” He gasped, trying to control the pain through gritted teeth, inserting his ring finger next, hitting the lever again but only breaking the nail, screaming all the same. “I can’t... It hurts so much...” Saburo gasped through the pain as he was grabbed by two large men, a black hood placed over his head and he screamed as they finished what he had started. At some point, Saburo had passed out from the pain, awaking on the bed to find Mion bandaging the last finger, tying it securely. “I didn’t take responsibility, did I?” He asked her, Mion looking at him. “Grandmother believes you took responsbility, as do the rest of the family. It’s forgiven.” Mion replied, giving Saburo some codiene before letting him sleep.

Saburo nodded to Rena and her Father, wanting to avoid uncomfortable questions that he didn’t want to answer. Turlough said something about looking around Hinamizawa, but Saburo wanted to get back to the TARDIS, where he was safe. He avoided eye contact for the most part and quickened his pace a little, hoping he didn’t run into Keichii-kun or anyone he knew as he took the key from around the gold chain on his neck and opened the doors, stepping inside and immediately being greeted with cool air, enjoying the sensation as he saw the Doctor working on the console. “I’m back.” He said, putting his free hand in his pocket and holding onto the yellow bag holding his stuff tightly, hoping his bandaged fingers wouldn’t be noticed.