In reference to the last ask you posted! Do you mind going over your tips on role-playing as that active-type character and/or digging up the thread of conversation it seems the original asker was referring to? I'm so interested in your experience role-playing for both prep in possibly joining a game someday and also bc it sounds like such good character creation and general writing advice!!!! I tried checking you blog but didnt turn up anything that touched pn it more (No worries if not though!)
Sorry for this late response!
My advice is make characters that create opportunities for story.
Reacting to a story is fun! Reacting to a character is fun! But if you're always reacting then you're creating opportunity for other characters to react, so sometimes you gotta Act to let the other characters and the story React.
To do this, characters should all want something. And not something vague (like "to be happy"), it should be something more tangible, more specific, and everything else can stem from there. It'll guide your character naturally. It's their Motivation.
More under the cut (or skip to the end for more standard advice)
For example, my dnd character Dandelion wanted more than anything to go home. "Going home" meant a lot of things, yeah it means being happy, it means he wants to be with his family, it means he wants to be loved, it means he wants to feel safe, it means he wants to belong somewhere, but the tangible idea is "go home."
Because I knew this is what he wanted most of all it guided all his actions, and his actions for better or for worse all made sense because of it (and I made it clear that was what he wanted "on-screen" on multiple occasions). So anything that involved the idea of getting home would activate him, and he'd also deeply empathize with anyone and anything else away from home/away from family. Giving him one strong, clear motivation instantly made him an active participant in the story. This made him active with other characters too, any mention of home, any mention of family, any idea of not belonging, it drew him toward them.
(as a DM now this is also what I need more than anything, what's your hook? how can I tempt you? how can I make your character move forward? how can I make your character react? also characters that create opportunity for story take a LOT of work off the DM's shoulders in my experience, it shows you're engaged and it feels less like dragging a cat around on a leash haha like "are you enjoying this? do you want this? i don't know! please give me something!")
my more standard advice?
Be a good listener
Be present (in the moment)
Be curious
Be the biggest fan of all the characters
Put your story on-screen frequently, give people the opportunity to react to it and join in on it (this can be as simple as "my character's body language changes at the mention of 'home')
Create opportunities for the other characters to have their story on-screen (ask them questions! if you know what the character's buttons are and it makes sense in the moment, press them! listen to what they're saying, pay attention to what they're doing, and react to it)
Interact with the world! Interact with each other! And make these things mean something to your character!
Your character should make mistakes. Mistakes create opportunity for everyone.
If there's a genre, or theme, play toward them earnestly.
The more you RP, the better you'll get at it! It's a process and that's okay!
my little tip for knowing whether your character is Active vs Reactive: if the story were a musical, do they have an I Want song? do they have multiple moments for songs within the narrative? have they shared a duet with another character? do their songs change, evolve? songs happen for important moments in a musical so if you're not contributing to important moments, it may mean you're reacting more than you're acting. which is fine if you're playing a game solo and are granted access to the narrative by virtue of being the designated main character, but because RPing is collaborative storytelling, everyone should be doing their part!
My betrothed and I are talking about co-writing a book about our DnD ship because it’s so precious and so many queers would go feral about it and we don’t want to be the only people who love them together.
said it once i will say it fucking again. flashback fitz was the most accurate version of fitz there ever was. he was sweet he was angry he was frustrated he was patient he was confident he was violent he never trusted alvar again he trusted sophie more than anyone (nearly unhealthily). i miss him. bring him back. he was so unapologetically kind generous and deeply broken. I MISS HIM.
the buddy system is a powerful thing blessed be this team's love and friendship for one another even on a day as charged as this one aka all hail the united front ☝️
lombo trying to get in a word edgewise to stenny (a sentiment that he'll wait for him presumably) but the reporter's already talking so he just tries his best to get stennys attention to his own utter detriment because stennys too focused
bless lombo trying to be sweet but his efforts arent acknowledged because said person its supposed to be acknowledged by is busy doing his job lmaoooo
lombo hearing his name "yeah" yep thats the one word i understand yup that checks carry on i need everyone to know that THATS the one i got
even stenny cant help but chuckle a bit. are you charmed by his airheadness? are you? are youuuu??? is he endearing??? does his antics amuse you?????
the reporter saying "very good" like hes talking to a kid I WANT TO CRYYYYYY we have to praise efforts to be engaged in pressers like yeah you know what gold star for that one bonus points if you make everyone erupt into giggles
as you can see hes not sure what hes doing here except be eyecandy to stennys eyecandy but hes trying his best and maybe hes a little nervous but its the thought that counts
"thank you ryan for setting up the question appreciate it!" "no problem! great question 😃👍" said with tonality of a man who absolutely does not know what was said other than his name. oh bless his heart hes trying <3
STENNY DO YOU THINK HES FUNNY DOES HE AMUSE YOU GREATLY DO LIKE HIS SILLYISMS
if i had nickle for everytime a baddy, who usually has a stoic approach to media scrums, get a smile milked out of them by their shorter sillier companier id have two nickles. which isnt a lot. but its weird that its happened twice. unfortunately its a pattern this team is wrought with that narrative oh my god.
pairing: implied sun wukong | monkey king/liu er mihou | six-eared macaque
words: 479
rating: teen, possibly mature for violent content
a/n: i finally decided to suck it up and try to write macaque’s death scene. i don’t know if i did it justice. warnings for blood, character death, and violence. everything you’d expect with a death scene. i’m also on ao3. enjoy.
“Come on, Wukong!”
The air is rich with the stink of blood. Macaque sways and stumbles, tripping over the curves of his own heels as if drunk on his fury. His lips split and laughter bursts from his throat, deep with mania. Wukong hates himself for ever having missed the sound.
“Stop holding out on me. You can do better than this. Your power isn’t a curse—it’s a gift.”
“Leave this place.” Grant me this kindness at least, he thinks. Don’t let them take you from me too.
Macaque’s hand trembles as it closes around his staff, the one Wukong had carved from the very dark that bore him. Wukong’s hand squeezes around its twin, and it glimmers in the setting sun, mockingly divine. His legs buckle beneath him, sorrow weighing heavy as a mountain on his limbs. He sinks his teeth into it and buries it deep. He hopes he will choke on it.
They’re swept up into a dizzying blur of blood and blows. Macaque is sloppy, sick with hysteria, and Wukong fights desperately against the pull of his muscles. The grass is thin with the scars of their battle. It would feast well tonight, greedily drinking the red that would spill. He raises his arm, hefts his cudgel like a spear, and prays to any god that will listen in hopes it will not catch. He should have known better. He had never been heaven’s favorite.
Macaque screams. It rips through the air and into the chambers of his heart.
Do not let him suffer, he tells himself, as he drags his body to sit atop Macaque’s writhing form. Claws sink into his flesh, and he lets them tear. He deserves to be bled raw.
“You can’t kill me,” Macaque chokes out. His cudgel slides from the gape in his eye, red spills like wine. “I mean—I mean it’s me. I’m all you have left.”
He tries to be gentle as his hand slips behind Macaque’s head. He hates that Macaque does not fight him, only clings to him like a babe to its mother.
“Wukong.” He is clawing in earnest now. Thick gold oozes between his dirt-encrusted fingers. He had told Wukong it was beautiful once; how he bled the nectar from the sun. It drips onto Macaque’s face, rusting. There is no beauty in it now. “You can’t kill me,” he whimpers. “You—you gave me my name. Remember?” Those six ears spread pitifully, wilting like a waning wedelia. I remember everything, he thinks. It would be a mercy if he didn’t. He thumbs the soft flesh of their shells, and raises his staff.
“I’m sorry.”
When Macaque’s chest is no longer quivering, Wukong allows his limp body to sink into the earth. He kisses cold hands and weeps. There is no point in wanting to follow him to the below. Wukong is already dead.
Guys. Have y'all ever had onion soup? Because I need to talk about it.
Onion soup is epic. Onions themselves are epic. They taste good fried/caramelized and it's so good. It pairs well with ANYTHING. And sometimes raw onions also just pack that punch you need in certain dishes and it's so good.
And then you're telling me it was put in SOUP??
LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SHIT????
It's food heaven imo.
It's onions(one of the few foods that go good with everything and can be eaten at any time) in BROTH with all the other good stuff AND it's french(idk why I put that but french food has the impression of being fancy to me) AND it's paired with cheese and goes epic with baguette slices.
I've been thinking abt my critter dupes some more and it was all fun and games until I remembered that I made Mi-ma a beeta and hm. Whoops. Uh oh. (<- Considered the implications for more than 2 seconds)