#~mun talks too much

[thethreefaes]

OOC

Okay. Okay. But do you ever just look at your rp partners, look at your characters and stories and just… wanna scream with how much you love them? Cause omg this person is writing with you. And omg your characters and plots just click so good.

Ugh. I can’t. I can’t deal with how much I love my rp partners. You all just make me so happy!!!

[askgardenerwoods]

hi Emma! Who do you consider your friends do you have a crush on anybody?

" For crushes... "

[misteria247]

It'd been a good day. For one moment, the day had been good. And now.....

'Breathe Northwest, you gotta breathe here!'

The thought hissed frantic in her head, but she ignored it. Instead, staring at the crimson color that was now staining her skinned knee and palms. The scent of copper overwhelming her to the point it where it made her head swim.

'Hands stained red, can't ever get it off, it never comes off.'

Pacifica felt her throat constrict as her breathing began to quicken. Chest tight and bound, her hands trembling as she just stared at all the blood. There was so much of it, too much of it. Always staining never going away, never coming off she just wants it off-

"Pacifica! Hey Pacifica, snap out of it! Please!"

A voice muffled cried out in the spiraling panic she was now falling into. Not completely registering who it belonged to. Instead trying to focus on trying to breathe and God she couldn't breathe please someone help-

"GRUNCLE STAN! GRUNCLE FORD! FIDDLEFORD! SOMEONE HELP SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH PACIFICA!"

The voice panicked and murky shouted out. The blonde barely processed it, instead wheezing and feeling sick. The sounds of footsteps rushing in, before another presence was by her. Warm, cautious hands gently taking her hurt ones. Pacifica let out a distressed sound only for a gruff soft voice to shush her quietly. Putting her at ease somewhat.

"Pumpkin I need you to go get the first aid kit from Poidexter or Fidds. Can you do that for me?"

The rough voice asked earning a noise of agreement before the source of it went rushing away. Pacifica trembled and again the voice spoke but this time at her.

"Hey, hey kid it's okay. You're gonna be okay. I need you to look at me."

It said, waiting for the girl to respond. After a bit of a struggle, the blonde finally looked away from her bloody hands, sucking in a harsh breath that made her head hurt, and chest give a funny stutter of sorts. Unseeing eyes made contact with a larger form that consisted of colors and shapes. But for some strange reason, they brought her comfort.

"That's it. You're doing great kid. Now, I need you to listen to me, follow my breathing. Don't focus on anything else. Now breathe in-"

The form said, taking in a deep breath to demonstrate. Paz tried to follow, her intake shuddering and making her nauseous.

"I-I can't-"

She started to say only for the comforting form to interrupt her, tone firm but tender.

"Yes you can sweetheart. Just focus on me, and take it easy. Now again."

After that, it was a bit of a blur for her. Hazy recollections of following the voice's breathing, hiccuping, and crying all the while until finally, the world began to refocus. Pacifica blinked, her surroundings finally making sense. The familiar back porch of the Mystery Shack greeted her, as well as the anxious form of Mabel and the concerned form of Ford. On the sofa sat an opened first aid kit, and it was then her knee and palms made themselves known by stinging dully. Confusion hit her as she realized that someone was gently rubbing her back. Eyes landing on the source, she was surprised to see none other than Mr. Mystery himself being the one doing it. Stanley noticed her gaze and seemed to relax a bit, offering her a cheeky smile.

"There she is, thought we lost there for a bit. How are you feeling? Can you stand up kid?"

Stan asked, seemingly indifferent. But his gaze held concern and understanding in them. As if he knew what kind of personal hell Paz had just gone through. The teen tried to speak but found she couldn't, her throat seemingly not working. Embarrassed, Paz shook her head no. Stanley didn't seem too surprised.

"Alright, up we go kid."

The older man said, picking her up unexpectedly. Paz immediately gripped his shirt, still shaken from earlier. Stan didn't comment on it, instead making his way up the old wooden stairs to join Mabel and Ford.

"Sweetie can you get the couch set up in the living room? I'm sure your pal is gonna need it."

Stan said, earning a hesitant nod from his niece. Mabel gave her friend one last worried look before heading inside. Pacifica didn't pay much attention, too exhausted from the events from earlier. Stan and Ford started to whisper amongst themselves, the two men seemingly discussing something before coming to an agreement. Ford held open the door for the two, and Stanley stepped inside into the kitchen. Where Fiddleford and Dipper were seated at the kitchen table, looking incredibly anxious and on edge. As soon as they noticed Pacifica, however, the tension they had seemed to fade away quickly. Dipper looked like he was about to start asking questions, but one look from Ford to Fiddleford made the two adults intervene. Taking Dipper into the living room with Mabel to set something up. Leaving Stan and Pacifica alone. A silence settled over them before the older man spoke up.

"I know you're probably embarrassed by what happened. But I'm just gonna tell you right now that no one cares about that. They care about whether you're okay or not. So don't think too much on it, alright?"

Pacifica took the words, processing them a bit. Before quietly nodding, not ready to talk yet. For Stanley, it was fine, he knew from experience how exhausting a panic attack could be, so he wasn't going to push it. Satisfied, he carried her out into the living room to join the others, where hopefully she could finally get some peace.

[two-sided-stories]

ooc: mun feeling too chatty hours so you know what, reblog this and I’ll send a link to a song and maybe say why I picked the song. Idk. No ideas and it’s like almost 11 pm :/

[tribus-semitae]

Fun fact bout the three girls, despite being physically active in sports or combats or anything else in between they all got different build!

Franky being 165 cm or 5'4 inches. She is short and stocky, has strong arms and can flex biceps, not so much in chest, but strong abs and hips. Can take hits and will hit back but she is scrappy fighter, not so speedy but more of a puncher or using her environment to her advantage.

Vanya is a bit more curvy, 175 cm or 5'7 inches, she is a bit more proportioned but has powerful legs and arms ideal for strikes or preforming any kind of kata, due to her training in karate for a long time. She gets into heat of the battle easily and loves to fight will use her skills only when fighting someone and has a high endurance.

Annushka is tall and slender woman 180 cm or 5'9 inches. Despite being insecure about her height outside the combat, in a fight she uses that to her advantage as much as possible. Meaning she mostly does kickboxing and will mainly focus on her kicks for a longer reach, she can throw a decent punch if needed, just out of the three she only fight if provoked or need to protect someone.

[thornedlamb]

[spidrboots]

xxx.

[defender-of-jouvente]

{Kind of Important}

{prooobably a bad time to post this considering its pretty late over here, and i think its also probably fair to assume that its pretty late on your end to. buuut i gotta do it now or ill forget.

so! as you've seen prior, we've had occasional interactions with "duplicates" of members of the party- yknow, the fact that theres at least three siffrins, and that one king, and another bonnie hanging around. amongst, ah.... other things.

but, issue is, we as a group have kiiind of- intentionally or not- created a specific universe/timeline for ourselves. one with "official" individuals standing in for each character. which is a long way of saying that we can't really have our characters interact directly- as in face-to-face- if they're a character who has a pre-claimed "role".

long story short: we probably won't be able to have "duplicates" in the central story since it would disrupt it and what we have planned. i promise its no hard feelings, it would just get. Really Messy. otherwise.

that being saiiiiid, we still wanna interact with ya'll, regardless of whether your playing your oc, an alternate timeline version of pre-exisiting character, or something else entirely! (King set up the Anon-Bird thing for that exact reason, but it obviously has it's faults.)

i cannot speak for the others at this time- i think it's sort of a mixed bag of indecision and we need to discuss it more. but i, personally, would love to interact face-to-face. i did say i was welcoming you all with open arms, after all! (it's really our bad for not being a little clearer....)

so, with that noted, my personal solution is to create the concept of "out of universe" interaction. this way we can still have our characters hang out, and it won't disrupt the main timeline. generally speaking, isabeau will still be in whatever physical (and mental) state he is during that point in the timeline, but there won't be the weight of it disrupting what's actually going on for him and getting everything wildly off track.

i reiterate that this isn't a hard rule. this won't necessarily carry across blogs, and, while i dont want to promise anything, if we collectively choose to continue on after the main story is finished, i'll probably loosen it up considerably. because i think the concept having multiples of the same character running around a still recovering vaugarde for no discernible reason is hilarious. and i have a fun idea for connecting prior OoU interactions to make them a little more "canon"- ish.

but, y'know, we all still need to discuss this properly.

shit this got long. okay. UM. UH.

TL;DR: we can't currently "canonically" have our characters interact directly if they're "duplicates" of characters in the main timeline. that being said, we still wanna rp with those folks, so i personally will be making the decision to open up "out of universe" interaction with people so we can still interact without creating a disruption. the others might not do the same, though.

ill probably update the rules with this later. i dunno. im done here though, peace ✌}

[tymptir]

I won’t have a lot of time for proper writing until Thursday this week I’m afraid buuuut I might try to get some writing done on discord again. do if we’re mutuals and that’s something you like to do, feel free to hit me up!

[azmenka]

“ You’re no warrior. Your brothers were warriors.”

Maron over here, grinning like the complete asshole he is.

[thethreefaes]

💖 I love you, mun! You are just the sweetest person and always so supportive and positive. I love your muses too. Such distinct but all beautiful personalities.

I love you too!! So much! Thank you for being so supportive of my girls! Means the world to me. ^_^

[mahmur]

mom(dad) friend : you're the character who carries snacks, who takes care of the rest of the cast. you make sure they eat, stop them from dying, and keep them out of trouble as best you can. and when they do get into trouble, you try your best to get them out of it. good on you, dude. picrew.

[misteria247]

Me minding my own business loving life

That one part of my brain: You know you're kinda annoying sometimes cuz of how much you yap.

Me passive aggressively: Hahahaha you're so funnyyyy I love it so muchhhhh God you're such a card ever thought of being a comediann????

[ivycrowned]

sometimes i remember we stole a guard dog by bribing it with nuts in our previous dnd campaign and it literally came with us from then on up to and including a dragon fight and i just giggle

[ge]

getting misty eyed thinking about chung mun and chung myung.. like dat's his baby... his little annoying goblin his mudskipper... he raised him since diapers. and that's his sahyung(one million emotions compressed in one word) when everyone couldn't understand him chung mun was there. sry i saw that panel of chung mun putting a blanket over chung myung again

grabs my chest ahhhh dont even remind meeeeeeeeeee their relationship is sooo important to me..if i think too much about to found family aspects of rotmhs i start getting dizzy.. chung mun watching the little boy he essentially raised grow into the man he is he must be sooo proud.. i know its said chung myung was never praised in his past life but i refuse to take that as canon idgaf chung mun patted his head and told him he was proud of him everyday

[epitomees]

dibs x 1000

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

((I'm jumping on you Topaz!! I'm giving you so many hugs and big ole snuggles!! I can't believe how well we just instantly connected and clicked together. It's been a blast getting to know you more, throwing around ideas and headcanons of our sad kiddos, and talking to you too!! Literally, every day I feel blessed knowing that we're such good friends now! Many platonic head smooches for you too!!