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((Greetings. I am well aware of how my drafts are piling up and that people expect responses from me. In due time, I will get to them when I am able. But currently, things have been getting far too overwhelming in real life. I have found myself immensely stressed about school and just the way of the world right now. Thus, it has been difficult for me to find the motivation and passion to be active right now on here. I don’t want to feel pressured or forced to be here. Even though this place is a space that feels safe and makes me happy, I just really need to take a step back from things right now on here. That being said, my activity will definitely be slower until I am able to maintain what sanity I have left. Until then, I thank you for your patience, and wish you all well.))

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silntstrikr

— ♡ A fit of giggles erupted from the two. “Topsy Turvy. Now that sounds like mischief wanting to happen” the tall girl grinned. Ears ringing with joy from the bells. “It’s gotta be like reverse or opposite” the other jumped. She pointed around to things that looked reverse, causing her sister to laugh. They just met the man, and they already like him. “Care to have chaotic assistants?” Instead of viewing, they wanted to be apart of this.

The giggles which pierced the air roused a bout of chuckles from the puppeteer. He grinned back at the two girls, rather delighted with their equal share of excitement for mischief. “Oh, but it is! See for yourself!” He voiced his agreement. Gesturing broadly with a hand at all the upsy-daisy nonsense which was occurring across the festival grounds in the form of opposite backwards shenanigans or general mischief and tomfoolery. But what piqued Clopin’s interest most of all was the offer from the two girls, as his face lit up and his eyes grew wide at the prospect. “Hmm...” He mulled over for a moment, merely for the sake of theatrics, stroking his beard before declaring. “Why, I would be honored to have you as my chaotic assistants! You two seem perfect for the job!” He proclaimed, spreading his arms wide. 

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The rather glorious appearance of the Russian, glittering and sparkling from jewels which adorned their fingers, had caught the attention of the puppeteer with ease. Such an indication of a dazzling appearance had invoked the turn of his head to look on in surprise. However, a smile was quick to appear on his face at the very polite and sweet request from Rose.

“But of course, mon ami!” Clopin eloquently placed a gloved hand across his chest and the colorful tunic he proudly wore. “I tell all these types of tales, and more! Come now, sit, and allow me to regale you with such a story!” He encouraged, gently placing a hand across the other’s back and guiding them to a place where they could comfortably sit during such entertainment.

@topsyturvypuppeteer liked for a starter!

Rose clasps their hands together against their chest, the shimmering jewels upon their fingers catching the light of the sun. Their shoes click against brick cobblestones, lighting bouncing their heels in anticipatory delight.

          “ Dearest puppeteer! Won’t you tell me a story? Of action and intrigue! Of mystery and mayhem! And, but of course… romance. ”

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streetwisetemptress

Those were clearly the wrong choice of words for her overly dramatic father. How the hell could she forget who she was talking to? Shame on her for forgetting for just a moment.

Giving a smirk, she rolled her eyes and shook her head in disapproval. “You don’t fool me, père. I know you’re alright.” She replied, letting out an exasperated sigh. “You’re lucky I didn’t hit you harder.” She teased, but merely stating the truth.

Just as he had suspected, Clopin observed how his daughter saw right through his little act, and promptly smiled at her. Standing fully upright from his previously feigned crumpled posture, he placed his hands on his hips. 

“Ah, you know me too well, ma chérie! You’re quite right, I am just fine.” The puppeteer added in a jovial tone, switching demeanors entirely. Although, he chuckled softly at her remark, rubbing the back of his neck absently. “Oui, how lucky I am indeed. I know you are quite strong too, so I am rather fortunate that you didn’t actually cause any lasting damage. Nothing more than a bit of bruising, I think.”

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itisweselton

Did everything amuse Clopin? Especially this festival which turned society on its head? Edgar had to wonder…

The other man seemed harmless enough…and his enthusiasm was quite contagious…

“Well then, so long as it’s clear that it’s all in good fun, as you said, continue on with your antics,” Edgar smiled slightly.

On a day where everything was topsy turvy, it was difficult to not find amusement in nearly everything. Particularly when the culprit of this amusement happened to be a jester.

A short and curt laugh escaped Clopin, who smiled broadly in return. “That I shall indeed do, monsieur! Now, I hope you will enjoy yourself! Have fun, and see all that there is to offer at our festival!”

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It’s International Romani Day! Today is a day of awareness and education about our culture, our history and the issues we still face today, chief of which is the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic that still affects numerous Romani communities abroad. Romani Herstory, a digital archive about the lives of Romani actors, activists and artists, has started up an emergency donation fund in light of Italian fascists reporting other donation accounts to support Italian Sinti/Roma communities. Donate to the Ko-Fi!

Also, my friend Morena is still accepting donations for the Sinti/Roma community in Turin, who are also experiencing extreme prejudice and violence from Italian fascists! Donate to her Pool! 

E-Romnja is a grassroots organization that is also accepting donations to support Romani communities who are being impacted by the pandemic. Donate!

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Najis tuke!!!!!

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I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

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I suck at apologies, so… unfuck you, or whatever.

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For your inner jester

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♡ rpc reminder ♡

inspiration comes and goes. sometimes it’s only flowing for a single thread, or maybe even a single muse interaction. that’s okay! we get it. we’ve all been there. take your time. it’s not a race, and there’s no deadline. we’re all doing what we can with the mental resources we have. your rp partners still love you, no matter the frequency or consistency of your responses.

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~ a flower does not use words

to announce its arrival to the world;

it just …

                                                    BLOOMS.

Independent. Semi-selective. Historical OC. Est. September 2020. Penned by H.

                                          IC | ABOUT | RULES

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

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today is the first international asexuality day! on this day, we celebrate those that are under the ace umbrella, including demisexual, gray-asexual, and all kinds of other ace identities.

asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to others, or low or absent interest in or desire for sexual activity.

asexuality is valid. asexuality exists.

if you are an allosexual person, check in with your friends that are in the ace spectrum today! let them know you are with them every step of the way. and educate those who do not know what asexuality is.

and for us in the spectrum, let's use this day to celebrate our identity! we are in this together, let's not lose the community spirit. we have enough love for everyone.

sending love to my people, happy asexuality day!

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🎶 My muse to sing and/or play an instrument to yours

Medieval Prompts

🎶 My muse to sing and/or play an instrument to yours

In spite of numerous members of the Court having spotted strange creatures among the streets of Paris, Clopin still needed to make a living, and thus ventured out into the city. Regardless of what he may encounter. From within his wagon window, he kept a wary eye on the cobblestone streets. But meanwhile, he began to sing and fill the open air with his voice, with the hopes of catching the eyes and ears of some passersby for one of his upcoming shows. As well as to simply pass the time until then. “Morning in Paris, the city awakes to the bells of Notre Dame. The fisherman fishes, the baker man bakes to the bells of Notre Dame.” As he sang, his eyes flicked to and fro catching the movement of busy Parisians who happened to pass by. “To the big bells as loud as the thunder, to the little bells soft as a psalm.” Yet among the local peasantry, it was not the appearance of one of those odd creatures his people had described seeing. But the appearance of a mysterious figure who had caught his eye. While Clopin’s dark gaze rested on this strange individual with boldness, he continued to weave aloud his song. “And some say the soul of the city is the toll of the bells, the bells of Notre Dame.” 

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🍲 (So Esme can make fun of her father)

Medieval Prompts

🍲 My muse to cook a meal for yours

It was a rare opportunity indeed when Clopin found himself cooking for Esmeralda since she most often took care of herself these days. But today, he was feeling generous, and thus found himself crouched beside a small fire. With care and precision, he poured batter formed from simple ingredients, but not to be overlooked by what they could create together, into a pan. Once the mixture had cooked did he use the tip of his dagger to roll the crepes and slide the blade underneath to transfer them to a wooden plate. This he picked up and offered to his daughter. His expression was mostly void of emotion during this time, as the puppeteer was already mentally preparing for any remarks or teasing she may have ready for him. “Here you are, we have some fruit you can put on them if you like.” Turning back to the fire so his own meal wouldn’t burn, he spoke up once more without glancing up from his work. “If you have something to say to me Esme, just go on and say it.