♥ ~ Hello friends ~ ♥ ----------------------------------------- Super shy RP sideblog for some canon and original characters that I feel confident enough to play. Any of these are fully OC and Fandom friendly, multi-verse and multi-ship.
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Some of the threads on this blog will be dropped, but I do want to pack up and carry some over.
These are the threads that I am aware of, and have discussed with my respective partners, that will be continued. If you are not on this list and would like to be, please contact me very soon.
I have decided that I am going to archive this and move my writing over to its own primary blog, and that I will do a few major updates and edits in the process - mostly that I am dropping Leslie as a character, but also a few tweaks to my rules and other stuff too. Hopefully good things to come, stay posted.
That being said, I am going to drop several threads in the process. Not all of them, but some - please contact mesoon if we are currently writing together in any way.
Especially if it’s an older, slower moving thread that I may not have interacted with in a while, whether it’s my turn or not. I will be posting a master-list of threads that will keep on running when I have everything squared away.
Thank you for your patience; I hope you lot stick with me! I’ve grown rather fond of you. ♥ Rabbit
Some of the threads on this blog will be dropped, but I do want to pack up and carry some over.
These are the threads that I am aware of, and have discussed with my respective partners, that will be continued. If you are not on this list and would like to be, please contact me very soon.
I have decided that I am going to archive this and move my writing over to its own primary blog, and that I will do a few major updates and edits in the process - mostly that I am dropping Leslie as a character, but also a few tweaks to my rules and other stuff too. Hopefully good things to come, stay posted.
That being said, I am going to drop several threads in the process. Not all of them, but some - please contact mesoon if we are currently writing together in any way.
Especially if it’s an older, slower moving thread that I may not have interacted with in a while, whether it’s my turn or not. I will be posting a master-list of threads that will keep on running when I have everything squared away.
Thank you for your patience; I hope you lot stick with me! I’ve grown rather fond of you. ♥ Rabbit
How did she know of such a place? The answer was quite simple - Rain had snuck into it the night before when she realized the family was momentarily out. But perhaps revealing herself to be a homeless thief who disrespected other people’s homes might scare the poor boy off. Rain sucked on her lip for a second before answering.
“ Magic. “
“Oh,” The boy shrugged his little shoulders. At this point, he’d sort of learnt to take things like this at face value. Maybe she was magic - he’d seen an awful lot of weird stuff, maybe that was possible too. Or, maybe she was lying; he’s seen that too. Maybe it didn’t matter, if he got food and a warm place to stay for a while either way, whether she found it with magic or not. That was either mean of him, or good surviving - one of those two things.
“… Do we like… need to sticks or whatever, to make a fire?”
Alric hated showing any weakness to Turlough. Partially, because there was still a part of him that latched onto the idea that he had some semblance of power between him and Turlough, but also because he panicked. He panicked and worried that Turlough would think him pathetic when he finally understood just how weak Alric truly was. How often Alric had failed all of his tests and classes as a student.
He still wouldn’t turn his face back, not yet. There was still too much shame in his heart and in his thoughts. How could Turlough love him when Alric was such a fashion disaster? Such a failure.
Whatever memory or fear plagued his loved one didn’t seem to
let up at his gentle attempts to steal a proper look at his face,
sparking a sharp twinge of worry in the Trion’s heart. It was entirely
possible that he had seriously upset the Ancient this time - questions
and prodding at his own scars bothered him after all. That was a risk
the two of them ran when they tormented each other so, surely, but it
was less common and a bit of a surprise when they were both being
relatively kind. Perhaps a serious apology was in order, if he failed to
turn this around and make him feel better.
He
couldn’t quite kiss him properly, with his face angled like that, but he
tried away, leaning over to press an incredibly careful, gentle kiss to
the side of his face. Being comforting and sweet wasn’t a skill of his,
but for Alric he could try. Pulling the blankets up closer around them,
he pulled the Ancient close into whatever sorry excuse for shelter his
arms could provide, close enough so that he could rest their foreheads
together. But only once he’d fondly brushed his hair out of the way, so that he could leave a kiss there, too.
“ Okay? Wonderful, “ At once, Luvah was grinning brightly. Somehow, he’d managed to actually convince this handsome young man to give him a chance. Even without using his abilities, which Luvah had been positive he hadn’t wanted to push himself to. It didn’t seem fair. Not just because it cost him a challenge and some fun, but because even mortals deserved a fair chance at proper love.
“ So how much do I owe your fundraiser? “ Luvah lifted an eyebrow, “ With a cute guy like you helping out, they deserve quite a bit of money. “ He reached back into his pocket, to pull out some of his own money.
Well, that was that. There was no way he could back out now without seeming cruel, even if his nerves were tying his stomach into terrible knots and his mind was racing faster than he thought possible. Oh, this was the sort of thing that was supposed to be planned for in advance, and the sheer amount of potential disasters and missteps that he hadn’t accounted for seemed like an insurmountable obstacle to get passed, one that left him frozen in place.
The question brought him back to reality, though a small part of him still questioned if this really was a real thing that was happening to him, or if he had drifted off at some point. Money? Ah, right, the shelter. “Oh! Y-you don’t… don’t have to, t-to do that,” he ducked his head in an attempt to hide his stutter and the renewed blush on his face. It was supposed to be a free well donation after all, and he certainly couldn’t ask for one now. Not when it made it seem like his attention could be bought, paid for.
“ It’s just a bit of walk. But we can take it slower if you need… “ Rain could accept the need to walk slower for the young boy. Especially when he seemed to be struggling with so much and was already tired. Pausing her speed a bit so that he could easily keep up with her, Rain headed over a nearby hill towards where she knew the abandoned house to be.
Even though he really did want to slow down a little, he didn’t want to ask for it and risk looking like a helpless baby either. Surely she wouldn’t want to deal with him then, if he was helpless. Hopefully this place she was talking about wasn’t too far away. With that though in mind, he kept an eye out for their destination.
Alric’s back arched as Turlough slowly dragged the fingertips along his spine. He knew, how could he not know, what the question would be as Turlough could feel the scars that rose up from his skin. Turlough had been raised in the same sort of hellscape war as he did, just perhaps a bit more advanced technologically. Alric sighed.
“ … I was hurt, “ How vague, “ When I was a child. In training… “ Alric’s once warm brown eyes faded from life, growing distant and empty of any life. Shifting a bit in discomfort, Alric cleared his throat and turned his head away from the Trion. No - he couldn’t speak the truth. Not yet. Turlough would only mock him for being so weak, so pathetic in his fighting. Surely, Turlough would only find him sad to be around if he knew how easily Alric failed in his training.
He paused his hand against the other’s back as he stretched, trying to determine if this was a pleased reaction or one of discomfort. Though, a small part of him was just pleased to have gotten a reaction at all, and hoped that he hadn’t overstepped some boundary - both with the question and the gentle touches. Alric hesitated with his answer, all at once so tired and fragile looking. As much as he wanted to point out and pick on the vagueness at such an answer - ‘hurt you say? I wouldn’t have guessed’ - it seemed too cruel, too out of place when they were being so careful with one another otherwise, and when he seemed to need comfort more than anything else. That didn’t stop the alien at all from worrying about him though; what was it about this other man that make him feel so concerned and protective? Love, he supposed - a feeling both foreign and familiar at once.
Frowning, Turlough carefully pulled the Ancient a bit closer, moving his hand from the scars to his jaw so he could trace it, try and gently convince him to turn his face back. Alric would likely fight an actual question, so he didn’t ask one - not out loud. Perhaps it was best not to draw attention to old wounds now, or at least make the ordeal more mutual. As much as his mind protested the idea of such sharing, he had a few similar marks of his own.
Please do not be afraid of moving the story along. What I mean by that is it’s OK for you to get an idea from what I’ve written and take the plot into a new direction or to enhance the old. If you’re nervous, or afraid, that you’ll upset me, you can always send me a message to check if it’s OK to do the thing.
I play with you, because I want to, and I trust your creative instincts. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing threads with you, plotting with you in asks and on Skype. If we’re playing, I want us to be equals, and I don’t want you to take a backseat to me.
I need you to share the story with me. Think about it like Pacific Rim.
RP is a partnership. If you don’t work with your partner, you can’t move the big damn robot. You can’t save the world from the giant monsters, and you cannot tell a story. If only one half of the partnership is moving, the robot will walk in circles, get tired and break down. You’ll lose the partnership, and the story will die.
Don’t let this happen. Be a partner. Tell the story together.
This Meme [♥] My character is hiding an injury. Send “let me see” call them out on it.
“Don’t touch me,” the alien snapped, a little more sharply than intended. His arms curled defensively over his side, putting pressure on the wound there, which bled steadily - likely further ruining a perfectly good shirt. He wasn’t afraid, not of dying anyway: it had been a grazing strike with an energy weapon, a bit of blaster fire - not unusual and nothing vital hit. It was more the idea of being caught in a vulnerable state, even by an ally, that made Turlough bristle and snap. Weak links that were no longer useful got left behind by the rest, that was the system he’d been brought up with. Why should he expect any different now?
This outing-turned-disaster hadn’t even been his idea. They never were, he reminded himself, a bit bitterly. Maybe next time they’d let him stay home.
