PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted Dialogue

"Just like how water flows throughout the Earth, life simply flows."

Dash Game: Behind the Mun

NAME: Sian

PRONOUNS: Any

MOST ACTIVE MUSES: Satoru Gojo tbh but it's rally a Russian roulette on any given day who I am in the mood for. You tell me

EXPERIENCE: I've been writing online for about twenty years if I'm being honest and up front. I got mmy first real start on Gaia Online and Livejournal, though I was passing rolepalys back and forth in notebooks with friends well before that. I know that dates me, but I think it speaks to my length and variety of experience at least.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: I'll be frank and say I really don't care for fluff at all. If I had to choose one of these three I guess I'd say angst, but my real preference is action adventure with a healthy dose of romance. Think Pirates of the Caribbean or The Mummy. Something dramatic and exciting with a classic love story. ...God that dates me too doesn't it?

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: It really depends on my mood. I love writing long replies, but I am not always capable of them, between my mental and physical health. Ideally I'd be consistently somewhere in the middle, but consistency is not something I can promise in good faith. I'll accept anything from my partner though! Historically I have written both novella style roleplays and short form, script formatted roleplays- so I'm quite flexible. I'm even down for experimental POVs. I'll follow the leads I'm given.

PET PEEVES: My biggest one is when a partner is not vibing with something that we are doing and doesn't tell me about it at all or until well after the fact. It makes me feel guilty for giving them a bad experience while also causing me to doubt my own abilities and tastes. It just feels bad. I guess lack of communication in general is my worst ick. I don't like not knowing things. If I've upset you, tell me. If you're losing interest in what we're doing, or need to change directions, tell me. If you just plain need a break from interacting at all that's totally fine but TELL ME. I get really self conscious and it sucks not knowing if I'm the reason someone is unhappy or a story has stalled. Please just talk to me and we'll work whatever it is out. In return I'll show you the same courtesy.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: Lord Jesus I hope not LOL. Just kidding, not all my muses are like Mahito and Sukuna, and even in their cases, there are things we share. I think there's a little of everyone I write in me or I wouldn't be able to do what I do, right? If I'm just speaking on the muses I have, I'll put it like this- I have Mahito's cynicism and curiosity, but Yuji's hope, sense of humor, and taste in film. Like Gojo and Sukuna, I feel like there are only a few people who really get me and I get restless when I feel like I don't have someone who can match my energy and interests. I often feel like I can't ever go all out in expressing myself and it's stifling. Like Chouso, I want to be a pillar that my loved ones can lean on and stand behind. Like Uraume, I have people in my life I will turn into an absolutely feral asshole for, and our relationships have the potential to be a huge part of my personality, sometimes in detrimental ways. With Megumi I can self isolate and feel hopeless about my potential for growth, but I keep trying in spite of that. (I also love animals so fucking much.) I often joke with my friends that I'll empathize with a corn chip and it's really true. I feel like I can relate to just about anyone, even if it's not always flattering or healthy. But conversely I do also learn a lot about myself by writing different characters so it's not all bad I guess.

TIME TO WRITE: Errrrrm. Damn that's rough. I work 8-5PM Mon-Fri, EST but I'm not always available outside those hours either depending on how I'm feeling. One of the downsides of writing with me is that I don't keep normal hours because my brain is a bag of cats. The best time to catch me is probably between 6AM-7PM Saturday and Sunday, but there are tiems during the week I'll be available too. Just not as often. That's strictly with regards to RP though. If you want to chat or plot I'm highly responsive on DMs 95% of the time. I have severe ADHD and don't always have regular access to my meds so my energy levels and attention spans fluctuate. I'll always let you know where I am at and what to expect though.

Hopefully all that wasn't severely discouraging! Hit me up if I didn't scare you off.

TAGGED BY: @summer-esotericist TAGGING: who the heck ever

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A Lick and a Promise

@knot-ee Yuji's head was pounding as he came to, a cracked stone ceiling swimming into view. Where was he? Something beneath him creaked unpleasantly when he rolled onto his side- a thin dirty mattress. He blinked a few times and rubbed at his aching eyes with the heels of his palms before looking up to take in his surroundings properly. He already knew what he'd find before it all came into focus. Another damn jail cell. "Oh come on." The complaint was voiced to no one in particular, except for maybe whatever capricious and mean spirited god oversaw his existence. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the cot, and running a hand through his hair-fisting it at the back in frustration. At least they hadn't cuffed him this time- but that also meant whoever brought him in felt pretty surely about the security of his cell. Sure enough- the bars looked just about brand new and the lock on the door appeared equally as up to date. No one was even standing guard, so either they were positive about him staying where he was put or no one much cared if he did or not. Yuji didn't feel like testing which it was. Nothing made a man look guiltier than trying to break himself out of prison.

Heaving a sigh he cast a cursory glance around and was relieved to find a tin cup of water along with a plate of some meager offerings sitting on a rickety stool beside the cot. He eagerly emptied the glass and then allowed his attention to extend beyond the bars to the rest of the immediate area. It was a typical jail- not a prison, thankfully. There was only one other cell beside his- empty and a desk in a far corner beyond that. Yuji recognized from past experience, the settings of an attached sheriff's office. Odd to find it empty, but he didn't mind having a moment or two alone to collect his thought and try to piece together what had happened. A few hazy images crossed his mind- the warm interior of a well kept bar, a few friendly faces turning sour. The barrel of a gun between his eyes. And now it was rushing back all at once. Another bank robbery with his name smeared all over it- and this time it hadn't been clean. Three people wounded and one dead. Never mind that Yuji had been two towns over at the time- it was his face people remembered, clear as anything. Just like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and- Shit. He really couldn't go anywhere these days. A certain someone had made sure of that. He buried his face in his hands again and wracked his brain for a better excuse than "It wasn't me."

MY SON IS BACK

You went hard, and you did fine

You been outside, been outside

So go ahead and do it one more time

//Okay, I think I can be up and running finally! Asks and submits are open. Feel free to shoot me a message if you're interested in plotting but know I may be slower than normal due to mandatory overtime at my job.

I'm so sorry that you have to have a body

One that will hurt you, and be the subject of so much of your fear

It will betray you, be used against you, then it'll fail on you my dear

It can't be unlearned

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you