| [Open RP] You are Invited! |
[19 Aug 2014|07:58pm] |
... or not. Regardless, you are here, and you have a purpose. A party never hurts, surely, specially when there's no dress code. Socializing is good in the same manner as gathering information. Getting away from life's humdrum moments is just as good as taking the chance to shut yourself away in one of the manor's many rooms. You can get lost in the architecture and design of the place, or be drawn towards the more secret corners of the old (or not so old) structure. With the music, the laughter, and the intrigue, fill your mind, your bellies and your hearts -- this gathering is for you!
On an OOC note, this is my (AC) little meme to have her Plurk timeline friends play with each other, seeing as to how there are those who share love for the same canons and *gasp!* they don't know each other! Of course, I'll be tagging around too :D!
( Prompts! )
- Comment with your character, stating their name and canon.
- Feel free to specify your preferences, or write up a starter based on any of the prompts above.
- Tag around and have fun!
- As an additional note, it's perfectly okay to tag with a journal with little to no icons; it's okay to tag with a proxy journal (ie. you use a journal for Character-A from X-Canon, or even your personal journal to play Character-B from Y-Canon). All we need is you and your creativity!
- This meme is also available on Dreamwidth.
- Questions? Direct them here!
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| Wipe your feet and hang your coat on the peg... |
[23 Apr 2024|11:59pm] |
... and welcome to AC's musebox and general RP-related collective, otherwise known as Rattled Muses. This is where AC dukes it out with the tenants in her head -- she gives them space, and they give her headaches and endless hours of entertainment.
Said hours are as endless as the rent being paid by the muses.
So what can be found here? The most interesting part would have to be my Character List; my Contact Post for us to toss around ideas (characters need a social life now and then) or to simply drop me a line; my anon-enabled HMD post; and of course, the random open meme-like posts.
I can mostly be found hanging around on WordPress and on Plurk.
With that said, enjoy your stay! ♥
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| HMD |
[23 Apr 2024|11:58pm] |
As it says on the tin, this is where you are welcome to give me feedback (good, bad, and all the shades in between) with regards to my playing my characters here on InsaneJournal. I figure I'd centralize all feedback in one post so that I can easily find all things feedback-related, and that I can mentally collate what I need to improve on in general.
Please don't forget to indicate which character you're referring to, and the thread(s) which prompted your feedback -- that would be really helpful!
With regards to criticism, needless to say, being constructive goes a long way, and I'm always open for discussion to improve my game.
IP logging is OFF, screening and anonymous comments are ON.
Thank you for your time!
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| Contact Post |
[23 Apr 2024|11:57pm] |
Any character of mine that caught your eye? Got ideas on how your character and mine can make wonderful things/music together? This post is for you!
Or heck, if you just want to get in touch with me for whatever reason and you found this post, hooray! \o/
Your options are:
- this post
- PM this account
- email (piyomon [dot] aethracaelis [at] gmail [dot] com)
- Plurk
Looking forward to hearing from you :D!
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| [Open RP] The Springtime Meme |
[14 Mar 2013|12:11am] |
It's springtime! The days are getting lighter and flowers are starting to bloom, and everywhere people are starting to look forward to summer. There is however a lot of things to do in spring as well, so why not enjoy the season while it lasts?
Rules
One ➟ Comment with your character and preferences in the header.
Two ➟ Reply to others. Use RNG to decide on a scene, or just pick one.
Three ➟ Tag around and have fun!
( Prompts )
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| [Open RP] The affectionate physical contact meme |
[30 Dec 2012|04:04pm] |
the affectionate physical contact meme you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.
➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject. ➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario. ➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want!
( Choices! )
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| [RP] Should've been sitting still. |
[28 Dec 2012|01:46pm] |
[ There were many things that Kohran can't stand: injustice, inconsideration, and most of all, standing idly by when she knows there's something she can do to help.
Such is the case for a little gathering put together by Marina. Since the Wardens aren't the most cooperative, much less sympathetic, more hands are needed to get decoration and food together.
Kohran is in the end stages of recovering from a light sprain on her ankle, but that doesn't stop her from getting up a ladder and helping in hanging up bits and bobs of festive décor. While thankfully, Kohran has good enough balance, her exaggerated care backfires, in which she misses a rung in the ladder on the way down. She only manages a gasp before she feels herself making her way towards a fresh new injury. ]
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| [RP] Warm nights can still be chilly. |
[20 Mar 2012|11:10pm] |
[ It is one of those evenings where sleep eluded Sasha, no matter how hard she tries to chase it. Grecian summers are hot and humid, such as that the crisp sheets of her soft bed in her villa feel as if they are suffocating her. And yet when she pulls them away, it would only be a matter of time until her body registers the chill and she feels compelled to tug them back again.
The weather however is but a flimsy excuse for her restlessness, what of dreams of snow and fire; of ice-firm hands and warm bodies, of cool breaths and liquid heat, and of him. She does not want to open her eyes as she held onto the addictive emotions and sensations brought about by the dream, and yet sleep would not come to her.
-- but if sleep could not, perhaps she can summon those feelings again. Her own hand touch her neck, fingers trailing about the low neckline of her nightgown, while the other veers lower. Through the fabric, her fingers trace where his touch and his kisses might have been, as she silently wishes that it were his hands, his lips on her skin... ]
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