To All.

🫶💕 to all. <3

🫶💕 for all! <3

No you do not hear them fighting in the background over who gets first dibs.

📝 for a rule you think is important when it comes to role playing

Great question! A rule I try to follow as much as possible, "If you ever question how someone might respond, ask before you RP it." It could be as simple as "hey, can I move your character in this way?", or as big as "is it okay if a major event happens now?" Basically, anything you would be uncomfortable happening to your character without explanation, ask before you do it!

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

He was happy at how happy she was about the gift, and his ears were full at attention as she pinned it on, his eyes dropping to the scarf and--

Scars. Or one scar, he couldn't tell. But he could see it. The white scar tissue, and in that moment, he understood why she wore the scarf. Her reactions, the hesitation, the hurt, it all made sense. If someone, or something had hurt her that badly...

The kind archer wanted to reach out, to let her know that it was okay, to mend those broken pieces, and for a moment, his hand reached out as she stepped out of her home, but he pulled it back, clenching a fist as he brought it close to his chest. For a moment, he stood there, watching her as he tried to imagine what pain she had gone through, what had forced her to wear that scarf, and his ears flicked back, laying flat, as he slowly followed her, his face fallen for a moment, before he let that easy smile win out, spreading slowly as he closed the door behind him and looked for a--

"No lock!?" Kaleh'a glanced her way, then back to the door, and promptly placed both hands on his hips and turned to her fully, his tail swishing behind him in disbelief and mock anger. "That won't do! How can you call a house a home without some security?" He nodded to himself, and the feather bobbed with him as if in agreement, the archer striking out for New Gridania. "First things first! A door with a lock!"

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New Gridania was a bustling hub of commerce, transportation, and greenery, the archer strolling through the gates as he called out a hello to the Wood Wailer guard, the spearman just staring at the feather waving behind him and muttering something about "too good to be true", which Kaleh'a took as a compliment and grinned widely, heading towards the Twin Adders grand company in the back of the area, humming as he went but keeping close to his new White Mage friend, his words jovial as he said, "Well, it shouldn't be too difficult to get you in with me as a healer. And the great news is, you will likely be compensated! If not by them, then by me! Oh, and if they try to get you to sign up, don't be too surprised, they like to jump on everybody."

She had been holding up the little trinket so she could see it while it was attached to her scarf. The total disregard for the purpose of the scarf left the delicate skin of her neck exposed for a moment as she silently admired the accessory. Her relaxed posture quickly resumed it's more rigid and stoic form at his suggestion to leave. Cyra took her staff from the nook of her arm, gripping it with purpose as she readjusted the cloth around her neck. She shook her head to answer his question, unable to find her voice after a moment of such joy.

All she could do was offer a smile. With a quiet sigh, she stepped past him and back out into the mossy landscape that carpeted her home. There was no lock on the door to her domain. Living this far away from civilization meant she had little to worry about by the way of burglars or ruffians seeking to purloin her valuables. Not that she expected ne'er-do-wells to travel that far out of the way of more profitable prospects, but it was a concern when she first moved in.

For Both of your boys please! ;;; ""someone they view as a mentor"" (And why?)

Bryn:

He sits there for a moment, and thinks, and thinks, a look of consternation coming over his face, and then the tension easing with a sigh as his hand rubs over his beard.

"I can't believe I'm going to say the second one, so I'm starting with the first. First mentor was the Captain that led my scouting battalion. My parents and I, we had our differences. My father was a drunk, a firm believer that what he did in life would amount to nothing, so he did nothing. My mother did the best she could, but there is only so much a working woman can provide, especially when her work company was...less than scrupulous. Out of necessity I enlisted, and met that first real mentor, Captain Shay."

Bryn's gaze grew distant, his silvery eyes gleaming as he leaned against the table onto his forearms. "He was a gruff, no nonsense type of leader, and he whipped us all into shape quickly. He literally mentored us into warriors, into fighters, and took a personal interest in us all. For me specifically, he helped me become independent, shed that baggage of the past, and finally become...my own man. No longer the shadow of my father. He gave me a focus, a concentration, and when I showed affinity for scouting and rifles, he personally trained me. Even pushed me up to the rank of Sergeant so I could perform solo missions."

After a moment of retrospection, he groans again, and thunks his head down on the table, his voice muffled by his arms. "My other mentor would be Thancred." He lifted his head and grumbles out, "Despite his complete and utter lack of respect for authority or rank, he did a good job teaching me everything there is to know about spying, and blending into the shadows. His teaching methods were completely unacceptable and landed us in more danger than needed, but he did manage to get me to loosen up a little. I was a bit of a stickler for the rules back then and he taught me how to improvise."

He stares down the-layline-directory, his eyes gleaming, as he growls out, "If you even think of breathing a word of that to Thancred, I will show you exactly what he taught me in terms of interrogation tactics."

Kaleh'a:

"My mom!"

His answer was fast, smooth, and without a single ounce of hesitation, his feet swinging under the table. "She taught me almost everything I know! From archery, to Menphina, to cartography and trade. She wanted me to have a well rounded education, and she taught me so much.

"She also taught me how to be kind. To care and look out for those in need." His voice had softened, his eyes too, as his fingers interlocked in front of him on the table surface. "She taught me to look for the good, to always treat others with respect, and help wherever I can. It's always served me well. Even if I have been burned by it, and certainly had my kindness taken advantage of, I still wouldn't..." he paused, mused for a bit, and then smiled. "Yah I really wouldn't change anything. It is all what made me the man I am today. And I'm proud of that man."

He grinned, and chuckled out, "Oh and she taught me that too, self worth! She's a pretty great mom!"

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Whillow let the weight of his head fall into that strong palm, as if finding comfort in the gentle graze against his cheek. His voice was quiet, the softest it had been, spoken for the clarity of his aching core. “I have seen monsters in skin. You, have too.”

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The silence dragged on for that long moment, as Bryn swore he saw little aetherite gears working behind those silver eyes, his gaze holding them as he waited, hand still gently cupping his chin, keeping the shy little dragon where he was until the whispered words nearly knocked him over. His breath sucked in, his left hand, the scarred one, the one holding Whillow's chin, trembling slightly.

Scars are more than just marred skin. They are lessons, mistakes, or victories. Reminders of history, etched into your skin.

His shoulders sagged, his head dropping, his eyes closed as he took a shuddering breath, and let him continue, his eyes opening when they were mentioned, holding that gaze again, his heart rate slowing slightly, and then increasing beat by beat. The soldier's breaths were slow, steady, careful, as he watched a clawed hand scratched at scales, and he slowly reached out with his right hand, a finger trailing slowly over those scales, feeling the rough texture of them, the marred chitin scratching at his skin lightly as he trailed that finger up the half-dragon's side, his eyes never leaving his.

That last statement was far too true, the Sergeant shivering as he dipped his head and gritted his teeth. He had seen it, it was true, the horrors that man could accomplish, on their own people. His grip on Whillow's chin was loose now, no longer holding him, just there, soft, his, a low, deep sigh breathing out as he let his hand fall away from the dragon's side, his eyes almost seeming haggard as he slipped his hand up to cup the petite dragon's face, murmuring out, "I have seen. And I have fought them. Including the one within."

He leaned his head down, forehead to forehead, his breath soft as he continued, his words soft, halting and starting as he went. "I can't understand--don't understand your customs. But it doesn't mean I can't...try." His hand slipped back, around, to the back for Whillow's neck, holding him softly there, as he took a shuddering breath, and rumbled out more sure. "Anything wished...present or future. I'm going to hold you to that, Whillow." His eyes dipped, than back up, holding his gaze, his eyes slowly narrowing, before he muttered softly, "And I'm not going to ask you for your body. You get to decide if you offer that or not. I won't take it."

Which was right when Bryn realized how he was holding the gecko, how close he was, and the heat within rose to his face, eyes going a little wide, as he pulled back slightly, his hand slipping away from the scaled neck, still held out slightly, hovering in the air as if unsure what to do with it, clearing his throat calmly and glancing towards Featherflame, his trusty steed waiting patiently...and he swore the chocobo was looking at him with reproach.

first impressions matter a collection of meet cutes and meet uglys from yours truly. (add a “swap” to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

ankle, sender twists their ankle and stumbles forward, coincidentally falling into receiver's arms.

bark, a dog barks loudly, making sender jump and send their phone flying into receiver's face.

chips, sender and receiver both reach for the last bag of chips in the grocery store, their fingers touching by accident.

drink, sender chokes on their drink and ends up spitting it out all over receiver as they walk past.

emergency, in the middle of an awkward blind date, sender pretends to be receiver's friend and helps them get out of the date by faking an emergency.

french, sender pretends they can only speak french to get out of giving a stranger directions. receiver is a witness.

gift, sender is about to get scammed into overpaying for something before receiver steps in to help (and haggle).

hair, sender gets something they're wearing caught in receiver's hair and ends up yanking a chunk of it out when attempting to separate.

ice, sender is ice skating for the first time and skates uncontrollably in receiver's direction.

jail, sender and receiver are both thrown into the same holding cell at a police station.

kid, sender loses a child that they're caring for, only to end up finding them in receiver's company.

lock, sender crashes their ex's wedding, and receiver, a bridesmaid / groomsman, locks them both in the bathroom to prevent sender making a scene.

match, sender and receiver both end up being sat at the same table in a full restaurant.

nauseous, sender is drunk, and while receiver is attempting to help them, ends up throwing up all over receiver's shoes.

oops, sender is carrying a bag full of groceries that ends up breaking. receiver helps them pick their groceries back up.

plug, receiver walks into the bathroom to find sender stuffing tissues up their nose in an attempt to plug up a nosebleed.

quarter, sender doesn't have enough coins for the vending machine, so they stick their hand up the flap and gets their arm stuck just as receiver approaches.

rain, sender and receiver both get stuck under the same awning when seeking shelter from sudden rain.

shh, sender and receiver are both sitting beside each other at the movies. sender keeps whispering to themself every few minutes.

tooth, sender accidentally bites down too hard on their food, resulting in a tooth falling out and skittering across the floor to land at receiver's feet.

undone, the laces on sender's shoes ends up coming undone and they trip and fall, bringing receiver down with them and into the fountain beside them.

vacation, there's a problem with the booking of sender and receiver's hotel rooms and they end up having to share one. thankfully there are two beds.

woods, sender and receiver bump into each other in the woods. one of them is holding a shovel.

x-rated, in a bookstore, sender accidentally drops a few of the erotic books they were planning on purchasing on the floor, which receiver picks up.

yawn, sender, who is dressed down and has not yet slept, bumps into receiver, who is dressed up and just woken up, in line for coffee.

zap, sender calls out to receiver to ask for directions, but as it's late receiver mistakes sender for a creep and tases them.