The Calm Storm's A-Coming

[ Oddly enough, yes. Do you mind helping me out? I’ve only been able to find a few so far. Random names and the such.]

@bcrnt-petcls

[ Just a few…. ]

After a few moments thinking it over, gaze flipping between the crushed cans here and there, he brings his answer to his hands. [I would not mind one, as long as I may keep an eye on you, my other.] He gives a small eye-close smile with the end of the statement.

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

(Sharing anything the mun wants to RP one day)

By now Mara has gone oddly quiet, her body stiff and unmoving. However, her body is like a furnace, flaring and spiking. It shouldn’t hurt Spark, but the lashing flames might damage some nearby items. She’s practically huddled against Spark now, refusing to budge even an inch.

Another sun-less day underground, though not also a quiet one. Behind a cracked door of a tavern tucked away in New Home, an elemental and his friends are busy at work. The Port In A Storm pub…tavern, whatever have you, is currently in the middle of its lunch rush. The crowd, very noticeably divergent from the usuals over in Snowdin, are all happily milling away with conversation, food and drink being liberally dispersed by the wait staff. Spark, the owner of this fine location, works silently and efficiently from behind the bar, flagging down his employees with ease, hand signs flying to and fro to get orders and requests over the din made by the others currently present. A lull, thankfully, finds itself upon our younger elemental, sliding down a mixed drink of choice for one of his newer guests. He closes his eyes, chest puffing out slightly as if taking a steadying breath, before opening to continue his vigil for orders. @frosttheelemental

He’d wait till the other acknowledged him, taking a moment to peer once more towards whatever menu they place had to offer. If none, deciding to elect on some simple, generic whisky. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome by requesting things the pub didn’t have nor ruin his introduction by seeming too snobby for what they might have.

He quickly puts his gaze back to Frost, continuing. [I am sorry: What can I get you?]

Kissing them on the cheek

A storm has suddenly taken over the area, and is occupying in force. A snap decision was made while the pair were walking home from this or that, Spark leading Mara over to his home. Being especially mindful of his friend’s element and possible very-bad-reaction to water, he, once the water made its presence known, had shucked his suit-coat, and is holding it above his firey companion as a makeshift umbrella, as he cuts a quick trail to his place. He would hurriedly take a hand to lever the door handle open, and push over the threshold, allowing Mara inside, revealing his living space very easily with a look around. His place is, unsurprisingly, not very visually loud, or very exciting, though it is very home-y. A lot of cool blues and grays for the wall colors, a sprinkling of armchairs and a couch sitting silently around his living room, one with a book sitting on its seat. A mantelpiece over a cold fireplace would hold a frame-to-frame line of photos across from them. Spark, unconsciously stepping around to hang up his now drenched coat onto a dark-wood hat rack, turns about to face his admittedly unexpected guest, first addressing their health and safety, the big caring softie he is.[Are you okay, did the water get to you much?]@bcrnt-petcls 

Inside her dream, Mara stands on the battlefield again, chaos surrounding her. Its not as bad, since she comes back here so often. Her flames burn silver-white, and she watches the battle with a sort of cold disdain. Helmet in one arm and swords in the other, she places the helmet on her head and heads into battle. Same dance, same story. Same outcome.

He carefully closes the book, and retracts his hands, moving his arms to try and more securely hold Mara, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort as he can.

If you had to choose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?  What’s your sweetest RP experience so far?  How many drafts are you stalling with this meme?  If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?  Is there something you really would want to write? What about not wanting to write something? What made you decide to write this muse? If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?  How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?  In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you? Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot RP? What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?  Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?  Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses?  Tell us about your day. How many ships do you have on this blog?  Is there some character/mun you want to ship with? Would you say you’re a decent roleplayer or do you have any self doubts?  Give us a rough estimate: How much time have you spent on your graphics? (icons, theme, banners, promos, etc)  Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?  Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?  Tag someone you love/look up to! If you could live in the world of your muse(s) would you?  Are there any muse(s) you miss roleplaying?    What is an AU you really want to play with your muse?  Which tropes do you find overused/boring?  Who is your favorite muse to RP? (Includes past muses.)  What advice would you give to a new RPer?  What does your URL mean?  How involved are you in your rp community?  What do you do when you get writer’s block?  Have you even encountered any partners that threw a tantrum at you?  What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?  Have you managed to stay away from drama?  What’s your RP pet peeve?  What has made you completely lose your chill?  What do you think about public call out posts?  Thoughts on duplicates following you?  How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?  Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently RPing in?  What RP trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?  What’s something you enjoy? Be it a food, a band, etc. What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc. 

She blushes, twirling some of her flame like a lock of hair. While the two of them were already dating, it was kind of nice to hear it outright like that. [ Well……. I suppose I could try. No guarntees though. ] Mara winks, with a sly smile.

The kiss is a simple peck on the other’s “lips”, or at least where they would have been if he had a mouth. She blushes slightly, but feels triumphant in the sense that she was the one who managed to dupe the other for once. @elemental-spark

The kiss is a simple peck on the other’s “lips”, or at least where they would have been if he had a mouth. She blushes slightly, but feels triumphant in the sense that she was the one who managed to dupe the other for once. @elemental-spark

A storm has suddenly taken over the area, and is occupying in force. A snap decision was made while the pair were walking home from this or that, Spark leading Mara over to his home. Being especially mindful of his friend’s element and possible very-bad-reaction to water, he, once the water made its presence known, had shucked his suit-coat, and is holding it above his firey companion as a makeshift umbrella, as he cuts a quick trail to his place. He would hurriedly take a hand to lever the door handle open, and push over the threshold, allowing Mara inside, revealing his living space very easily with a look around. His place is, unsurprisingly, not very visually loud, or very exciting, though it is very home-y. A lot of cool blues and grays for the wall colors, a sprinkling of armchairs and a couch sitting silently around his living room, one with a book sitting on its seat. A mantelpiece over a cold fireplace would hold a frame-to-frame line of photos across from them. Spark, unconsciously stepping around to hang up his now drenched coat onto a dark-wood hat rack, turns about to face his admittedly unexpected guest, first addressing their health and safety, the big caring softie he is.[Are you okay, did the water get to you much?]@bcrnt-petcls 

A storm has suddenly taken over the area, and is occupying in force. A snap decision was made while the pair were walking home from this or that, Spark leading Mara over to his home. Being especially mindful of his friend’s element and possible very-bad-reaction to water, he, once the water made its presence known, had shucked his suit-coat, and is holding it above his firey companion as a makeshift umbrella, as he cuts a quick trail to his place. He would hurriedly take a hand to lever the door handle open, and push over the threshold, allowing Mara inside, revealing his living space very easily with a look around. His place is, unsurprisingly, not very visually loud, or very exciting, though it is very home-y. A lot of cool blues and grays for the wall colors, a sprinkling of armchairs and a couch sitting silently around his living room, one with a book sitting on its seat. A mantelpiece over a cold fireplace would hold a frame-to-frame line of photos across from them. Spark, unconsciously stepping around to hang up his now drenched coat onto a dark-wood hat rack, turns about to face his admittedly unexpected guest, first addressing their health and safety, the big caring softie he is.[Are you okay, did the water get to you much?]@bcrnt-petcls 

[ I’m guessing you don’t need umbrella much. ] The flame elemental signed this with a smirk as she also gestured towards Spark. It might be a good idea to change the subject.[ After all, wasn’t that one of your relatives? ] It was a cheesy sort of joke she got all the time, but it wouldn’t hurt to alleviate his (and her) worries with a little joke.