Tread softly, for you tread upon my dreams.

But Sarah’s different, somehow. They’ve got so little in common and yet they’re so much alike and she’s more than a stranger, now. After last night, anyone would be.

"Are you just going to keep to the woods, then?" She speaks in between bites, picking berries into the palm of her hand and cups her fingers around them, then picks them up one by one to put them in her mouth. "Grow gardens and stuff?"

Her question had head lowering, gazing down thoughtfully as a look of sadness crossed her features. " Probably." She muttered, chin lifting as she glanced over at the plants that covered the counter across from her. " Not like I have much of a choice. Nature is a part of me, it follows me. If I were to go venturing off into a town or city and act normal it would still follow. I don't like the idea of people freaking out when plants suddenly 'come alive ' or I end up leaving a lil bit of nature on whatever I touch..." Lifting her hands she stared at her fingers, wondering...why? Why her? Why had she been forsaken with this...curse. But then she remembered, she's not alone. There are other people out there. People who have had it just as bad, if not worse.

Glancing over at Alia she smiled ever so slightly. " It would be different." She paused, her smile widening as she looked down. " Like...If I had someone to help, someone who wasn't afraid. I think I'd be a bit more confident."

She grew up around concrete roads and fake potted plants and trees that were growing only in spaces that people had designed for them to grow—this brings her thoughts about public parks and private gardens but it can’t really compare. This seems more alive, somehow, even though it’s also grown by touch.

Alia clutches the strange, green fruit in her hand and lets her eyes run over the many different leaves and colors and she can’t stop herself from thinking that Sarah can build up everything that she herself tears down. 

They’re completely different forces in that aspect.

She starts taking quiet steps around the kitchen again, reaching out to pick apples beneath the ceiling, and raspberries growing on tiny bushes. 

Finishing off the fruit in her hands she moved onto a bundle of grapes, staring out the window as the sun continued to rise. With a sigh she ran her hand through her hair, pausing as the other spoke. A soft little hum escaped, head turning to the side to glance over at her.

Thank you, by the way. Glad I found you here.

She takes the fruit that Sarah holds out to her in one hand, slowly turning it around in her palm, letting her fingers run over the green skin. “Do I, like, open it?” Using her nail, she gently peels off a part of the skin, big enough to take a bite.

"Oh, wow." It’s sweet and soft, different than anything she has eaten before—she picks off more of the skin and takes a bigger bite. She’s noticeably hungry from only eating an apple last night. "It’s amazing."

Picking out a seed from the pale fruit, she holds it up in between her fingers again, though her eyes are not on it—they’re moving around the room, still taking in all the greenery and things that shouldn’t be, but still are. 

Catching her gaze wandering the room her own followed, inspecting the vines that climbed the walls, the various roots that spread here and there.

You really did this? All of it?

Fingers lifted, finding a stray strand of hair that dared to fall out of place, tucking it behind an ear. What could this ' Marionette ' have been running from, she wondered. This man seemed just as odd as she was, if not a bit odder. The green flame he controlled wasn't natural, and that strange feeling she was getting told her gut there was so much more to him then what meet the eye.

Blinking back to the here and now she smiled cheekily, her gaze quickly darting downward. " Forgive me for staring, It's not often I find others wandering this far off from society. Bumping into people is..." She chuckled, looking up at him once more. " Something I usually try to avoid." Her voice lowered to a mutter. " Many fear what they cannot understand, or don't wish to."

oh god what did i do

When she finally wakes up the sky outside is already colored with the faint light of day. It doesn’t take her long to remember where she is; she never really forgot. Sitting up, she lifts her hands to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her clothes have dried off the rain but are wrinkled from the position she’s been sleeping in, and her hair is a mess. She looks around, and she’s alone.

The place is colder now that there’s no fire in the fireplace anymore—she pulls at the sleeves of her hoodie and gets up from the sofa, taking a few stumbling steps to find her balance while her body wakes up. Faint, quiet footsteps over to one of the windows, she peeks outside, and sees the woods painted in the rain drops from last night.

It’s time to go back, she reminds herself. Sarah had apparently already left, so she should get going, too. There are buses to catch and cities to explore and hopefully it will take a while before the next rain cloud passes over her head—until then she’ll return to normal.

She quickly turns around again when she hears a noise coming from somewhere further inside. 

Throwing a quick look at the ashes in the fireplace as she passes them, she peeks inside the empty doorway and what greets her is the sight of leaves and flowers like the forest itself stepped into the cabin. She takes a few more steps inside and pauses with one hand still on the doorframe.

Wow.

She turned, pausing mid chew to look to her far left, only to find a surprised Alia staring back. Quickly finishing the bite she had taken she smiled cheekily. " Well good morning!" Quickly she tugged the fruit out of her lap, resting the bundle of grapes and an orange to the side, slipping off the table. " I hope you're hungry." She mused, moving to the cabinets that were nearly consumed by various flora. " So, what'll it be?"

Almost as if she had been shocked she jumped, eyes going wide as a sudden ecstatic look formed. " I know just what you should try. " Turning back to the plants she let her fingertips graze the soft leaves, and as if by command buds burst into ripe fruit, but not any that were well known. This one was green, not a lime or apple, but something...different.

Staring down at her, he he tilted his head, green eyes narrowed and seemingly lifeless against the dull green the leaves around him were,  he wondered, since she stood shock still when the branch broke beneath her feet why she didn’t flee like the animals did, mind you, nothing come near him without the intention of being seriously hurt or…something incredibly similar.

Loki sat, hidden by the trees, he wasn’t entirely sure why he was hiding, he had a feeling it had something to do with Marionette running scared from something like he usually did, it was dark out, he used a small green flame to light what he was doing, he decided to climb higher into the tree and look around, trying get some sort of a grip on where he was, he stopped and looked down when he heard something move beneath the tree, he knew it wasn’t an animal, he could tell by the sound of it’s footsteps.

The vibrations were faint, but she steadily followed them. Bare feet carried her quietly, leaves tickling faintly across her skin as she neared. A light in the distance caught her eye, a star? No. It was too low to be a star. Squinting she moved closer, following it as it grew brighter. Leaves beneath her feat gave a soft crunch, causing her to pause. The movement never slowed, and thus she moved closer once again, nearing closer to the tree until she was righhht--

Snap.

His confusion was met with a cheeky smile, her gaze following his as he finally noticed what was going on around them. His shock was met with a soft chuckle, the words that followed causing it to escalate into a full blown laugh. " A green thumb? Oh that's not the half of it. There's so much I can do not even I'm sure of what all is possible. I once spliced a strawberry and a grape, do you know how weird that tasted? But it was so good." Really, could you blame her for being so enthusiastic? She could do what science couldn't in mere seconds. Heaven forbid they actually catch her one day...

And you know what I really, really, really hate? When your threads, good, character, plot thickening threads are dropped just so the mun can rp meaningless m/m sex. There’s honestly been times in the past where I’ve considred A) blocking people who do that constantly B) just giving up RPing in general because even though a lot of people say they want to RP with me…when you do a m/m smut thread and it gets over fifty notes in one night and all your other threads get maybe two a week…yeah I think you’re just saying that. 

Will the Mun’s of male characters get it? It’s a huge problem

What happens on tumblr is a DIRECT REFLECTION OF REAL LIFE.

If you think you’re helping women in the real world by ignoring female characters through role play, you’re so very wrong. It may be for fun and for relaxation but you’re still acting like women are a joke. It’s a direct reflection of what happens in the world. You’re not helping, really.

And another thing that bothers me, and I have found bothers other people, other gay men, is the fetishization in rp. It’s stupid, stop. Sex is sex, there really is nothing glamourous about gay, lesbian or straight sex. And if you don’t believe me, or think I’m blowing smoke, here is a great article on fandoms and fetishization of homosexuality.

BUT THE POINT IS

WHY THE FUCK DOESN’T ANYONE GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THIS

SERIOUSLY

i am so pissed.

When replying to your partner’s thread, only do so if you’re able to write the reply immediately. If you simply read it with the intent of replying later, I advise that you don’t read that post.

Why?

This has happened to me numerous times without fail, where out of sheer excitement I read, but didn’t post a response right away. I lose the muse and my character’s voice in my head, and the exact words I had in mind in response. It’s a vicious cycle that if fed into, will more than likely leave you with numerous unfinished replies in your drafts.

Without her she would probably still be curled up against the wall, without light or food or warmth, and with her hands still shaking. Maybe the storm would be fiercer, maybe the flashes of lightning would come more frequent—but they didn’t. Her hands rest folded on her stomach as she pulls her knees up to her chest, her head leaning back to rest against the sofa cushions.

But she doesn’t close her eyes right away. She’s left staring at the wall on the other side of the room where the orange light from the fireplace throws shadows that dances along with the movement of the flame. Her breaths are not hurricanes, her sighs do not make trees quiver, and after a while the flashes of light every time she closes her eyes disappear.

She wasn't sure entirely on how long she had slept, but at the faintest glimpse of daylight she was on her feet and outside. Feet carried her across dew covered grass, through the small veil of fog to the nearest tree, and once there she was climbing it. The branches under her fingers bent to her will, the ones under her feet easily keeping her balanced.

It was an impulse, something inside of her pulling her higher into the branches. Once above the tree line she finally stopped, back pressed against the smooth bark as she watched the clouds slowly from between two taller trees in the distance.

Beautiful.

A soft sigh escaped as the sun finally peeked over the horizon, creeping up along her dangling legs before completely consuming her in warm light. Closing her eyes she sighed, warmth wiping away the chill that had once filled her. Seconds ticked by into minutes before she finally left the tree, quickly returning to the cabin with a smile nearly as bright as the sun itself.

Quietly she stepped inside, peering at the couch where Alia rested-- and still did, good. A quick breath escaped as she padded her way through the now lit house, finding herself in the kitchen. A large window rested in front of a rusty sink surrounded on either side by cabinets. Across from that rested a small 'island', and across from that it broke into a small dining room.

Unable to help herself she soon found the room filled with life. Vines crept across the counters, up the cabinets and walls. Leaves opened as flowers burst to life, soaking up the sunlight that filtered in. The scent of vanilla and cocoa filled the room, leaving her with chills as she gave a wave of the hand. Blossoms budded and soon bore fruit of various sizes and types. Dangling from the walls, hanging from the ceiling.