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6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

‘indifference’ would be a more appropriate term than ‘rejection’. Elodin wasn’t always as he is now, but he was never normal either. There was always that part of him that was beyond the understanding of others and likewise, there were many parts of others that he couldn’t relate to. His mother wasn’t sure what to make of him, even as a child and so a distance was kept between them. With his father absent for his entire life, it’s safe to say that he didn’t exactly have a relationship with either parent and was actually rather content to just be on his own.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

While he was still a student he held the foolish belief that excelling in his field would be met with something other than declarations of his insanity and being locked in a big stone tower. Hilarious, right? He really should have known better. People always fear that which they cannot control or understand. As it is, he holds no more such beliefs and prides himself in his pessimism so that he’ll never again be so disappointed by the idiots who surround him. It’s better to expect the worst and be prepared than it is to hope for the best and be struck down.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

He’s evasive at the best of times, choosing to ignore or avoid the source of his stress entirely if he can. However, there are situations where he faces the things that stress him head-on and walks right through them, such as visiting his former student. It’s a distressing situation, yet he faces it because he believes that doing so is more important than how it makes him feel. There are other situations, such as the ‘Burning Hemme’s Clothes’ incident, in which he behaves more passive-aggressive than anything. His emotions are mercurial and he himself is quite unpredictable, so really it depends on how much the person or situation that’s stressing him means to him.

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

Oh boy, so much. Elodin finds so much stupid and so he loves to ridicule so much. He enjoys picking at social constructs and conventions as well as those who behave in overtly self-important manners or are boring and close-minded. He absolutely loves to burst egos and clash with people. Picking on fools is most definitely a favored hobby of his.

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

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Me? Have good things to say about Jay? It must be a day ending in Y!

I don’t even know how to cram all the good things I have to say about Jay into one post. I was directed their way by a mutual friend of ours, to whom I had lamented to about Luna not having enough royal friends. I’d never read the book series that Adolin is from, but I sent Jay an ask to seeing if they’d like to do anything, and that started us off on...such a fun journey together.

Not only have Adolin and Luna grown together in ways they both deserve, but Jay and I are friends and talk nearly every single day and have done so for over a year now. Whether it’s plotting, chatting about our nerds, talking about our days, laughing over dumb shit, getting salty together - whatever comes to mind, Jay’s always been here. How does one live without a Jay in their life? Fingers crossed I’ll never find out.

What’s also amazing is that Jay has taken their time to understand my Luna in a way so few others do, and it’s just awesome. It’s difficult sometimes to feel like people really pay attention to or read even the tl’dr version of my main verse for Luna or any of my headcanons and such, but that’s never the case here, and I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned how much that means to me. Also, Jay helps come up with situations, what-ifs, scenarios, and questions that help me understand Luna deeper, too; I get to really see how she’d react in different circumstances, and it’s wonderful. For the first time in the almost three years I’ve been writing Luna, I haven’t gotten quite this dynamic of situations to put her in. They’ve helped me grow as a writer, and helped Luna grow as a muse. I love it. I live for it.

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

The absolute biggest is hardcore purple prose. It’s heinous. At best it comes off like autogenerated bot text, at worst, snotty and elitist (because a lot of these people are stuck up and like to spam the word “literate” as if there’s an illiterate RP blog on this website; what they mean is, “I’m on par with the Classics, prole” and they’re invariably wrong). What good writing isn’t is shitting out 200 words broken up with bizarre messletters fonts, lists of synonyms for eyes and parenthetical references to greek myths or other completely irrelevant poetic devices, when all your muse just fucking did was blink. 

Rule One: Omit Needless Words. Not fucking “Add More of Them”. 

This isn’t any kind of vague btw. I straight up don’t associate with people I can’t comprehend. 

☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

Yes, it was @misplacedheroics, and she continues to abuse me to this day. One time she forced me to snort juice out my nose.For real though, two sides of this; that was one time I “knew” someone was abusive based on info fed to me by someone else that turned out to be incorrect. On the flip side, I’ve second guessed myself and extended chances to people I already had a bad feeling about and it turned out to be a small brain decision. I don’t fuck with actually abusive people, so the consequences are never huge, but one of my muses did get shoved into two different unwanted, pretty terrible ships because I was Too Concerned That I Might Be Being Mean to say no. One of them got ugly/messy because I wrote more of a different ship (one I was in on purpose, not through coercion). :/Thankfully both those blogs got abandoned not long after hehe uwu

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

:))))))))) I don’t actually go full ham often :))))) but :)))))))))))))))))))

Once upon a time :)))) someone actually thought :)))))) they could word for word, copy and paste, steal two thirds of summoners-path’s about page and a bunch of their posts :))))) only tweak it to be blonde and exclusively gay :)))) slap a new name on it and call it an OC :))))) so they could ugly ship it with a disgustingly ooc canon muse their irl partner had been making a mess of for a week or so :))))))) then start throwing shit at the walls, making up accusations of art theft they’d been proven to have committed themselves and :))) and they actually thought they’d get away with it :))))

✂ - a vivid memory

  She did it on purpose; she knew the purifier would kill her if she went inside, but she did it faster than he could turn around and say I’ll do it. Maybe she thought such a high dose of radiation might finally send him feral. Maybe she did it out of a sense of pride, or familial honour. Regardless, the image of her standing on the other side of the airlock is burned into his memory. He saw her inhale, standing before the activation keypad. Madison was panicking over the intercom, something about how it had to be activated now or never. But she took her time. Four numbered keys, pressed as if she’d never touched worn plastic before, because she never would again. He saw her shift, then decide against it. She had been turning back to look at him. Somehow, he knew that. Rather than do it, she kept her eyes fixed forward, back to him. He thought he could see her smile in her reflection in the glass in front of her face. Then her smile was gone, and for a fraction of a second, it was replaced by a mixture of confusion and - nausea, maybe? - before he couldn’t see her at all, because she was face down on the floor. Madison said she was lucky. Any less and it would have taken days for the same thing to happen.

✈ - an eye-opening memory

  The chain link fence was cutting patterns into his back as he leaned against it, but it was nothing compared to the constant chafing of the collar around his neck. Just loose enough that it pulled whenever he moved; so that he never forgot it was there. All the same, the sun was shining, he’d acquired a few smokes from a dumb slaver’s pocket, and Paradise Falls wasn’t an irradiated shithole; not like the place he’d been sent the day before. See if there’s anything valuable down there, they said. Fuck. There was nothing there at all besides a bunch of faintly glowing mushrooms.  His eyes closed, he sank further back against the fence, daring to enjoy the moments’ peace while his master was sat at the bar, causing an argument, probably. He’d get sunburn before long, he thought, and his hand touched a spot on his face under his left eye, where the sun seemed to be hitting extra hard. His fingers came away wet. Sitting up sharply, he bowed his head against the sun’s glare and found blood on his fingertips. His skin moved oddly as he touched it again, almost sliding with his fingertips. His heart seemed to still, as if it would rather quit now than know what it was being told. Ah... so, now what? He could only wait. Either to die, or to not die. To never die. At least god had a sense of humour.

✌ - a memory of a relative

  Martha had a collection of dolls. They weren’t all dolls. Some of them were teddy bears, or doll parts, or spoons, or forks. Whatever passing merchants brought. Charles found her bedroom creepy. Plastic legs with grubby bows tied around them next to cutlery with faces scratched into the metal with knives sharp enough to slice a real eye out.

  That’s how many children we’ll have, she said, As many as I have dolls up there. So we can keep America alive.

  She said it with an empty-sounding contempt, a poor mimicry of their mother. Andale was the last town in the Capital Wasteland worth preserving. Maybe in all of the United States. So it was their job to keep it, and keep it well, or so said their parents. Charles didn’t really know if he wanted to marry Martha -- it seemed strange to him, but Jack was going to marry Linda, so at least he wouldn’t be alone. That left Bill -- poor Bill, all alone. Unless he married one of Jack and Linda’s children. Or one of his. 

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING; // ACCEPTING

Do I Follow Them?: UM YES OBVIOUSLY I WAS ACTUALLY FOLLOWING JAY’S AURON BLOG BACK WHEN I RAN MY LOGHAIN BLOG LIKE 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO, BEFORE I EVEN MET JAY WTF 

Why Did I Follow Them?: I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHY ORIGINALLY BUT I followed this blog back when we were in a cosmere RP group together. It kinda fell apart, which is hella sad ;-; but Jay and I are still basically inseparable at this point? So it’s not like we just weren’t gonna write together anymore xD

Do We Role Play?: DO WE ROLEPLAY JFC ONLY LIKE ALL THE TIME I LOVE WRITING WITH JAY AND WE TALK ALL THE TIME ON DISCORD TOO AND LEGIT JAY IS EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD A++++ FRIEND A+++++ RP PARTNER WTF HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY XD

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: I MEAN. If I didn’t then clearly I’m going about it the wrong way, right? Of course I do. There’s always more to be written. I LOVE Jay’s writing style and I love screaming over discord every time either of us sends out a reply.  XD Our threads are so important to me

An AU Idea For Our Muses: HECK do you even know all the AUs we could have. I have a fucking boatload of muses and I can stick any of them ANYWHERE. But, for example, modern AUs are always fun. The little bit of modern stuff we’ve done consisted of holiday stuff in which Kaladin was broke as fuck, panicking about what to get the guy who has literally everything and legit bought Adolin a loaf of sourdough bread and a keychain. My boys.

A Song For Our Muses: HAHAHA WHICH ONES Halo - Starset ( KADOLIN )Winter’s Coming (For Jien and Vel)

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Yes. Absolutely. Quite a few of them.

What I Think About The Mun:  JAY IS SO WONDERFUL OKAY I AM NOT WORTHY. Honestly, I’ve lost a lot of friendships through blogs, as my attention tends to wander and my life has a way of fucking me up for a while, but Jay legit???? Stuck with me through all of it???? Like???? I wasn’t on my Kaladin blog for a while and they came over to my Loghain and wrote with me there??? We still talked even after the group had disbanded???? I got real fucked up over some sad family stuff and they talked me through it???? Like how the hell is such an amazing friend even real. Honestly HONESTLY I’m so glad that you’re still around and putting up with my gay antics like. THEY MADE ME BRACELETS. WE HAVE MATCHING SHIRTS.

Overall Opinion: THE LITERAL BEST. MY COSMERE BFF. INCREDIBLE TO WRITE WITH AND TALK TO THEY’RE SO GREAT WTF. ALSO ADOLIN IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER AND EVEN IF YOU DON’T KNOW THE BOOKS, I HIGHLY RECCOMEND. I CANNOT RECCOMEND ENOUGH TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I ADORE BOTH MUN AND MUSE.

Unpopular opinion meme -- 

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THIS IS ANOTHER HARD ONE... 

     Renarin Kholin, the best of all younger siblings, enjoys dunking on Adolin about his relationships, his taste in wine (I mean, really, who choses their wine solely based on color? There are other factors!), Adolin’s absolute inability to lie convincingly or hide things, and gently but most of all, he’s quick to point out that when Adolin feels he isn’t good enough, he’s the only one. Because Renarin knows his brother, probably better than anyone does, he can tell when Adolin’s insecurities are getting to him and he doesn’t shy from reassuring him bluntly that whatever idea he’s got in his head isn’t fact.