Aiukli

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

These are limited resources that mainly deal with North America and English-speaking countries, because that’s the context I am coming from. If you have resources from other regions and other languages, I welcome them here, or anything from your local context. 

itsgoingdown.org/autonomously-and-with-conviction-a-metis-refusal-of-state-led-reconciliation/

Note: Each interpretation is a muns own vision and therefore muses should not be compared and criticized. Thank you for understanding. 

as usual, thanks to @the-blackfoot-contessa for the rec

We will stand with you in your continued battle to be recognized as legitimate human beings instead of the stereotypes perpetuated by Columbus and those that came after him.

Happy indigenous peoples day!

Alternatively, send “Wait! What are you doing!?” for my muse to shield yours from an attacker.

              Lengthy fingers twist and turn against his stomach, amber hues locking onto a single blade of grass below him. It sways with the cool evening breeze and he marvels, for a brief moment, at its graceful dance. Oh, yes, she had asked him to kiss her…. kiss her where again? If he wasn’t already seen as reserved and distant, the priest was very much so now but perhaps a bit more flustered. He finally lifts his gaze to her, vying for any more clarity on her command…. gentle asking? The priest has never kissed anyone, never been kissed by anyone, in any situation remotely close to romantic. Now he’s overthinking: will he do it right? Will she hate it?            He takes a shaking hand and apprehensively strokes her cheek, all with the fear that maybe, just maybe, that his flesh may burn against her own. And yet it doesn’t, he now successfully flattening his palm against her cheek and allowing his thumb to caress the space just below her eye. Bending at the waist, the jesuit leans towards her but hesitates. It’s only when he’s sick with apprehension that he decides to press a kiss, albeit awkward and rather lackluster against her own. He pulls away and offers her a concerned pair of amber eyes, as if to ask if everything was okay.

Natoma’s entire body seemingly caught fire with the gentle touch of Jon. Her fingertips moved to bury themselves within the confines of his shirt, tugging him closer to her body. His lips sent an electrical current, causing her skin to bristle in goosebumps. The kiss was short and sweet, her dark caramel eyes searching the amber ones before her when they parted. She seemed to hesitate a brief moment before tugging him closer, making sure no gaps were between them. Slowly and carefully, Natoma pressed her lips against his fully. Her heart raced with every single second that seemed to pass through, not wanting it to end for any second.