WARRIOR OF LIGHT

        MEIKO MOCHIKOKO

              SISTER. DANCER. SCION OF THE SEVENTH DAWN. ENDWALKER.

DON'T LEAVE.

DON'T ABANDON THE FFXIV RPC PLEASE

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

Munday Meme

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

Not quite. I'm rather up front about things. I will, however, leave room for the other mun to miss some cues if necessary.

Example: Years ago, I wrote a scene where Meiko was clearly not OK. The other muse pushed, and she reassured them she was fine. I didn't say in the meta bUT SHE WAS HOLDING BACK TEARS to help tell the other mun what to do! Because when humans are interacting with each other, sometimes one is really good at masking (and Meiko can be). So I was testing: If I don't make it obvious, will the other mun/muse try to read between the lines?

They did not, they took it at face value and continued the scene, which was disappointing. But that, again, is also a fair response.

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

Oh my god, all the time. I reread old threads and drabbles plenty of times and make myself very upset. It's cathartic and tells me I'm doing well (IMHO)!

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

Man, I don't know. I've written so much stuff across so many blogs and original projects. It's hard to rank them and also hard to conjure them up on command. I had a very slow burn ship that took ages for them to get together, and the drama push/pull was pretty emotional. But also I cry every time I think about how Meiko viewed her self-worth at the beginning of the MSQ too?

Regarding personal grooming, Meiko didn't really do it very much... until she was recruited by Nashmeira. Nashmeira has high standards for her performers, especially the dancers, and so Meiko was introduced to some very thorough waxing routines. If asked, she would compare that initial pain as worse than the injuries from Zenos that left her bedridden all throughout the initial Azim Steppe part of Stormblood!

Munday Meme

Already answered but I have another answer!

Munday Meme | Accepting

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

As far as I'm concerned, there are far too many horrors happening in the current world for me to hone in too hardcore on strictly angst or anything overly negative!

But the right kind of roleplay to me is a blend of everything; I don't follow genres as much as I do character narratives and relationship growth. So if twisting a knife in a muse's heart will help develop them as a person, then I guess I'm gonna do that!

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

I love a variety of fantasy tropes and cliches! Arranged marriages, royal x bodyguard, extravagant complicated quests, anything to do with the fae folk, ballroom parties, courtly intrigue~

And also yandere. I fucking love yandere characters. I love me some sick little freaks. 🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

I know that isekai tropes are very common, especially in the RPC so I a not yucking anyone's yum!

I just personally am fatigued by the idea of trying to fit someone say, from present day USA into feudal Japan or whatever, because it's like trying to figure out how to do time travel in a way that won't fuck up the timeline or the setting. I really like to plan every little thing out so everything makes sense; it's rare that I let my overactive imagination just handwave shit.

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

Everywhere! Music, other media, hell even those shitty cliche webtoon comics that are like a carousel ad on Instagram. I have a tendency to hear a concept and my brain starts running with: HOW WOULD I CHANGE THIS? HOW WOULD I MAKE IT BETTER? WHO WOULD SUIT THIS SITUATION? Like a little hamster on a wheel that just ingested a pound of cocaine.

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

I have a Pinterest board with 60 Sections, each one an OC, and that's not even covering all my canon muses. So I do those instead of moodboards.

Apate offered a weak smile, shaking her head.

Mei had always known that life wasn't fair, but this situation was truly barrel-bottom shite.

As a child, she had naively hoped she had endeared herself enough to the crew of the Cursed Corsair to prevent being sold. She rarely argued or spoke back to anyone and followed orders no matter how ghastly they were. For all intents and purposes, she had been a good little lass.

And then when her tits started to come in, they sold her off. Not even Setsuko batted an eye at the decision -- and she was the bitch that had named and raised her!

Even if it was naive to believe that slavers could grow a heart, it still felt like a betrayal.

Tacitus had been a better master, even if he saw his acquisitions as little more than dancing dolls. Better to be painted dolls than warm holes. When she heard (and he had proved) that he did not treat his entertainment troupe like a musically-inclined brothel, she had been so relieved. Some nights, especially after seeing how some in their audience leered at her and the others, she would find herself sobbing in gratitude for her situation. Which, when one looked back on it, was still pretty damned fucked up, considering she was barely above the status of slave.

She had been at this for three years now. She thought she was as careful as one could be. But one couldn't even slip away to take a piss without risk of being followed by some pig-headed drunk who decided he wanted to touch the merchandise anyway.

If he hadn't been sloshed out of his mind, she surely would've been the one bleeding out in the corridors of the castrum tonight. But the man was sloppy in his attempted violence, and the pistol in his belt had been loaded. She should've just cracked him with it, she hadn't even touched one herself before, but instead...

I had no choice! But these guards didn't care. All they saw was her with the weapon and a military officer dead. So after she managed to sputter out an explanation, she gave up trying to protest. There was no use, she knew. Garleans barely viewed their own conscripts as second-class citizens. A slave like her meant even less. Maybe she had had another choice -- but after being beaten down all her life, just letting something like that happen wasn't an option.

The word executed floated by, but she didn't react. She was so in her head, reviewing her meager life and preparing for the inevitable end, that she barely questioned why they bothered to drag her anywhere at all. Why not just shoot her with the gun she'd used? Were they going to use her to punish Tacitus? She hoped not.

Meiko finally snapped out of her daze, however, when she was brought before a pair of double doors that seemed far too large and important. She blinked the distance from her eyes, feet catching briefly on the carpet as she was pulled past them. Into... a throne room, of sorts? What was --

Oh, what?

That was the Emperor. The Emperor! Was this really bloody necessary?! Before Meiko could comprehend what the man looked up close -- honestly, he looked like petrified wood in his age and the pauldrons he wore looked more debilitating than anything -- she was shoved to the floor before the throne.

"Your Radiance," one of the guards now spoke, his voice muffled by his frankly stupid-looking helmet -- "There was an incident just now. Claudius sas Lanatus is dead." The guard looked down at her. "This girl who came in with the entertainment for the evening is the perpetrator. We request to interrogate the entire group after her execution."

Meiko looked up sharply, finally finding her voice.

"There's nothin' tae interrogate!" she insisted. Then she looked up at the Emperor. She didn't expect he'd show any mercy. "The bastard tried tae have his way with me. I resisted. It's no deeper than--"

She had done too well.

That was the single thought resonating in Apate's mind as she made her way further into Amaurot than she ever had been in all of her existence. She had betrayed herself by settling in too comfortably, by being too efficient --

And now she had been recommended a position that was far too above her station. It was intmidatingly prominent -- in her position, at least.

No one else seemed to understand. Oh, you must feel so honored Apate! She was not honored! Well, she was. But she was also terrified! To be presented as a potential candidate for secretary for the Office of Emet-selch solely based on her clerical work opposed her desire to remain a figure in the background of life. To enjoy her time on the Star quietly, completing simple, repetitive tasks until she faded...that had been the goal.

And now she was staring at a pair of impossibly ornate double doors, whose grandeur alone made her ill.

Perhaps he won't like me, she told herself, hopeful.