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That's just gonna traumatize him. Why do you wanna give this man nightmares?
Here I'm thinking that he would think it's a nice dream at first xD daaayuuum
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idk man they're not really assuming anything? It's a personal status and not anything towards you. If it doesn't resonate with you, it's pretty easy to just scroll past it.
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In that kind of belting Celine Dion mood :)
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Well yes more so yourself than anyone else lol. Can't really control circumstances outside yourself anyhow. Sometimes I just forget.
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writer · psychology/philosophy nerd
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Qia / Weasel
writer · psychology/philosophy nerd
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👋 Oh hi there <3
Welcome to my little corner of the guild! I go by Qia or Weasel. Either is equally valid. I've been roleplaying since my early college years, primarily across Tumblr (currently inactive) and right here. Storytelling is one of my favourite creative outlets, and I have a particular fondness for digging into the psychology behind every character I build which is also, admittedly, the most practical application of my degree to date. Whoops? ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭
📖 The Writing Stuff
📌 A Few Important Notes
◈ I'm in my early 30s and strongly prefer that any writing partners be close to my age.
◈ As for 1x1 partners, I'm open to it, though I'm not actively searching. It really comes down to familiarity with you and your writing, and whether there's something that genuinely interests us both. If that sounds like it could be you, feel free to reach out!
◈ Curious about my writing style or the characters I play? Feel free to browse the roleplays listed in my signature.
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Here I'm thinking that he would think it's a nice dream at first xD daaayuuum
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Those two just...greeting him as soon as he wakes up with that face haha.
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You're just wanting to keep me confused now, aren't you?
Perhaps :P
Maybe it's my turn to make an npc named Eric now. Hmm
Hmm given today is a holiday, I'll probably have my sheet done by the end of the week :)
Interactions: Loni (@FernStone)
Elena took the scrap of paper, glancing at the red crayon scribble with an amused quirk of her lips before carefully tucking it into her jacket pocket. It was endearingly archaic, the kind of thing that felt ripped from a time when things were simpler—before numbers were mindlessly exchanged through screens, forgotten just as fast. But there was something about this, about its sincerity, that struck a chord. Loni wasn’t the kind to scrawl her number on napkins for just anyone. That much was obvious. And that made the gesture feel... significant.
“Guess I should start thinking about what kind of tea suits the occasion, huh? Something tells me you’re not the chamomile type.” Her voice held a teasing lilt, though there was an underlying honesty in her acceptance of the offer.
Her gaze wandered as Loni turned her attention to Luciana, the small girl wrapped in the folds of her mother’s presence. Luciana’s fingers clenched around Loni’s hand as if letting go might send her spiralling into something too vast to face alone. The ghosts of the day still clung to her, coiling in the soft tremors of her shoulders and the barely-there sniffles that punctuated the space surrounding them.
Elena wasn’t great with kids. Not that she disliked them—she just wasn’t used to them. But she could recognize what Luciana had gone through. And, for the second time that day, she found herself glad she had been there.
“Take your time with her. Days like this don’t fade fast,” she said, her voice softer now, lacking its usual humour. “But I’ll hold you to that. Next time, I expect to meet the real Luciana, not the curled-up burrito version.”
Her eyes flicked to the glisten of raw skin peeking beneath the folds of Loni’s adjusted blanket, the wound’s recent history written in shades of red and pink. Healing, but not forgotten. She’d heard stories of Adepts who wielded Green Lux, but witnessing its effects firsthand was something else entirely. It was something both miraculous and unsettling, like watching time itself be rewound.
Her fingers drifted back to the folded note in her pocket, brushing against the edges as if to confirm it was still there. Then, with a slow shift of weight, she angled toward the door. “I should probably get going soon, let you both rest,” she said, though there was no real rush in her tone. “But I’ll keep this.” She patted her jacket where Loni’s number was tucked away. “And I’ll be in touch.”
She meant it. Even if she wasn’t sure yet where this would all lead.
“Guess I should start thinking about what kind of tea suits the occasion, huh? Something tells me you’re not the chamomile type.” Her voice held a teasing lilt, though there was an underlying honesty in her acceptance of the offer.
Her gaze wandered as Loni turned her attention to Luciana, the small girl wrapped in the folds of her mother’s presence. Luciana’s fingers clenched around Loni’s hand as if letting go might send her spiralling into something too vast to face alone. The ghosts of the day still clung to her, coiling in the soft tremors of her shoulders and the barely-there sniffles that punctuated the space surrounding them.
Elena wasn’t great with kids. Not that she disliked them—she just wasn’t used to them. But she could recognize what Luciana had gone through. And, for the second time that day, she found herself glad she had been there.
“Take your time with her. Days like this don’t fade fast,” she said, her voice softer now, lacking its usual humour. “But I’ll hold you to that. Next time, I expect to meet the real Luciana, not the curled-up burrito version.”
Her eyes flicked to the glisten of raw skin peeking beneath the folds of Loni’s adjusted blanket, the wound’s recent history written in shades of red and pink. Healing, but not forgotten. She’d heard stories of Adepts who wielded Green Lux, but witnessing its effects firsthand was something else entirely. It was something both miraculous and unsettling, like watching time itself be rewound.
Her fingers drifted back to the folded note in her pocket, brushing against the edges as if to confirm it was still there. Then, with a slow shift of weight, she angled toward the door. “I should probably get going soon, let you both rest,” she said, though there was no real rush in her tone. “But I’ll keep this.” She patted her jacket where Loni’s number was tucked away. “And I’ll be in touch.”
She meant it. Even if she wasn’t sure yet where this would all lead.
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I know. xD But in the future! Erik isn't letting him out for a hot minute tho.
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if you want a sneak peak, the riverbend doc has some of them :)
nope that's ok. I'll wait for the release :)
Hello get ready for the horrors :)
@Qia Sure! I've written a short blurb in the doc for you. Give that a try and let me know~
oh great thank you. I can work with what's there :D
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