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Hair Dye, Cloning and General Epic Chaoticness

Welcome to the Chaotic RP of TTF! This is a fun, spontaneous, lighthearted, and most importantly, chaotic RP which is available to anyone who wishes to join. While our primary goal is to have fun, we have a few rules in order to keep some method to the madness.
  • Firstly, each character belongs to their respective TTF user. In other words, you can't write for a character if someone else has claimed that character. If you're new to the thread, please ask the group which characters are available before you claim one.
  • Even though this thread is chaotic and spontaneous, we do have a storyline going. If you're new to the thread, please read the most recent few pages, or more, so you're caught up on what's going on.
  • Make sure to interact with other people's characters. Don't just go off and write your own thing without interacting with anybody.
  • Don't completely ignore or change the storyline.
  • At the same time, please be flexible if someone introduces a new turn of the plot. This is not a carefully planned RP, and it needs to have flexibility for any chaotic new thing someone comes up with (within reason-- it does need to connect to the main story at least loosely).
  • If you are writing for multiple characters, use a script format to indicate which character is speaking. Use asterisks* to denote action. For example:
    • Maitimo: *tries to shake Celeraccoon off his arm* STOP BITING ME, TYELKO!
  • Try to keep spam to a minimum. I would define "spamming" in this thread as writing more than a page over the course of a few hours. (This can be a tough one to follow, I know.) But spamming makes it hard for other people to keep up.
  • At the same time, if you're going to be absent for an extended period of time, we recommend writing your character out temporarily (such as having them disappear or go somewhere) so other people can continue while you're gone.
That's all I can think of for now. If you have any questions or need any help, please feel free to ask!
 
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Nay, you little bard. I'm scared of our brother and his fascination with my tongue.
Maglor: Valid, though I'm sure a tongue checkup wouldn't hurt. Perhaps you have tongue mold because you won't let anyone look at it? *He smiles jokingly at Tyelko*
Do you want cuddles too? *adds him to the hug*

(OOC: My Maglor is a bit more cool and introverted than Maitimo and Tyelko. Is your Maglor very cuddly?)
Maglor: Yay! I missed this while I was gone. *He leans into the hug*

(OOC: I would say so, I've always imagined him as a very family oriented person)
 
Amrod: Fascinating. *Begins to examine YM’s hair while he’s at it.* You know, Nelyo, I could probably dye those white strands of your hair red again if you wanted. And give you a good detangler for your curls.
YM: Um... I'm not so sure I'm comfortable dyeing my hair. It feels kind of false anyway. I'd rather have the white strands as a badge of honor showing what I survived.

*OM nods in approval and agreement; he feels the same way now about his own scars and white strands.*

YM: But... I guess my hair is a bit of a mess from being on the run for so long. I wouldn't mind a bit of help detangling it. But be careful! If you pull on it or rip out any big clumps of it, the deal's off!
 
YM: But... I guess my hair is a bit of a mess from being on the run for so long. I wouldn't mind a bit of help detangling it. But be careful! If you pull on it or rip out any big clumps of it, the deal's off!
Maglor: Oh! I have some really nice conditioner you could borrow, it always gets the knots out of my hair.
*He digs around in his bag on the ground, and pulls out a bottle*
It smells like lemons!
*He offers it to YM, hoping to break the ice between them*
 
Ahem! I am an expert hair stylist. I did Maitimo the Older's hair earlier. *With her leaves begins skillfully weaving the younger Maitimo's hair into a style befitting his youth and nobility.*

Yavanna, smiling: Surprisingly you learned such not from Vairë.

Laurinalótë: Innate traits for the win!

Aulë, as if explaining something to a class: My lady wife likes to subtly point out what she sings into existence.
 
Maglor: Yay! I missed this while I was gone. *He leans into the hug*
OM: I've missed you too! But I'm glad you came back in such good timing.

*YM smiles and tentatively takes it. He still stiffens at the sight of Tyelko, but seeing his older self and Maglor, both of whom he trusts decently well, comfortable around him, makes him pause. Could it be that this Tyelko really is safe? He makes longing eye contact with him for a moment before looking away.*
 
OM: I've missed you too! But I'm glad you came back in such good timing.
Maglor: Yes, I'm so glad I came back when I did. I would've hated to miss your wedding without even knowing about it!
*He gives him a big comforting smile, hoping to seem harmless and friendly and not picking up on the fact that it was Tyelko specifically he was nervous about*
 
(does your Maglor get along with Tyelko? I take some inspiration for their relationship from me and my lil bro, so in our headcanons, they often butt heads.)
(Butting heads is a great way to put it, the way I see it is they're quite close but argue and disagree on a lot of things)
Aranya: Exactly! 😏 *gives the pliers a menacing tap*
Maglor: Do you have to use those? It seems somewhat un-gentle. Perhaps he could just stick it out for you?
 
(Butting heads is a great way to put it, the way I see it is they're quite close but argue and disagree on a lot of things)
(I think for us too, they got closer as they grew up, but they don't get along at all. They love each other, but for the peace of mind of everyone, you should not let them hang out with each other for long.)
 
Maglor: That . . . can't be sanitary . . . perfect for growing mold I suppose.
Yavanna, stage whispering: Aulë no green thumb has. The one thing he grows well is mold.

Aulë: Rust is my mold.

Yavanna: Such explains what a metallic glint it had.

Laurinalótë, finishing up the styling: My lord, you let... your tools... rust?!?!

Aulë: No, no. This was what happened when Yavanna had me garden with her. I... may leave rust on the trees.

Laurinalótë: And I thought I knew all there was to know about you!
 
(I think for us too, they got closer as they grew up, but they don't get along at all. They love each other, but for the peace of mind of everyone, you should not let them hang out with each other for long.)
(yeah, seems right)
*Maglor snorts and then tries to hide his laughter somewhat embarrassed*
 
Maglor: Do you have to use those? It seems somewhat un-gentle. Perhaps he could just stick it out for you?
Aranya: I didn't pick the small bones out of Maitimo’s severed wrist, and stitch it up, or clean up 30 years worth of infected wounds because I'm "gentle."

Oh btw, Timo, both Curvos are sleeping on that couch over there. Be careful to not sit on them.
Maitimo: I can see them both quite clearly. Thank you. 😑
 
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