#/ im v interested in muse families.......

[cherubispunk]

ICHOR. BLOOD. WATER. (part i // ichor.) - Din Djarin x Witch!AFAB!Reader

summary: stranded. alone. a traitor to your people, your family. aeaea is the prison of paradise you call home, and he is the prophecy you like to call an enigma. the 'man made from metal', forged in fire, melted by your spell that is no witchcraft on your part. he is the hunter, you will always be the prey. it is the way as the fates designed it.

a note from lucy: so, its back. i'm officially back! basically, I went through it. accidentally deleted my blog. had to start from scratch. repost it all. but! I'm here. you're here. we're all here! Greek mythology is a huge love of mine. I always like to add a small sprinkling into my fics where possible. and now im writing one based wholly of two greek myths: eros and phsyche, and circe. I've read Madeleine Miller's 'Circe'. I fell in love with it, it's genuinely one of the best books ive had the pleasure of reading --hence the fact that this is heavily based off it in terms of 'lore'. Din is the perfect character for these myths to be translated into fic. So, without further ado, I present to all you lovely people (again lol), my mythology!au; ICHOR. BLOOD. WATER. for @inklore and @psychedelic-ink's haunted hoedown. A three part fic with our beloved space cowboy. I really hope you enjoy it as I put a lot of time and thought into this. I love you all, you wonderful Pedro fanatics.

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wc: 2255 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! mythology!au, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as 'Circe' twice in this chapter alone, dubcon, smut, p in v sex (unprotected), reference to past sexual assault (very mild), cussing, mentions of witchcraft, voyeurism, mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of food and descriptions of eating, choking, breath play, oral sex - f receiving, edging, orgasm denial, toxic relationships, dom!din/sub!reader dynamic, sex as a means for manipulation and control, manipulative!din, stockholm syndrome?

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You had done many things under the pseudonym of Circe. Bird. Crow. What your mother and siblings used as a knife to your throat. An insult in the form of a name. One that man whispered in myth around fires. One a sailor would call out in fear upon reaching the shore of any island in the vicinity of Aeaea. It clung to the disgusted curl of their tongue like the tang of sour fruits. Lemons of Sicily. Limes from crete. Wrapped in letter parchment, sweetened with ink. 

Across from you is the god responsible for many of those tall tales. In his gold sheathed glory, olive skin gleaming with a ripple of muscle against the warmth of your hearth. Under it flows ichor, steadily. His winged sandals flutter in a twitch every few minutes. A subtle sound that is heard little too often over the lilt of his voice. Hermes. A deity you invited to your bed when he would visit, indulge in the stories of how he stole cattle as mere youngling, delivered messages of ruin to mortals. Travelled the planes of the underworld from the Styx to Elysium Plains. Hades and his sunken eyes on his throne. Where winged sandals would carry him overseas with his travellers cap and staff of entwined twin snakes. 

He would sit upon your chair, open his loose lips and a drone would pour out, Maybe to a mortal he would seem all so interesting. One to dote hours of your day to the thick honey like pouring of his voice in your ear. But to you – the witch – a goddess in your own right, he was a mere drag. A rake. A god worthy of being turned to swine at the unjust sight of his curling smirk. 

You would have drifted off it weren't for his voice picking up in interest, your ears perking up with it. The high buzz from his drone of white noise faded, ebbing into coherence while his lips drifted in voice. Practised and perfected movement the way any divine being did. 

“The fates speak of a man. Made of metal.” He mused, studying his thumb and forefinger as a stand of your lionesses hair was snagged between it. You wished to singe it from his fingertips. “A warrior.” “From overseas of Greece?” Now, and only now,  he had your attention. 

“Further.” 

You muttered a curse under your breath. Where would be further. “He will sail on a ship, strand himself on your shores engulfed with fire. And you shall do as you have before.”

“Take it?” You sneered, sitting forward in your seat, teeth bared at him. “I suppose I shall feed him before he sets his disgusting hands upon me.” 

“Oh come now,” He smirked, “Were you not to take him to your bed regardless?” 

“I shall sew your mouth shut for such accusations.” 

Hermes sighed, rolling his eyes in all his dramatics. Lounging in his seat. 

“Circe, you humour me with your feral tongue.” 

“And you disgust me with your plight.” “Ah,” he held up a single finger, humour on his face at the top of his curled lip, “I may be bored. But at least I have the world. You, Circe,” he spat, raising a brow in sickening amusement, “have nothing.” 

Your face drained of colour. Your heart aching in its chasm of a chest, ribs pinching. He was right. Your oasis was still a prison. Despite its bars of gold, it still held you. Contained you. 

He stood in his victory over you, taking one last look around. “One last thing–”

“Oh, there’s more, is there?” You sighed, staying seated. For all his heirs and graces, he was no more worthy of your respect than the dirt caked to your bare feet in winter's first bite. The god merely crossed his arms, a diving wind rustling the blonde curls upon his head, wrapped in laurels, 

“You must never look upon his face.” 

You sat in a furrowed brow muddle. He had drifted to the wind, turned to a shimmering spectacle of dust, in nothing more than a blink. 

—

He came with a blundering sputter. In a ship that was no ship of wood that sailed on tides. A hunk of chrome with spitting fans of fiery heat. A thwip through your cloudless skies to crash upon sandy shores. 

He came…with a child. A green creature with pointed ears similar to satyrs, no taller than your mid calf, alien to you. Wide hickory eyes that masked his face with innocence, having seen things unspeakable to even brave sailors. And when they sat at your table, piled plentifully with sweet figs, legs of mutton infused with rosemary, steamed and seasoned greens, and honey in its jar, the man of metal left all deserted by his lips. His plate was clean, wine untouched in his cup. Never once needing an added refill. Nor did he speak kindly. Rather, reserved. Gruff, distorted by something in his helmet seemingly fused to his head. While the child chewed on the fleshy roasted bone of lamb. 

Rhythms of autumn, songs of summer, ballads of winter watched over you and the meadows you walked. Gardens you tended to. Woods you roamed. And he did too. There was something within him. Under that beskar. It called, howled, growled in insubordination. A vulgar hatred of being vulnerable out in this position. Where you held an advantage of both terrain and power. 

So he took in a way he knew. In carnal, biting desire paced by him. Phallically. Reversed the role of who won who, made you beg in your own bed, in the drowning pools of darkness. Never to see his face. 

But oh so familiar. 

The first time he took you was akin to a memory in the very moment it happened. A haze of something so absurd it couldn't possibly have been true. Played out the way it did. The Mandalorian watched while you bathed. In a creek not too far from the path. A rock for your lioness to splay out over, sunbathe and make her coat gleam gold like the ichor in your veins. Her ears pricked at a sound he made. One you did not hear with your head submerged under the clear pool. 

She looked up, lifting her whiskered chin from her large paws, and her eyes met his. He did not fret. Nor did he stop and turn away from the great willow he stood below. Only glanced from her to the curve of your bare chest rippling above the crystal waters rippling surface. 

From there, he had stalked you to the deeper parts of the forest where even your familiar did not follow. Watched as a wicker basket was tucked under your arm, flowers and mosses being picked from the ground as you went about gathering pharmakeia for your draughts. 

He appeared, bringing his musk while his hand clamped down over your parted lips. Pressed your front firmly into the tree, hands scraped gold raw by the silver birch’s peeling bark.  

“Don’t.” He growled upon your demand to turn around. “Face the tree.” 

And you obeyed in tandem with the hiss of something– his helmet– as it dropped to the dewy floor by your bare feet. A single kiss, seasoned with sparse prickled hairs was laid to the nape of your neck, a wondrous dichotomy to the events yet to unfold, noises of restraint on the tip of his tongue, the back of his throat. The skirts of your dress were gathered in messy haste, undergarments pulled to the side, revealing the shine of your own slick. How you dreamed in secret nights of this very moment. His taking of you, his claiming of your cunt— grunting while he invaded the tightness of your walls, flayed you open forever like a sacred text, ready for him to read once again. 

A large palm of his, gloved in leather, pressed to the nape of your neck where the notch of your spine ended and your skull began to curve, thumb pressed to flesh, fingers curled into gnarled hair. You gasped, cold air nipping the back of your exposed thighs, fully clothed still, yet bent to submission by the masculine will of him. Naked. 

The orgasm was The Mandalorians. And the Mandalorians alone. You never questioned the burning ache of pending release. Merely let it simmer in the tight heat of your walls at the mouth of your cervix. His noise still stinging in your ears, shocking the breath from your lungs. He took no time. It was a rush for his release. His domination of the witch of Aeaea. 

From that moment onwards, you imagined his lips, recited in drugged sleep to the egyptian cotton and goose down of your pillow. His irises. To write a poem on parchment about something you could not see, nor ever would per his and Herme’s telling. Fingertips itching to feel warmth of skin, not beskar. While his armour was smooth, buffed, polished to shine in rays of Helios's chariot, it was cold to the touch. You had his visage mapped in your mind. Well trodden by fingertips such as the paths by the tall cliffs. The Mandalorian. Nameless. Faceless. 

He spent each night for a fortnight in your bed. The first, he parted your legs himself, and the rest they were already spayed open for his wanting. He snuffed the candles with his thumb and forefinger, unsheathing them from his gloves before doing so. You watched with intent from the sheets as his visage dominated the tall door frame. Shoulders broad and intimidating the negative space he occupied. Only when he was shrouded in utter darkness did he remove his helmet, climb his way up to your parted lips. Curating a careful path from them, over the column of your throat, descending your navel to the forbidden fruit gleaming, ripe and juicy for his lips. Ready for his first damning lick of your sex. 

Like the apple in the garden of Eden, temptation on Lucifer's forked tongue, he delved deeper, rested his naked face between your tensing thighs. Broad arms, still sheathed in beskar curled under them, dragging you closer to his open mouth while your arousal, slick and thick as honey, drizzled out your weeping hole to his open, wanting mout. 

His tongue drew ellipsis over the twitching bud of your clit. Thick and firm, the tip pressing into your cunt, following your hot seam down to your quivering hole. He dipped inside, curling it to draw the taste out. You couldn't see his eyes. But you liked to imagine they were open to feast on the sight of your quivering and naked chest the best he could without the guide of the candlelight. Now snuffed into curling stings of smoke. Staring while you were shaking under the pleasure rolling up from your centre and cascading like a landslide down your spine. It made you shiver. The soft plush of your legs swallowing his exposed ears, the small, neatly trimmed curls tickling the sensitive flesh. His coarse beard, scruff scattered in a smattering over his sharp chin scratching your skin. 

A low groan rumbled from the back of his throat, your tang dancing with light feet over his taste buds And his nose bumped into your clit as he tasted more. Devoured your cunt like his last meal. 

It wasn't long before you felt the burn behind your eyes replicate in knots in your belly. Tightening at the mouth of your cervix while he ate at you. A cry of his name bursting from your chest as he flicked his tongue with vigour. He had one aim in mind. To taste your release. The sticky mess that would coat his lower face. 

“Give it to me.” He commanded. And oh, how you tried. You willingly left this realm while he licked at your pussy, his tongue languidly rolling up one side of your labia, up to your clit and circling it, then down the other side to plunge into your tight, clenching hole once more. 

You nimble fingers curled into his hair. It was coarse, wispy at its ends where it started to coil loosely. And you gripped it as you ground your core into his face. RIding and grinding into his face that was exposed to your quivering cunt. Not ready to part with the way his ips enclosed around your clit and added enough suction for you to see Ouranos and all the stars that tattooed his blue skin. 

You panted a chorus of heavenly oh’s. Breath came in heavy as he pulled back to spit. You felt it, cold in contrast to your own heat, drooling down to your slick entrance. It quivered when he added a finger, curling up from the second knuckle. It was merely one digit. But it stretched you out, had you reeling while he beckoned your orgasm closer to materialising in your belly. 

He could smell the musk of you and it was divine. 

He had your orgasm building and building into a near state of harrowing oblivion before he let it rip through you. The first wave was one of numbing pleasure. The one that fizzled through your legs until you were nothing but a mere speck for a second. And then it broke, like some great epiphany from him as an enigma. 

He stood, replaced his helmet, leaving you boneless. A quivering, babbling mess of sweat and slick in your own sheets.

[jaedx]

well hello everyone, i bring to you my only muse (for now) sungjae! here's a brief version of his background and you can read a slightly more detailed one over here, along with his full profile. of course it's still a wip; i'll be adding more info as i write him. dsc available upon request! no pressure liking the post since i'll eventually reach out to everyone 🫵 but if ure really interested pls like hehe <3

born in sydney, australia

parents were a notorious duo of criminals; kang woohyun & kang rina

during an intervention to capture them both, his father got killed and his pregnant mother fled to australia where she gave birth to him months later

attended district x public school 

applied to join the Fire and Disaster Management House as soon as he graduated

due to his background he’s often summoned by the police/protection agency for a few interrogations to assess his intentions and ensure that he has no desire to follow in his parents' footsteps

only government authorities are aware that he is their son, as his mother kept her pregnancy hidden from the public.

personality wise he's quite simple minded and easygoing. the kind of guy that's hard not to befriend but he still keeps a safe distance, even with people he's close to. after being shuffled from one family to another, he's learned not to get too attached (cue abandonment issues ue ue) but enjoys being surrounded by people! maybe why he loves parties so much. he was a very troublesome kid, not having a stable environment to grow up in affected him more than he'd care to admit. leading him to act out and frequently get into trouble. he is not the type to get angry easily (unless it's about his parents tbh), but his job is very demanding and the headaches/fatigue from prolonged use of his ability often make him quite irritable so if you see him walking around frowning and huffing... yeah, that's him 80% of the time. he has his own demons to fight. sungjae sees himself as a good person, not a hero by any means! just someone who uses his ability to keep others safe. but he knows what happened to his parents, understands why they became who they were and often sometimes, in the heat of the moment (bad pun 8))) he feels a surge of adrenaline, imagining his ability unleashed in different circumstances.. something more thrilling.

i have to work on his plots/connections page but here are a few general ideas off the top of my head:

coworkers, good terms, bad terms, neutral im fine w anything. can't deny the huge advantage his ability gives him which could easily create some tensions.

neighbours to share a meal with, watch a movie, sit in silence on the rooftop.. workout buddies?

for some reason your muse despises his parents and sungjae hates them for it. he ends up being rude and cold towards them.

ppl he met while growing up in sydney, people he went to dx public school with, some old foster family members.

people he's helped/encountered during their public assistance activities

someone acting as the lil devil on his shoulder, a bad influence that fuels his desire to mess around with his ability

ofc the regular as well, besties, enemies, fwb, exes etc.. i love brainstorming! we can merge plots together or create new ones im v open!

[aecedai]

A tool made for a purpose is not demeaned by being used for that purpose. an independent portrayal of Moiraine Damodred from Cairhien, Aes Sedai, advisor of the Dragon Reborn, as written by Lyn ( '96, she / her ). Selective, private, and exclusively affiliated with @trachho's Rand Al'Thor.

i . You may still know me from @asynjja and @conzierge. I'm a huge nerd when it comes to rambling about the concept of fate in books and while I unfortunately no longer read as much as during my high school years, my winter break has come and I'm huddled up with The Eye of The World, so of course I had to make a low-activity roleplay account for my short queen with dark brown eyes.

ii . General rp etiquette applies. I'm a fairly chill person with a questionable interest in making my muses suffer, as such I typically allow mild versions of godmodding if it makes sense. I follow blogs for two reasons : a . to interact, and b . to read. I welcome people rambling about their muses at any time of day and prefer that vastly over smalltalk or an awkward "Hi :)" in my IMs. I'll try my best to initiate the first conversation! But if all else fails, you can just break the ice by sending me a meme.

iii . I work full-time as a lab assistant! Most replies will come queued for the sake of my sanity and also to minimize post dumping whenever I do end up writing. This blog will be of low activity, my discord servers typically come first, and while I can offer discord as a platform to plot and/or potentially write, I greatly prefer tumblr IMs at the moment.

iv . I write Moiraine as semi-openly bisexual, as in : she doesn't deny being attracted to women but is not in a position to have a stable dating life. I will not write her as "mothering" Rand. I know that the more popular version of their relationship in the fandom is platonic-familial, and I will tag any romantic content written with @trachho with age gap cw if requested. On that note, I will neither write romantic nor sexual content with muses or muns below the age of 18 and vastly prefers mutuals to be over twenty-one.

v . As for triggers, I tag the most common ones if graphically described or reblogged as pictures with trigger cw. You don't have to give me any explanation on why you would like something tagged if we're mutuals. Likewise, I would like to refrain from pregnancy plots altogether and would prefer if my mutuals tagged pictures of clowns lol? I'm otherwise open to darker subjects in writing as long as they're thoroughly dealt with and typically prefer not to put anything under a readmore.

vi . Other fantasy fandoms I'm part of are : Lord of the Rings, including Rings of Power, A Song of Fire and Ice ( I've only read the first book though ), The Mists of Avalon, Bartimaeus, Elric of Melniboné, Baldur's Gate, Diablo, The Elder Scrolls ( joke's on me, I've only played ESO ) ... and I'm willing to adapt to anything if given the opportunity to!

vii . That's it. <3 Seven is my favourite one-digit number, please make sure to drink a warm cup of tea in these trying times. <3

[silknoise]

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hi there friendos!!! i am thrilled to be joining you since i've been wanting something simple on tumblr for awhile now!! also so happy to be bringing my underappreciated queen umji to the party! the muse she's the face for is one of my faves to write; lee seonah, aka ramona lee is a new york born saxophonist with a cool demeanor and a love for cucumber melon. more info is listed below the cut, so if you're interested in any of her plots or would like me to swing by your ims to say hello or to plot something, you're invited to leave a like on this post!

trigger warnings: m*rder, robbery, implied g*n v*olence, grief

BACKSTORY

as briefly mentioned above, seonah was born in staten island, new york on august 7th, 1998.

her parents, originally from daegu, built a life stateside in the early '90s, so they were already pretty blended into the american routine by the time they had seonah.

in new york, seonah often went by her english name ramona, often shortened to mona. the name was derived from an old jazz singer and pianist her mother loved.

one of the main reasons seonah's parents even moved from south korea was so that her mother could try her luck at the new york jazz scene. she was a gifted pianist with quick hands who had always ensured seonah's life was filled with music.

those very sessions with fellow musicians she worked with were the catalyst for seonah's obsession with the saxophone. a musician seonah would always call uncle franklin would come and play the sax at their south shore townhome, while the small child watched and danced along.

he was actually the one to gift seonah her very own saxophone at age ten, by which her younger sister seoyeol had been born and was clinging to seonah's legs while she struggled to play the instrument.

the characteristics of her music were very much shaped by the staten island jazz scene, and the city's famous festival was a tradition for the whole family.

from her father did seonah inherit a love of gardening, building terrariums and making sure a healthy amount of green was present in all her decorating. she and her father would spend hours carefully placing moss, stones, grass and water in small glass containers until they resembled miniature nature scenes.

she spent a good amount of time in her dad's store as well, helping him stock and clean up throughout her childhood. the value of hard work was an early lesson for seonah and it would likely stick with her permanently.

that store, however, would come to be the site of a horrible tragedy that would uproot many lives.

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD

her mother and father were working the late shift at the store one night when a masked gunman entered, demanding cash. her parents were both killed during the exchange, leaving seonah and her sister to grieve them at far too young an age.

as the two had no other blood relatives in the area, their parents' friends franklin and his wife delisle were named in a will to take the children in and raise them as their own.

it was an extremely tough transition, but the pair, along with another of their parents' closest friends adam made sure the sisters never went without love and encouragement. they refused to let the children's view of the world become twisted due to what they had gone through, and they were a huge part of why the two made it through that period of their lives.

END TRIGGER WARNING

now being raised by franklin, seonah was kept occupied by saxophone lessons, camping trips, walks through the city — any and everything she loved simply to keep her mind off the tragedy her family had faced.

despite her new guardians' best efforts to make her childhood fulfilling, seonah couldn't help but feel somewhat aimless after the passing of both her parents, and even a bit disconnected from them. she developed a fairly unbothered demeanor that some would even mistake for just not caring, though that was the furthest thing from the truth.

as she finished out her primary schooling and prepared to apply to the manhattan school of music, she floated the idea of possibly traveling to her parents' home city of daegu after graduating college to franklin and delisle. they met the idea with approval, thinking it was an excellent chance to reconnect with a past she'd never really gotten to discover.

after training up her musical talents to her instructors' satisfaction, it was finally time to say farewell to her family. she couldn't have said thank you to franklin, delisle and adam more times if she'd tried. seonah looked upon her now teenaged sister with slight guilt, feeling as though she were abandoning her for her own selfish reasons. seoyeol simply threw her arms around seonah and promised her she'd seek out universities in daegu so they could see each other soon.

and that was it, she was off to daegu with a graduation present of a one way flight and some won to run on until she found work. thankfully, that didn't take too long, as she found a pretty fancy restaurant looking for jazz musicians of her caliber.

seonah made a vow to herself that she would only speak in korean and only use her korean name until she felt that familiar connection to her parents once more.

she soon found a home in the confines of sueunju sharehouse, and though it's filled with strangers, it reminds her of the blended household she lived in back in staten island and even makes her oft expressionless visage falter into a smile. though she is still very much getting used to living in daegu two years on, her life is in a place of contentment for the time being. she continues to chase memories that have long since passed her by, barely conscious of all the new ones she is making in the process.

PERSONALITY

some would call her an ice queen, but she's more like a snow angel. like she's definitely composed, doesn't like to argue and sometimes comes off as though she's silently plotting your demise in a corner, but there is a warmth to seonah that is unmistakable. she can be so cold to the touch but also reach directly into your heart and make you melt. she is a mess of contradicting thoughts and feelings and words, but she could be ur mess of contradicting thoughts and feelings and words, u know???

only really loses her cool when it comes to music she's excited about, if her heart's a little bit broken or if she's lost something near and dear to her (her saxophone goes missing, one of her terrariums get broken, etc) and it's sad, but also kind of funny cmvnbvncb!

she's very inquisitive, especially about the daily routine in daegu. she desperately wants to know more about the lives her parents lived before they moved to america, and being that she's only been in south korea for two years, she isn't as in touch with things as she feels like she should be. stop her if she's asking too many questions — she just gets into a flow of seeking information and doesn't realize it sometimes!

a girl of many hobbies: gardening, camping, building terrariums, hitting up the thrift store, smoking on roofs, seeing performances at masquerade, noraebang, etc. and she loves doing these things with friends! partake in any of these activities with her, and you'll earn a special place in her heart and the slightest aura of a smile just for you.

sometimes she just??? disappears. sometimes her social energy simply runs out and she needs some time to recharge it. she's not trying to ghost, she promises! she just needs a couple days of mirror glaring and deep rumination before she's ready to have company again.

a wanted plot of mine (!!!!!!) but i also hc her as recently single with a lot of regretful and reluctant pining for her ex lol. she's in her slightly reckless era in an attempt to forget them, so pls forgive her for any messy moments 😘

[mistermxrgan]

✔ //Let's go for whoever catches your eye!

A quick and easy plotting guide Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

(Ngl, I am feeling Vegeta, hes one of my faves !)

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes ( I LOVE HIM!) | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse(v;universescollide) | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other (im down for anything really)

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other (Just to get Vegeta to respect him enough lmao. Or at least tolerate him, not sure he would want more than that.)

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[novella-writers]

🕊 hi hi everyone! im 23f, advanced literate | novella and looking for a supernatural roleplay—a dark gothic setting, perhaps, drawing inspo from the victorian era? even the early twentieth century? i would love to dabble in some dark fantasy and vampires, and currently interested in the idea of an arranged marriage between a human and a vampire. maybe an centuries-old unpaid debt, where a bride must be given to the eldest son of a vampire family? i don’t have a specific plot im set on and im more than happy to brainstorm together!! i loveee to plot and worldbuild, so i would be happy if the enthusiasm was reciprocated. please contribute to the story , i don’t want to be the only one putting effort and driving it forward. i just wanna gush about our characters. bring me the headcanons, tiktoks, tropes, memes, pinterest boards, playlists—you name it. 

i prefer a mxf pairing, where i play f, but im occasionally open to fxf (v selective!! depends on the chemistry/muses). please, if i message you, give me a little intro of yourself as a writer, ideas you might have / what kind of muses you were envisioning / etc.

as i’m an advanced literate - novella writer, i’m looking for descriptive writers that don’t shy away from detail—so if you’re semi-lit to lit, don’t interact! 

like if you’re interested and I’ll reach out! 🫶

Like if interested!

[roseguided-arch]

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

– BASICS.

✧ NAME: zandie ! but, my friends call me zan a lot of the time. ( fun fact: i was going to be named alexandria and just called zandie as a nickname. but, my parents went with zandie. its from a old black n white western movie. )

✧ PRONOUNS: she/her

✧  SEXUALITY: mostly bisexual. as time goes on, i think i lean more toward wanting to be with women. but, i do still find men very attractive. love me a good dilf & a specific type of my age guys lmao

✧  TAKEN OR SINGLE: single !

– THREE FACTS.

✧ i have two corgi's ! the oldest is woodie, he's 3 years old. he's more auburn, kinda tanned colored. he's got his own little personality that's so interesting to see sometimes. we got him after our family dog died suddenly, so he holds a special spot for us. the second one is dena, named after my 91 yr old grandmother. she's 1, about to turn 2, and more tri-colored: mostly black, the white chest/feet, and some tan on her eyebrows and nose ! she's a little love bug who wants to give her sister (me) kisses all the time. she makes me v happy, like woodie. they are my 'siblings', but also my kids lmao.

✧ when i was born i was 3 months early. so, a premature baby. i was so small that i weighed a pound and 2 oz. so small that when i was born my mom asked why there was a cat in the operating room and my aunt said 'that's not a cat, baby, that's zandie.' i stayed in the hospital for over a month and a half before i was able to come home.

✧ i live in a small, deep south town. i am, what the internat calls, the ya'll people. lmao. i always wonder if, to internet friends i talk to, my accent is noticable or thick in any shape or form.

– EXPERIENCE.

✧   HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): aboooout nine years. i started out on facebook as jane volturi, then it was a site called quotev, and then tumblr ever since.

✧   PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: facebook, quotev, kik, twitter, tumblr.

✧   BEST EXPERIENCE: meeting some of my good/best friends through tumblr rp. i love all of you so v much.

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

✧   FEMALE OR MALE: i def have a pref for female muses. my muse list is 99% female muses w some male oc's and the rare male canon muse thrown in. sometimes i wanna write more men, but i really have to connect to the character to be able to do that.

✧  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i love all of it ! fluff and angst happen a lot more. smut not as much, but im open to it ! on discord, through memes. whatever we want to do.

✧   PLOTS OR MEMES: i'm def better with memes ! memes=starters if someone decides to continue it. but, i also like plots. i'm just not always the best plotting.

✧   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: ever since changing my formatting replies tend to be longer and sometimes muses have a lot to say. i usually got for medium to longer replies just to give people smth to work with and to get the muses thoughts or action down.

✧   BEST TIME TO WRITE: nighttime !

✧ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i have a few i am pretty similar too ! it's hard to name all of them. but, i also like writing muses who aren't like me in any way as well.

TAGGED BY: nobody <3

TAGGING: anyone who wants to steal x

[pcrvcrse]

hi, im looking to pick up some discord threads.

i have a couple of ideas i like to write, but if none of these interest you, i'm down to brainstorm something. like this or message me for discord!

boss/employee - jamie (bill skarsgard) just bought the company your muse works at, and your muse is a big wig who is fucking him to keep their job.

hateship  (both 30+) - your muse and mine work together. mine has been there been there years longer than your, but your muse gets promoted to be his boss. thinking a dubcon (or non tbh)  "you're not better than me" situation

toxic arranged marriage/relationship - pretty much our muses both grew up in rich families, and never got along. something happened with her family's company and in return for her marrying my muses (to save his image and theirs) his parents will bail them out. thinking dubcon in the sense that she has more to lose than he does, and he would hold that over her head.

codependent besties to lovers: they are v in love with each other, but can't admit it. give me angst and drunken hooks up!! (bonus points for a childhood friend who is helping jason (john krasinski) get his life together after his divorce)

vampire things: your muse comes from a family of hunters and has been after nico (jdm) for a long time. recently he turned your muse during an ambush attempt that went wrong. (more bonus points for older muses here)

[olimpiacroy]

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i joined in maybe spring of 2018 ? i stayed for a month or something, lost muse and returned a month or two later if i remember correctly. the best decision ever <3 i honestly cannot remember much about the plots. the portugal vs spain thing was big and i want to say the andorra plotline was starting??? i was just working off jobs and trying to figure out what i wanted to do next. now i'm trying to get my master's but work keeps me busy and it's hard to find the motivation when i feel like i don't even need the damn paper lmao

which characters have you written over the years ?

olimpia, thore, oksana, mirjam, philippa, saskia !

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

olimbiel made me stay so i think i should definitely mention it right off the bat ! i had so much fun writing them and their struggles kept me entertained ! butttt zoey and olimpia's friendship's the most important to me. i don't even remember plotting a close friendship for them with evy but then at some point we all could agree that olimpia and zoey were bffs. i love my girls so much!!!! i think i also have to mention early jelimpia too. i don't wanna sound too ship crazy but their bickering was so entertaining and it gave me so much muse !!!!!! if i remember correctly, i had been steadily losing muse and then j swooped in and the issue was gone ! the croÿs mean the world to me as well. i don't know if hshq would have been even half as fun without the dysfunctional family. i think i'll force hails and isa to give me one more thread as well. especially because i cannot bear the idea of their last thread being a sad one :(

what about other people's plotlines ?

when i ask myself which stories i couldn't get enough of, i think of gimi, the english major plot, nat growing up, and alexei's struggles.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

probably mid-olimbiel. i was v active back then and i had so much energy ! everyone did ! i also enjoyed silpia's big fight ?? it was so interesting to see them have issues skgbdsjgbs

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

not a thing !

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

more olimpia and the croÿs. more olimpia and zoey. i'm sad that our last thread was so short :( i don't think my plots got left unfinished but i feel like i didn't write an ending either. maybe the task058 will change things for me <3

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

GNSDKGNSDKGN i was upset over one thing and i was screaming about it in evy's ims and she just encouraged me to be even more toxic ksgbkdsjgbsjgkd it was a very good way to let off steam and honestly her comments made me laugh

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

;)

what else would you like to say ?

i feel very sad to close this chapter. letting hshq end means letting go of funny honesty hours, those late nights of writing, the early mornings of waking up to new replies... i loved killing time here. i loved refreshing the dash and seeing what you had written. i loved that on my morning commute i could open the app and read the dash as it was the morning paper. a lot of you have said that you've written all that there was to write. and i echo that sentiment. it still doesn't really comfort me aksfdbjgsb thank you everyone for being so amazing and making these six years so damn great !!!!!

[idlingworship]

hiya everyone! happy opening- very excited to meet everyone + your muses. i'm jia (s/h, 21+) , and i'll be writing for huh jihye! as always, more under the read more, and if you still don't feel like running for the hills screaming after reading about her, please hit the lil heart & i'll come into your ims for plotting. discord is also available upon request!

background

healthy, wealthy, rich and she is that bitch....

born & raised in california, she's the huh family's youngest (read: oopsie baby) and left to her own devices most of the time as a result, with her parents and siblings all doing their own successful people tingz...

her older sister introduces her to kpop when she's 5, and she's HOOKED. she's at the age where she wants to be an astronaut one week and a teacher the next, so when she tells her entire family she's going to be an idol, they just indulgently nod and smile- and you know what... the next month she's talking about wanting to be an actress, so.

at 14, she gets a casting dm from everlast ent., and she absolutely loooooved mirrorworld's 4 walls, so off to seoul she went! got through all their auditions, but there's a v. good chance her family background influenced it... monkey covering emoji

nepotism only gets u so far tho... and after a year of training she's sick of it. ends up being much more interested in studio time than sitting through japanese lessons, and she leaves when given the option to. joins a survival show a couple months after, because she thinks that may be a little bit more up her alley.

spoiler, it's not! pulling all-nighters just to practice songs she hates and having to handhold bitches who can't even sing on-key... she's absolutely sick of it and it kinda shows! pann-girls have a field day with her supposed attitude. see: chopped up gifs of her glaring at other contestants and having less than absolutely glowing reactions. she's a fake bitch who's trying too hard to be pretty, etc... really, the only good thing that comes out of it is a conversation w/ a producer who tells her she might like it over at culture.

during her audition with them, she tells them straight up she wants to be a singer-songwriter & be allowed to learn more about composing/producing. they're more than happy to, but her first day on the job they put her in a 3-hour dance class. #scammed

buuuuut they also do give her lots of studio time and she's mentored by many wonderful producers, and given opportunities to produce for others even as a trainee so she's a very content girlie.

by the time f/f's started as a predebut project, she's a shoo-in. she's trained for a long-ass time, and the girl's got PIPES on top of what she's got going on for her as a producer! what she doesn't expect, though, is being made the group's leader-- she's one of the younger members, and the role comes as a surprise. she takes it in relative stride, though, and does her best to step up to the role.

personality:

she's currently known best as f/f's leader, main vocal & producer; some think she's only the main vocalist because she has a hand in creating the songs... and honestly? they're not completely wrong! she just thinks she's the best vocalist so she should be getting those parts... lol...

both laidback but also a hard-ass as a leader; runs a super tight ship during practicing/recording. has a super sharp eye and monitors all their rehearsals/performances super closely, and doesn't mince her words when it comes to giving feedback. very much sakura in this clip... believes that they all have to be giving their very best on stage. couldn't care less about what they do outside of it, though. dating? doing drugs? whatever, just don't get caught! is always on the girls' side, though, and is clear when communicating between them and the company.

doesn't do a whole lot outside of the group-- partially to maintain her privacy, partially because she cbf. does a live maybe once every 2 months and fucks off. whatever she does decide to do is very carefully selected so she can maintain her image.

speaking of image!!!!! this is something i'm very excited to talk about and have evolve. she's currently successfully keeping up the perfect idol image very well, but it's also very... distant, in a sense. it's obvious she's not #real, but she's also manufacturing some #real moments. not too many, though- can't have people thinking she's just some girl next door :/ in a nutshell? on a self-made pedestal. love to hate her, hate to love her, she's had no real scandals or controversies after debuting with f/f and she plans to keep it like that, tqvm!

ofc... there is some baseless hate floating around- most of them because of her personality, but she's generally liked by the gp because she's just so good at being an idol & those 'controversies' are largely regarded as losers just being nitpicky.

tldr: she's ai hoshino

reserved & reticent off-screen, but comes off as a generally warm person. stoically takes everything in stride with an unfaltering smile on her face. randomly breaks down when listening to sad songs/movies, but always in private, and it's One (1) tear. u will not get a tear out of her tonight otherwise. takes care of people quietly, but she's always her first priority. a bit of a misandrist, no i will not elaborate. staunchly refuses to write culture a love song. fights with the company 24/7, which is impressive and says a lot about her considering culture's generally more hands off than other companies. see:

culture: hey what about your meal plans and di- abi: finish that sentence and u die by my hand. culture: ok our bad

overall i just think she's a fun muse to have in the mix... if u would like her to be mixed up with ur muse(s) then thank u &lt;3 luv yewwwww if u got to the end of this ....

[pctaldrunk]

@indigodreames asked : “plots please” <3 - SEND ME “PLOTS PLEASE” … and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! 

not to recycle ghost roommates for Cami but like...B.ai L.iu is 100000% the type to move into a "haunted" apartment/house/etc. if the rent or price is cheaper 💀. He also has more affinity with the supernatural than technically normal people (something something complicated timeline copy of and destined to be the next cthulu-esque evil god, bargains with souls, etc. etc..) so...something something that dynamic could be fun!

along that vein (sorry B.ai L.iu has all my brain cells rn), he grew up in an orphanage attached to a chapel/church thingy and he spent a lot of time there (the caretakers may or may not have also been performing creepy blood rituals there w/ his only friend/crush as the sacrifice) so maybe he could've encountered Hana, as a friendly possibly protective ghost big sister type?

and then!! Ran and Joshua's paths could cross! Her mother is a lawyer, so it's possible that they might have met that way (omg law family friends...im...), but according to my extension of canon (oops), she also becomes a forensic psychologist at some point, so they might have worked together themselves over some cases here and there. Her family and friends circle is basically mostly famous detectives, policemen and lawyers - and while supportive, they've always been sort of a louder existence than her, so I think they sort of share a similar narrative re: like, wanting to make something out of t h e m s e l v e s apart from that stuff, even if they're taking similar paths to get there (her still working w/ crime and him still working w/ law, etc. etc.)

[reloha]

Just going to throw interesting tags here.

@aq2003:

#my feelings on these are as follows: 1) like half of it but v conflicted over it. overrated. 2) it's good but so overrated and needs to#stop winning every series 4 poll. 3) it's the worst episode of rtd era by far and anyone who likes it has bad taste#4) second worst ep in rtd's run and i genuinely do not get what people see in this one. the tragic ending doesnt even land#5) i have seen ppl declare undying love for this one which i do not understand whatsoever bc it's just kinda mediocre to me#im sorry women but astrid was just Some White Lady and i wanted martha back so bad

[Me: Yes. I just wanted Martha back. I’ve been thinking about that a lot. ]

@harrowq:

#i don’t like human nature/family of blood…..#it feels kinda disingenuous saying it but i really am not a fan#metawise it is interesting to talk and think about but i always skip it on rewatch#i just. don’t like it

@alexmey-does-an-arts:

#i liked voyage of the damned mostly for the foons. best dw side characters ever#i agree astrid was just. Boring#i think girl in the fireplace had super cool designs for the villians and an interesting plot#however that plot was done far far better late in deep breath and the characterization sucks (thanks moffat)#i have issues with all of these lmaoo#human nature/family of blood has so much horrific treatment of martha as does shakespeare code#silence in the library/forest of the dead is good but not as good as people say imo#i love love river song but i just don't think she was introduced as well as she couldve been#and later on moffat just doesn't write her that great either

@nethnad:

#i voted girl in the fireplace because 1) its mickeys only ever episode as a full-time companion before the two-parter he leaves in#and hes shafted half the damn time like come on. but also 2) it is so clearly the beginning of moffats obsession w the time travelers wife#you watch it and youre like. moffat. moffat is this gonna frame the background for any later stories moffat. and he says ha dont worry#only to immediately use the same general trope w river of 'man meets girl out of time throughout her life'#its like the blaring fire alarm that signals how hes gonna treat women as showrunner

@danielfeketewrites:

#it's Army of Ghosts and Doomsday for me#The End of Time is also up there#I wasn't even aware that voyage or code were like#highly rated by the fandom?#i can understand voyage#it's a big dumb populist disaster movie#sure#but shakespeare's code?#it's a waste of shakespeare#on a pretty bland ep#written by groberts#that features a jkr shoutout#I thought we all knew this

@roxannepolice:

#v9ted silence in the library because yes it's a brilliant two parter but definition of overstated#like. MIDNIGHT is right next to it#human nature has bad concepts but I think it's the bad on purpose case. like if something that was meant to annoy you annoyed you#then it did it's job. also as woth dim the whole human nature as core theme of s3 is literally spelled out there#I confess I have a soft spot for Shakespeare code but that's bc it basically said Shakespeare's mysterious muse was a WOC#abs a marx'a vrothers reference#girl in a fireplace and v9yage of the damned get just due appreciation I feel? Like they're well liked#but I've never seen them praised as deep or sth

@roadimusprime:

#Blink#I said what I said#Doctor Who#SITL/FOTD and GITF are overrated though but Blink gets the crown

@s-h-a-s-e:

#midnight. because everyones always going on about how bloody great it is.#it makes me really really sad. and not in a fun way#p.s. i'm related to the guy who plays morvin van hoff (foon's husband) in voyage of the damned.#i've only met him once but he was really cool (complimented the top hat I was wearing)

@illyriashade56

#shakespeare code i am not a fan of#i think martha deserves to beat ten with a rock for how she got treated by him#also the unrequeited love aspect is so hamfisted in that ep i hate it#martha is a better person than me i would have tried to strangle shakespeare at least twice if i were in her place

@foreign-dorian:

#my least favorite of these is absolutely gitf#NOT because it’s a bad story but because it feels like Moffat had a grand idea and ran with it without any respect for characterization#it just doesn’t fit the season that it was written in#and he clearly reuses the storyline with Amy in place of Reinette; I just think it would’ve worked better if he’d saved it for s5#Shakespeare code/family of blood are interesting conceptually but they did Martha so dirty#honestly of these choices voyage wins by dint of not being openly racist + Moffat not being weird about women + Bannakaffalatta

@variousqueerthings :

#look ive gotta just echo prev tags here#my feelings on these are as follows: 1) like half of it but v conflicted over it. overrated. 2) it's good but so overrated and needs to#stop winning every series 4 poll. 3) it's the worst episode of rtd era by far and anyone who likes it has bad taste#4) second worst ep in rtd's run and i genuinely do not get what people see in this one. the tragic ending doesnt even land#<-#and for 5 on my own terms is that it's a silly episode and i have fun with it and mainly it's like#fits into the canon of ten being a bleeding heart who immediately loses every time (stay losing king) -- didnt know it was considered a bes#i think it's funny that family of blood double and silence of the library double were voted into the top ten best OF ALL TIME in the dwm#because yeah.... family of blood double is like. cool in some places. and soooooooo messy in others#and the library double episodes i just... i think they're fine. i think the library itself is cool and donna's narrative is cool#but i think bits of it age in that unpalatable moffat-and-women kind of way and you could see some of my least favourite#tenth doctor-writing in it... and that ending *rolls eyes*#generally i think moffat is so often So bad at emotional character-based writing (see girl in fireplace but you get some in silence as well#(less with donna but i think that's ctate working well with the material tbh)#that he can have the coolest concepts in the world if he wants -- 99% of the time i am not emotionally invested#so hashing it out in the tags will probably go for silence#good episode to be clear -- soooo severely overrated#(toby whithouse out-moffated moffat in the god complex by writing an episode that was weird AND had strong characters)

@canlifechillforasecond:

#HAS to be Shakespeare Code or Girl in the Fireplace#the whole madame de pompedore thing was so weird#continuing trend of Steven Moffat being weird about women#and just *gestures to Shakespeare code*#really hard to choose but I’m gonna go with Shakespeare code bc there are a few genuinely fun scenes in girl in the fireplace#that scene in Shakespeare code where Shakespeare just starts saying racist shit#even though it was ‘of the times’#was so completely unnecessary to the plot

[pxppinmolly-archived]

[localmagicalboi]

✨ meet the parents.

headcanon: the muse’s parents. this builds a brief profile for the muse’s parents.

✨ General information.

full name: nuntida rattanapetch. date of birth: november 16th. scorpio sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising, scorpio venus. isn’t that terrifying? nationality: thai-chinese. occupation: housewife. has probably killed a man. religion: buddhist. orientation: heterosexual. marital status: still married to her boo! status: still alive and being better than everyone else.

✨ Appearance.

height: 5′10”. weight: 150Ibs. hair: black, usually pinned up in a bun. will let it down if she’s feelin’ wild. eyes: dark brown. judgmental at all times. distinguishing features: dressed head-to-toe in designer. can spot her rose gold ralph & russo heels with gold detailing from a mile away. usually hardfaced and stern looking.

✨ Background.

hometown: nakhon si thammarat, thailand. current residence: resided in bangkok for some years before moving with her husband to santa barbara, california. financial status: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ education level: graduated high school, studied neuroscience at mahidol university before dropping out to support her husband’s dreams. father: pongsak rattanapetch. deceased. mother: wen rattanapetch. still alive. siblings: suwinit rattanapetch, older brother. rujjana rattanapetch-susri, younger sister. both still alive. she’s on good, but occasionally rocky, terms with her whole family. spouse: udom srisati. children: virote srisati, son. sanoh srisati, daughter.

✨ General information.

full name: udom srisati. date of birth: december 7th. sagittarius sun, virgo moon, pisces rising, scorpio venus. honestly... what is this combo of signs. nationality: thai. occupation: CEO of his own liquor brand, distillery owner, brand distributor, business tycoon. owns a winery and vineyard, too! splashes in misc investments. religion: buddhist. orientation: bisexual. marital status: married and LOVIN’ IT. status: alive. chaotic and playing beer pong with everyone else’s dad, probably.

✨ Appearance.

height: 6′5". weight: 195Ibs. hair: black, cut neat most of the time. eyes: dark brown. smoldering? are you falling in love with him yet??? distinguishing features: his whole aura is kinda....... weird. very friendly, though! always has a smile.

✨ Background.

hometown: on a strawberry farm in chiang mai, thailand. BABEY. current residence: resided in bangkok while getting business off the ground. now in santa barbara. kind of. he travels very often. financial status: bro got STACKS. education level: graduated high school, education stopped after that. father: kasem srisati. alive. mother: malee srisati. alive. siblings: there’s so many! sunan srisati, older brother. anurak srisati, younger brother. preeda srisati, older sister. buppha srisati, rasri srisati-sakakorn. both younger sisters. spouse: nuntida rattanapetch. children: virote srisati, son. sanoh srisati, daughter.

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[opheliafm]

*  ──  (  jessica  vu  ,  twenty-two  ,  cis  woman  ,  she/her  )  welcome  to  hilton  hills  ,  ophelia  hoang  !  as  a  well  -  known  socialite  and  daughter  of  an  oscar  winner  ,  we  can’t  believe  you  traveled  all  the  way  from  los  angeles  in  order  to  spend  a  few  months  here  .  you’ve  made  quite  the  name  for  yourself  in  the  tabloids  as  being  -  aloof  and  -  quick-tempered  ,  but  all  we  have  seen  is  how  +  compassionate  and  +  resolute  you  are  since  you  arrived  a  few  days  ago  .  if  we  were  to  compare  you  to  anything  ,  it  would  be  gripping  onto  your  sense  of  self  with  tight  fists  ,  ordering  fresh  flowers  to  hotel  rooms  ,  sunshine  disguised  by  cloud  .  make  sure  to  unpack  in  time  to  make  it  to  the  bonfire  tonight  !  i  hear  they  are  going  to  play  be  sweet  by  japanese  breakfast  just  for  you  !  [  elle  ,  26  ,  she/ her  ,  gmt  ]

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hello!! i’m elle / ella whichever you prefer ! i’m from the gmt and fun fact — i have never been early to writing an intro in my life ! ophelia is a brand new muse of mine so pls excuse me while i work her out a bit when we get things going. if you’re interested in plotting pls hit that like and i’ll come to you on disco (or lmk if you prefer im and i can do that too!). 

basics

full name: ophelia arden hoang  nicknames: fee, lia birthday: november 18th horoscope deets: scorpio sun, leo moon, cancer rising.  hometown: los angeles, california  enneagram: 8w7 tropes: lonely rich kid, spoiled sweet, the stoic, defrosting ice queen, the woman wearing the queenly mask. mbti: enfj ( the protagonist ). 

background (drugs tw, addiction tw) 

ophelia’s dad was a total 90s heartthrob. a former child actor who had been plucked from complete obscurity by a talent scout in long beach. think: equivalent of a former mickey mouse club member who took some more serious roles as he grew older, posters on teen girls bedroom walls across the nation he even once capitalised on the love and adoration and had a single titled ‘ready for your love’ by the age of nineteen.

her mother... was a complete nobody in the eyes of the media. her parents had grown up on the same street and somehow kept in contact even when her dad’s career catapulted to new heights. he’d invited her along for a few weeks at a beach house he was renting in hilton hills whern their friendship developed into something more in between the deep talks and late nights spent on the beach. ophelia followed along 9 months later and the headlines weren’t so kind. 

somehow, though, their little patchwork family made it work. lia’s fondest memories are of her father’s big heart and her mother’s kindness. always. her mum went to live in his la home and looked after lia during the day while pushing him to audition for more roles in dramas as she knew he had potential. and she was right. by the age of 23, her dad had stood on a stage as one of the academy’s youngest recipients of an oscar. 

lia would be the first to admit that the oscar wasn’t just the pinnacle of his career but also the start of a downward spiral that she’s far too young to remember. because whilst he’d dedicated the award to his newborn daughter, he’d also dabbled with hard drugs at the afterparty. it was the catalyst for a whole lot more. 

little lia was a bright, bubbly thing! she was the first to offer to put on a play for her parents (and her grandparents when they visited) and v much the self-described leader of any group activity through elementary school. but what she loved most were her summers because every summer her parents would take her to that beach house (now owned) in hilton hills and she’d spend the entirety of it in the sand.

not all was perfect behind closed doors, though. as the pressure of her dad’s drug habit started to take its toll and lia would often come home from school to the sound of her parents yelling at one another. she went from bright and bubbly to bitter and lonely surprisingly fast. 

by the time she turned fifteen, her father had been in and out of rehab three times. lia internalised a lot of her feelings about it, particularly when she’d start to get questions at school. questions had always mostly been about her father’s career rather than her or her mum but fifteen was the age where they really started to grind her gears. she was struggling at home, struggling at school due to it and had no outlet for where to put the anger. ‘fuck off and mind your own business’ practically became a slogan.

it was around this time that lia also started to act out. stealing her dad’s credit card to sneak into clubs... hanging out with people at school who she knew her mother would disapprove of... she even got kicked out of her fancy prep school. 

she moved out by eighteen and didn’t look back... but she did continue the partying and other bad habits that seemed too difficult to drop. until she turned twenty and her father came to visit. it’d been the fourth time in rehab that stuck. he’d been sober for a year and they had a genuine heart to heart. ophelia wouldn’t necessarily call it a wake up call but it did make her reassess her own behaviour and the path she was on.

lia’s been trying to turn her life around after the past two years. she’s still incredibly outspoken, but she tries to use her platform for good. she’s probably more known for her instagram account these days than the pictures that used to heavily feature in the tabloids of her out partying. she’s thought about maybe following her dad’s footsteps into acting but has honestly been a bit terrified to take the plunge!? which might just be the first time she’s ever been scared at trying something new? so right now she’s doing what she knows best - spending a summer on the beach to readjust. 

personality 

lia’s got a heart of gold behind a little closed off shell. she can be hard to get to know but once she lets you in you pretty much have a teammate for life. she’s loyal babes!

big helper energy. you have a project you need a hand with? a person to tell you the best lighting for your photo? she’s got your back.

she gives me big shayla wang vibes from the summer i turned pretty. she’s ambitious and knows what she wants from life but also compassionate and loving. 

still has elements of that kid who liked to boss her friends around lead. catch her organising your bunch trip and booking all her trips herself rather than getting an assistant to do it. girlie loves to be organised! 

still likes to have a good time every now and then... just not every night of the week. catch her on your table when she’s drunk and dancing. 

she’s a whole 5′1 but will put her whole mind, body n spirit into an argument. 

wanted connections

childhood friends // lia’s a summer transplant and has been all her life to hilton hills. even after she moved out of her parents place, she still couldn’t bring herself to not make the annual pilgrimage to the place she’s always considered more of a home. i’d love someone who has been there through it all? we can explore whether that’s like... strained or whether they’ve just always rolled with the punchs! i think it could be cute if they were a little group who met up...? but this is super open. (0/4) 

former party friends // lia was a mess from the age of 15-20 exclusively. your muse and her would meet up and have the best damn night of their lives over and over. i think this could be fun if it’s put a strain on their friendship orrr maybe they just meet up to party on occasions like no time has passed at all? (0/1)

a summer fling // or it’s supposed to stay as that! super relaxed, just good vibes when they meet up (0/1)

someone to do brunch with / confidants / old friends / gym buddies / former flames / flirty friends / an ex or two / someone she bumps heads with / secret friends / unlikely friends / distant relations / frenemies

literally..... anything lmao we can work anything in! 

[icybreaths]

My muse(s): Jewel Stone

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Bee's knees asdfing I have no words ;o; I'm glad that you enjoy Jewel's headcanons and that you like her! I enjoy getting to learn more about Mari too. Your headcanons with her really humanize her and make her feel like a real person that's imperfect, but likeable and approachable. She's a well rounded OC! I try to be reserved about coming into people's IMs unless I have a plot idea or something relevant to ask, but noted! I love to learn about other people's muses so by all means that invitation goes both ways! c:

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Bleachverse is def the easiest for me to work with, but our girls don't have to be limited to that! I'm 100% open to other verses and AUs, even if it's not currently on my verses page. As long as it's a world we're both comfortable with and can make a plot out of I'll v likely be game for it.

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

Jewel doesn't like to put herself on a pedestal, even with her position as a lieutenant. She's in it to 'try' to help her division, but it's mostly for the freedom it affords her (which isn't nearly enough and it Bothers her but that's just scratching the surface with her discontent in her division lmao.) Mariko being subtle about her admiration would be the best approach tbh because it wouldn't be in Jewel's face or make her feel awkward (she would be like 'that's okay give it time you'll be disappointed in me eventually' asfas). Jewel would appreciate Mari's level headed coolness and be drawn to her ambition and work ethic. And I think on a subtler level she'd be drawn to Mari's inferiority disguised as superiority complex too -- because her best friend (an OC of mine, named Airi of all thINGS) is the SAME WAY.

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

I'm generally open for just about anything, even just yelling about our muses and throwing out plot bunnies to play around with, or even like. Coming up with aesthetics and moodboards for verses. I like the thread we have going too! I'm always open to more~

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests! (done!)

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse! // @icybreaths

My muse(s): Mariko 'Mari' Hagihara

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

This is the part where I'm shameless and admit I love reading your headcanons and finding out more about Jewel because I am weak and think she is the bee's knees. I do love it when people come into my IMs and scream about muses with me though so if you ever wanna!

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Bleach verse works best for them both I think as that's Jewel's main verse and one of Mari's like 87 AUs.

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I just remember your post saying Jewel's been a Shinigami for a good few hundred years and Mari's relatively new to the role, having done it for about sixty or so years, so I can see her looking up to Jewel in her own way. They both have a zanpakuto that people probably don't initially respect (albeit for different reasons, but I can see Mari having an admiration for Jewel that she doesn't say out loud but is kind of obvious to anyone who knows her. She's just a cool lady.

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

I am very much a go with the flow but also scream about things in IMs kind of girly because I am a loser. I really enjoy the little thread we have going at the moment!

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!