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Distraction (Part 3)

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“Well, this explains it!” Barry is incredibly loud once he sees you. His dark eyes rake over you before tuning to Rafe with a shit eating grin. “Your girl is here, man.”

You fidget, hands clasping behind your back as you watch the kook and drug dealer sprawled out on the second floor deck, enjoying the spoils of their plundering.

Rafe looks up from counting cash to see you, a slow smile spreading over his features. He stands and crosses the distance between you.

“I’m glad you came.”

It does not register with you that you are holding your breath until your body forces you to inhale. A tense smile forming on your lips.

“I didn’t realize you had company,” you murmur, hand slipping into his.

Rafe glances over his shoulder to Barry, who is watching you both with a grin still on his face. “It’s just Barry.”

“Don’t worry about me, Princess. Country Club invited me.”

You nod and turn your attention to Rafe. “I’ll come back later, okay? And we can talk.”

“No,” Rafe says quickly, his hand tightening around yours. “No, stay.”

“We need to talk… alone,” you add.

Rafe smirks, his gaze dragging down the length of you before he starts to move forward and force you to walk backward. “Barry, go find something to occupy yourself.”

He laughs and stands, grabbing his can of beer before heading towards one of the doors into the house. “Whatever you say, Country Club.”

You stare up at Rafe, your nerves running rampant as he walks you back into the second floor of Tanneyhill’s main house before steering you into the primary suite. You know this is a risk to come here and be alone with Rafe. But your body carves more of his touch, and your traitorous heart wants nothing more than to own his and vice versa.

“Rafe…” You whisper as he shuts the double doors before reaching for you again. His large hand is warm on your waist. The other hand tips your face up to his. “What are yo-”

His lips find yours cutting you off, and you kiss him back before putting space between you. You bite your lip, and he stares at you. Eyebrows raising at your choice to step away from him.

“I’m not going to be that easy, Mr. Cameron.”

He chuckles, the tip of his tongue darting out to drag over his bottom lip. “Really? Because I can already tell you are going to be putty in my hands.”

You laugh, glancing behind you as you sidestep the bench at the foot of the king sized bed. “Why don’t you give it your best shot?”

“All right,” he smirks, before reaching and pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to a chair in the corner of the room. “I’ll play, and I don’t play fair.”

You laugh and angle yourself to either escape past him or over the bed when he decides to charge after you.

“I’ll even give you a chance to reconsider,” he muses, kicking his loafers off before locking the bedroom door. “Because when I get my hands on you, Princess, you won’t leave this room for days.”

“Days?” You mock him with a teasing look.

“Days. I’ll count to ten, and if you are still in this room, then I win.”

“Oh,” you laugh, playing off his threat, but deep down, you know it is very real, and he intends to devour you. Your hands tighten on the back of the armchair you are hiding behind in anticipation.

“Ten…”

You cock your head, gaze dragging over this length of him.

“Nine…”

Your eyes dart to the door before moving back to him.

“Eight…” He takes one step closer, and your heart rate seems to triple in speed. “Seven…”

“And what if I want this?” You counter, you know he will not let you slip past him, and he is still blocking the door. You could get through the bathroom, but even that puts you too close to him.

He chuckles. “Six… Five…”

“Rafe…”

“Four…”

You exhale a steadying breath.

“Three…”

And here goes nothing as you slip from around the chair and try to ease around the table.

“Two…”

“Rafe!” You warn, cheeks warming as his blue eyes track you across the room. You get past the table and the second chair and start to run for the bathroom door.

His eyes narrow. “One.”

It happens fast, his arm hooks around your waist, and you are pulled off your feet. Your back meets expensive bedding and an incredibly soft mattress moments later.

“I want you.” His tone shifts and his eyes darken as he takes you in. Your hair splayed over the bed behind you, and your skin burns with anticipation. “And I’m going to have you.”

You hum, hand dragging down his chest. “Rafe…”

Rafe’s hand slides up your leg and over your shorts before moving to undo the tie on your paper bag shorts. You bite your bottom lip, watching him. He hooks his fingers around the waist of your shorts before tugging them down. Your hands are shaking as you touch his arms, nails biting at his biceps.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he hums before pressing a kiss to your lower belly.

“Will you be gentle with me?” You cup his face, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

“Absolutely not.”

You gasp as he nips at your hip. Your shorts are tossed somewhere on the floor of the bedroom, and he groans at the sight of your lacy baby blue panties. He bunches your tank top up in his hands before sliding it up and over your head. You bite your lip when he sees that you are completely bare on your top half.

“Fuck.”

“Touch me,” you beg him, guiding his hands to your skin. “Please.”

Rafe’s hands enclose your breasts, and he watches, mesmerized as he runs his thumbs over your peaked nipples.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Princess.”

You hum, arching your back and dragging the heel of your foot down the back of his leg. Your hands trail over his shoulders and down his chest to the button of his Oxford shorts. Your fingertips memorize every dip and curve of his toned torso.

“Take them off,” he commands, and you do as you are told. You take his boxer briefs down at the same time, and he springs free. Your lips part in surprise, and your thighs threaten to clench together.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

You nod, hands moving to cup his face before you kiss him. He makes quick work of removing your panties before his hand snakes between your legs.

“You are soaked, Baby.”

You groan, head tipping back as he strokes his fingers over you again and again. Your legs spread for more, encouraging him.

“That’s my girl, doing so good,” he encourages you.

You moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he sinks two fingers into you, and his thumb finds your clit. Your fingers tighten on the bedding, and your other hand presses against the back of his neck bringing his face down to yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he works you into putty just like he promised.

“I’m so close,” you whisper against his lips. This is the first experience you have had where nothing but foreplay and a little touching has brought you so close to the edge so fast. “Rafe… please!”

“I know, Baby, I know,” he grunts, his head dropping, so he can watch his fingers work over you. “Taking me so well.”

“More,” you encourage. “I want more.”

He smirks, chuckling a little before withdrawing his touch. His two fingers coated in you slips past his lips, and you gasp, watching him suck his fingers clean. His eyes briefly close as he hums in satisfaction.

“Oh, my god.”

He laughs, “Not quite, Princess.”

You are no longer aware of anything outside of this moment, including the pogues and how they would feel knowing you are here and allowing this to happen. It is not even a thought in your mind.

“Please,” you beg, barely above a whisper. “Please, Rafe.”

He groans, gaze dragging over you completely naked and spread for him. His eyes focus on the slickness between your legs.

“You are the sexiest thing, hands down.”

You blush, a giggle falling from your lips before you reach for him. Your lips claim his, and he kisses you back while his hand slips between you, and you gasp as he begins to ease the tip of his length into you.

The kissing ends, and your head falls back against the bed, and he takes the opportunity to attach his mouth to your neck. His hands find yours and cage them against the bed as he begins to fuck you, and he holds true to his words, nothing about it is gentle.

(Part 4)

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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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“Keith, I need a favour.”

Keith stops in his tracks. Slowly, he sets down the helmets he’s holding, freeing his hands, then holds the phone out in front of him. He ponders it carefully.

“I could throw you into the sea,” he says to it. He does some quick calculations. If he drives to the nearest seafront now, he will be approximately twenty-three hours late to his date with Lance by the time he gets back. However, if he skips the fanfare and drops his phone into the disgusting oil-filled puddle right next to him, he can proceed to his date on schedule.

“Decisions, decisions,” he muses. Fanfare is important. Dropping his phone into a puddle is whatever. It’s derivative. But dropping his phone into the North Atlantic…now that is revolutionary.

“Fucksake. Keith,” sighs the voice coming from the phone. “If you don’t answer me, I am going to change the Netflix password.”

Keith frowns. “Hey.”

“Thank you,” says Shiro emphatically, “you brat.”

“Netflix is sacred,” Keith protests. “You can’t joke about the Netflix. I am a delicate orphan, Shiro. What will happen to me if my primary care figure breaks his promises? I’ll regress and act out and end up in prison. Do you want me to end up in prison?”

“A little, honestly.”

“Gasp, Shiro. Gasp. How dare.”

“I think you should consider a degree in the dramatic arts.”

“I think you should eat my farts.” Keith snickers. “Hey, that rhymed.”

Shiro sighs, long and loud, and Keith can practically see the smile twitching on his face. “Where did I go wrong. Truly. To think I tried to raise an upstanding young man, respectful to his elders, happy to help when needed. Shame that you’re a gremlin and a changeling.”

Keith rolls his eyes. “Blah blah. Get to begging for my help. I have places to be, old man. A new jacket Adam bought me to wear in front of pretty people. Well, one pretty person. Anyways.”

“God, you’re whipped,” Shiro says, and Keith ignores that because if he doesn’t he’ll combust. “You and Lance going out?”

Keith tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder, picking the helmets back up and continuing his walk to his bike. “Yep.”

“Where’re you going?”

“Dinner at Caribella. It’s an excuse for a ride, really. Maybe walk around downtown for a bit.”

“Sounds fun. How much more fun would it be with your little sister, huh?”

Keith stops for the second time. He can see Red maybe fifty metres away. He looks at her mournfully.

“So close,” he despairs quietly, then turns back to his phone. “Not super fun, Shiro. Since she’s, you know. A year old. And a date is something you traditionally do with your boyfriend. Alone.”

Shiro makes a weirdly strangled noise halfway between a laugh and a stressed croak. “Well! The thing is.”

Keith waits. No thing is listed.

“Shiro.”

“It’s no big deal! Really.”

“Oh? I guess I’ll just hang up, then —”

“It’s just that Adam and I are at his sister’s, right, and —”

“There we go.”

“And we have a sitter. Obviously. All is well. Except, you know. The storm forecast. And everything.”

“And you’re four hours away with a car that you haven’t put snow tires on yet,” Keith surmises. He looks forlornly at his bike, sitting all pretty in her parking spot, freshly polished red paint gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the parking garage. So, so close. “You dumbass.”

“The forecast was clear this morning!”

“You’re a dad! You’re supposed to know these things!”

“Well!”

“Can’t the sitter just — stay? Overnight, or something?”

He feels bad. Any other day, he’d be happy to have Hana over, or go stay over there. He does it all the time. Hana is the coolest. He has no idea how she’s the daughter of the two biggest goobers he knows. Hell, he’s already got plans to watch her this Thursday, so Adam and Shiro can go to their old person museum date thing.

But he has plans tonight.

Fuck.

“She’s sixteen, Keith,” Shiro explains, sighing. Keith envisions his brother slumped against a wall somewhere, rubbing over the scar on his nose. “She’s too young for that. She’s Adam’s friend’s daughter, and she’s a sweetheart, but she’s got school. She can’t be responsible for a baby overnight.”

“No, I — I figured.” He drags his free hand down his face. “You need me to go over there?”

“Yeah. Mara – the sitter – can’t drive yet. Her parents are coming to get her in an hour.”

Shiro’s voice is quiet, subdued. He sounds guilty. Keith hates when Shiro is guilty. He covers his hand over the phone so Shiro can’t hear, screams a little, breathes deeply, then forces a smile wide enough that it will bleed into his voice. Hopefully.

“It’s fine, Shiro. Seriously. Lance and I’ll reschedule, Hana and I will make sure to fuck up your Netflix profile. All is well.”

“Thank you, Keith. I owe you.”

It is a dire thing when Shiro doesn’t complain about Keith messing up his Netflix profile. Once, three years ago, Keith forgot to switch the TV in their living room and watched some Hallmark movie as he sketched, just to make noise in the background. Shiro made snide comments about his taste for three months, because he’s a pretentious indie loser who watches shit like Empire unironically.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll start a tab.”

That, thankfully, makes Shiro snort. “Brat.” He brightens. Keith can almost hear the ding of a lightbulb going off in his head. “Hey, I know it’s dorky, but maybe you and Lance can still go on your date! Me and Adam used to when you were little, in the old apartment.”

Keith furrows his brows. “What, like when you marathoned Lord of the Rings on the shitty futon and ordered the greasiest pizza known to man? That’s not a date.”

“Is so! We enjoyed it, you had pizza so you weren’t having a tantrum, what else could we need?”

“You guys have been weird old people your whole entire life. Did you know that?”

“Only because you aged me. You pain. Anyways. Go pick up my daughter, or you can stay at our place. Minivan keys are where they always are. I gotta go. Love you, kiddo.”

“Ugh. Love you too.” He hangs up, blowing a raspberry at the phone. “Minivan keys are where they always are, he says. What a soccer mom.”

He stares, hands on his hips, at his bike.

What to do, what to do.

He really doesn’t want to cancel on Lance. It’s been a couple days since they’ve seen each other, because Lance’s job hates him. Plus, Hana isn’t very fussy. It’s kind of dweeby and embarrassing, but. Well. Lance likes kids. So it could be fine, honestly.

“Hana first,” Keith decides, nodding to himself. He lifts the seat compartment under the bike and shoves the extra blue helmet in, strapping on his own and starting Red up. To bring Lance to Shiro’s for an embarrassing old person date, or to cancel. That is the question.

Eh. He’ll decide on the ride.

— — —

He does not decide on the ride.

“What do you think,” he asks his sister, lips pursed. She gurgles happily at him from her high chair, shaking her soggy-Cheerio-covered fist at him. “I mean, you go to bed in a couple hours. So it’s not like it’s pure babysitting.”

“Abdalalala,” she says, which Keith translates to mean actually, now that I know you want me to sleep, I will spend tonight completely resistant to sleep, as karma. Enjoy.

“That’s rude,” he informs her.

You’re batshit, says the Pidge that lives in his brain. Also, quit procrastinating.

“Ugh,” he says, out loud. He pulls out his phone and hesitates over Lance’s contact.

to: lance <3

hey you like kids right

from: lance <3

oh my god

from: lance <3

keith, are you…

from: lance <3

pregnant??????

Keith laughs.

to: lance <3

you are not funny

from: lance <3

i’m hilarious actually it’s a tragedy

from: lance <3

i carry the burden of knowing i am solely responsible for my friends’ good humour

from: lance <3

heavy is the head that wears the crown. pensive face emoji solidarity fist emoji broken heart emoji

Keith refuses to dignify that with an answer. Also, he has been informed by Lance’s best friend that if he ignores the emoji bit it will go away eventually. So far it’s been going strong for three months, though, so Keith’s not certain. He can only hope Hunk is correct.

from: lance <3

anyways yah i like kids why

to: lance <3

how much cooler and charming would i be if i picked you up in a minivan. with my sister

from: lance <3

aw, keith!

from: lance <3

to be coolER and MORE charming you have to be cool and charming to begin with :)

from: lance <3

and you are a dweeb 💖

from: lance <3

sounds good tho

from: lance <3

Bring Forth The Child

from: lance <3

oh also bring forth burritos on ur way over

from: lance <3

i’m hungry

Hana yells and bangs on her tray. When Keith looks up, she lobs a Cheerio at him. It hits him squarely between the eyes.

“You’re right,” he says sagely, peeling it off and flicking it back at her. She shrieks in joy. “I cannot let this shit slide. I cannot simply allow myself to be roasted, Hana. I must have self respect.”

She blows a raspberry at him and bangs harder on her tray. Baby conversations are, honestly, riveting.

“Exactly, squirt. You get it. Let’s get cleaned up and go, hm?”

— — —

He picks up burritos on the drive.

Hana laughs at him.

— — —

He’s hardly pulled up in front of Lance’s apartment building when a blur streaks across the front walkway, yanking open the van’s side door.

“Oh, hell-o, precious darling!” gasps Keith’s boyfriend, tumbling into the backseat and slamming my the door shut behind him. “Hi, Hana! Hi hi hi! Aren’t you the bestest ever? You are!”

Hana, evidently pleased with the attention, babbles something incomprehensible and pats Lance’s cheek. He melts, babbling something so quickly it’s equally incomprehensible and shaking her hand. Keith watches, torn between endeared and affronted.

“Hello, boyfriend I have not seen in days,” he deadpans. “Yes, I missed you also. No, I don’t mind at all that you leave me to wither away, alone, in the front seat. Excellent chat.”

“You have a very very grumpy brother, don’t you, Hana,” Lance coos. His shoulders shake with held back laughter.

“Lance, get your ass in the front.”

“But I’m meeting the baby!”

“She is not going anywhere! Meet her at home! You turd!”

“Name-calling is not very nice,” retorts Lance primly, crawling over the console and finally settling in the passenger seat. “What kind of example are you setting, huh?”

He leans over the armrest once he’s buckled in and kisses Keith gently, cradling his hand against his jaw and tilting their heads together. He smells, as he always does, of flowers and sunshine, and Keith sighs as he sinks into the softness of him, the curve of his smile and nip of his teeth.

“Hi,” Keith murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his chin, and then squarely on the mouth again.

“Hi,” Lance responds, a little breathless, grinning widely. His hair is damp and curling at the edges. He’s left out his contacts for the night and the gold lenses match the gold flecks in his brown eyes. Everything he’s wearing is stolen right from Keith’s closet, except his socks, which are bright purple and covered in obnoxiously orange weiner dogs. Keith is so in love with him that the intensity of it embarrasses him, and he pulls away, face red, very interested suddenly in adjusting is rearview mirror.

Lance, knowing, only smiles.

“These are for you,” he says gruffly, shoving the paper takeout bag at Lance’s chest. Lance wastes no time digging through and shoving half of one in his face.

“Aw, baby,” he says, mouth completely full. “You’re literally the best. Sweet, attentive, manipulable, obsessed with me. Everything I intended when I did the love spell on you.”

Keith eyes Lance from his peripherals. He’s digging through his patched backpack, face completely serene. Keith is reminded of the actual sigil he has tattooed on his ankle. (He’s very familiar with it. It’s often right at eye level. Hard to miss, really.)

“…You’re a strange, strange man.”

“Anyways!” Lance continues, visibly gleeful. Keith reminds himself to focus on the goddamn road and remember his sister is watching with her giant wide eyes in the backseat, probably committing all his embarrassing actions to memory to report to Adam the second she is capable of speech. “I brought lots of movies. Mostly Jurassic Park, but also some educational stuff for the baby. Ghostbusters, High School Musical, you know. All that good stuff. And I stashed popcorn behind your microwave last time I slept over so we’re set for snacks.”

“Oh, we’re going to my brother’s place, actually, ‘cause Hana’s more comf— wait, behind the microwave? Why behind?”

“Wait, wait, hold on. We’re not going to your place?”

“No,” Keith says carefully. “I have some baby stuff in my apartment, but not a lot. Plus, Shiro has a better T.V. and also Adam just bought Moose Tracks. So.” He slows to a stop at a red light, noting Lance’s odd expression. “That okay?”

Lance screws up his face for a second, thinking. “I’m pretty sure? As long as there’s an extra toothbrush there. I have one at your place so I didn’t bother bringing one. And I guess I can survive a night without my face serum, but if I get one single wrinkle we’re beefing.”

“You’re not gonna get a stupid wrinkle,” Keith grouches. “And why would you get pissy if you get a wrinkle? We’re gonna get them eventually, and you —”

“‘We’?” Lance teases. “You gonna grow old with me? Gonna marry me someday, Kogane?”

“—can even use Shiro’s face stuff, anyway, I’m sure it’s the same.” Keith clears his throat. “And plus —”

His voice cracks horribly. Lance makes a valiant effort to keep his giggles to himself, but as Keith face continues to get hotter and hotter he loses control and laughs, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing with every hitched breath. His laughter sets Hana off, too, both of them encouraging each other’s ridiculousness until they’re as red as Keith is, gasping for breath.

“I hate it here,” Keith mutters darkly. “I’m turning around and bringing you back. You’re the worst. Why do I go out with you.”

Lance, barely recovered, makes kissy faces at him. “Because you want to maaaarrryyyyy meeeee, you think I’m seeeeexxxyyyyy, you want to kiiiiisssss meeeee —”

He cuffs Lance in the back of his head, pretending to check his blindspot and ignoring Lance’s cries of spousal abuse. “I actually just want you to watch Miss Congeniality twelve percent less often. For your own mental health.”

“Lies and slander! Peddling of falsehoods! Perjury and defamation!”

“I’m burning your thesaurus.”

“And now threats! Hana, you shall be my witness! I will testify against you in court! You will be jailed! I will visit you twice monthly!”

“That’s the second person today who wants me in jail,” Keith comments, pulling into Shiro’s driveway. “You’d visit me even if you put me in there?”

“Well, duh. Have to make sure you don’t go around kissing cute criminal boys or I will become a cute criminal boy.”

“Right, of course. I should have known.”

“You should have, yes.” Lance leans over and kisses him on the forehead with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ noise. “But it’s okay, I like ‘em a little dumb.”

“Help me get the diaper bag, goober,” Keith snorts, shoving him away. “I want to get inside so I can have a burrito before you eat them all.”

———

Lance was not kidding about High School Musical.

Obviously.

“Do you want her to grow up with no understanding of community, Keith,” he scolds, and pays no mind when Keith replies, “Well, she has a family, dude, so I’m not worried.”

They watch the stupid musical.

Keith is horribly endeared by Lance’s extensive knowledge of the choreography. Lance is horribly appalled at Keith’s ignorance. Hana is intrigued, mind body and soul, by every scene with Sharpay Evans. Keith assumes this will be a problem for Adam in the near future, and resolves to make that problem worse.

All this to say he’s having a very embarrassing night, in terms of mushy thoughts and feelings.

“I can’t wait to have kids of my own someday,” Lance sighs, a very sleepy Hana tucked into the crook of his arm. He watches her, soft, and Keith pauses with a DVD held loose in his hand, enraptured, because there’s a curve to Lance’s smile that he’s never seen before, and suddenly his left hand looks bare. “I know it’s supposed to be stressful and everything, but I used to force Hunk to play house with me when we were kids. Literally every day. And when my neice and nephew were born I hogged them all the time, even when they were screaming. I dunno. Being a parent sounds awesome. You get to…like…grow a person. It’s like growing a plant but a bajillion times better, probably.”

“Yeah,” says Keith, softly, and without meaning to he’s thinking of Shiro’s tired smile and the gentle hand Adam lays on the back of his neck, of their door that was always open for Keith’s nightmares, of Shiro’s clothes ruffling as he slid to the floor and sat for hours as Keith screamed himself hoarse and cried for a mother who left. Of Adam’s boiling pots and gentle hands as he guided Keith around a chopping knife. Of both Shiro’s choked-off sobs and Adam’s right embrace as Keith came back, thirteen, in the middle of the night, scared and no longer angry, and their quiet I’m so glad you’re safe. Thank you for coming back. “Yeah, family is important.”

Lance hums. He’s quiet long enough that Keith looks up, realising for the first time his gaze has been locked, unseeing, on the pictures on the wall, of Shiro and Adam and the two of them together and with Keith and with Hana and with Keith and Hana. Lance is watching him, quiet, dark eyes knowing, Hana finally asleep in his arms, beautiful and strong and everything Keith has ever wanted, suddenly, at once.

“I love you,” he blurts.

Lance smiles. “I’ve noticed.”

“Oh, you dickhead.”

“I’m saying it back!” Lance says, snickering, free hand held up in surrender. Keith walks over and slots their fingers together, squeezing slightly, leaning in and holding, a second, a hair’s breadth away from Lance’s mouth, watching his lips part, feeling the heat of his breath. His words are breathless, near silent, mouthed as much as spoken. “You changed my life, you know. I made you chase me because I thought it was funny, but — I made Hunk get me your number from Pidge the night I left the bar. I was going to text you if your brother’s tweet didn’t go viral and cement your dorkiness for eternity.”

“That’s a lotta words to say ‘I love you’, dorkbrain.”

“I know. You make me nervous.”

“You never get nervous.”

“I do with you.”

“Yeah?”

They’re so close now that their lips brush with every word, and Lance is grinning, eyes crinkled and lashes fluttering against Keith’s cheeks, and Keith has a hand careful on Hana’s head so he doesn’t crush her and is smiling just as wide. Cheesy, dorky, corny, and everything Keith wished for after every romance novel he’d steal, fooling no one, from Adam’s shelf and read long after bedtime.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I love you. Even though you’re a dweebus and a simp.”

He is, really, because he lets Lance get away with that, kissing him to shut him up, to feel his laughter right up close. It’s sparks flying and warmth spreading and heart slowing, and in the gentle darkness of the night.

It’s the promise of more to come.

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mr-laveau · 6 months

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hiya, dog here! this is for lav's listener design lab!!

Crow Folkestone, aka Freelancer/Voyeur/Deviant/Silly!

Crow grew up moving around a lot and with not great parents. When his powers started manifesting, his family treated him even more like the dirt on the bottom of their shoes. After Caelum appeared to him for the first time, he ran away from his family and went no contact with them

He's very much got a grunge/skater kinda vibe to him. A lot of thrifted and oversized stuff. Baggy jeans, big shirts and sweatpants, chunky sneakers, yk the vibes

He's transmasc (he/they/it), he presents pretty masc but he doesn't bind and has a pretty large chest, so he kind of appears androgynous because of it

Crow is white (irish/scottish)

About 25-26 ish?

Crow is chubby, with large thighs, a thick tummy, large chest, and the kind of arms that dads who don't work out but are still very strong have

Gemini

Crow's closest relationships are the D.A.M.N. crew. my version of redacted has them as a polycule! crow and gavin are primary partners though. they love their boys so much. and also caelum, but like. he's their son

Crow has a numerous amount of hobbies, from photography (loves bringing a digicam everywhere he goes, esp with the D.A.M.N. crew, and recording memories), to writing poetry, to singing and playing guitar/bass, and more! They love video games, and reading books, and watching videos, and writing, and hanging out with the crew!

Not technically a deity, but a hero from myth: Crow would be Patroclus. Their dedication to their friends and lovers is so strong they would die for any of them. They don't want to be the hero, and are uncomfortable with the attention it can bring, but they're thrusted into the role anyways and have grown because of it

Redacted Audio's D.A.M.N. Storyline!

Crow is incredibly dedicated and very understanding. Past relationships have made them very much a pleaser and go-with-the-flow about things (/neutral, some partners were good, most were not, but both experiences shaped him). They understand limits and don't expect anything in return, even if they secretly want someone to dote on them. Crow wants to be the muse and not just the artist sometimes. In the past they were more the one doing things for their partner/s, so having Gavin do things for them like they would do still catches them off guard now and then. For their friends, Crow likes to treat them almost like other partners; that same dedication is given to them as well. Crow likes making sure everyone is happy and is heard

Crow values being truthful to oneself greatly, as well as having love for humanity

just existing by daysormay !

Crow is the truest "listenersona" i have, so their design is actually based on what i look like irl! just with a few differences (eye color and some minor body details mainly)

Crow stands at 5'8 1/2, with shaggy/curly dark brown hair in a shag mullet with fluffy bangs. A small braid hangs from behind their ear, given to them by Caelum. They have brown eyes and freckles across their face and body. They have piercings on their face and ears (septum & paired nostrils, center labret, stretched ears [2g], four more piercings in each ear), and tattoos across their body. Recently he got on testosterone. He's pretty hairy. Almost like a cub?

Crow is absolutely a puppyboy. It's also a polyglot! He calls Gavin "playboy", as well as "lover boy". Absolute stoner. It's assigned the D.A.M.N. crew as Muppets. He is just chef's kiss.

This listener lab design is one of the coolest things ever! Is it weird to say thank you? I love when creators give back to their community like this, and this is such a good way of doing that!

ty again!

LaVeau-gue - design #002 - Freelancer - Crow - Redactedgender

Heyo! You're welcome for making your design, I don't think it's weird really, it goes a long way to remind people that artists and creators are in fact human and do not exist for the benefit and entertainment of fandoms or people (you wouldn't believe the sense of entitlement on some folks really) but enough about that, here's the design for crow!

Design Notes!

There's a little something I like to keep in mind sometimes and something that I have to remind myself about from time to time which is:

"Sometimes people don't want your extra touch, they just want you to draw something for them."

That is something I had to keep in mind for this design so instead of going on a tangent in regards to how my own, I'll just let ya know how I interepreted your notes:

In particular, I chose to just take your visual notes literally, making sure to incorporate the different piercings where I could make them visible. Other stuff like its haircut, freckles, eyes and hair type were just thongs I took at face value.

Now when it came to a few other elements, things got tricky:

You specified that Crow had tattoos but never specified what those tattoos were so I decided to improvise by incorporating barbs, the anarchist symbol, a broken heart, a "live" tatoo and a star om their arms since they seemed to make sense for his backstory.

In terms of fashion, I leaned into the skater/grunge aesthetic to create something easy, breezy that could fit the vibe but also felt androgynous whilst leaning into masc territory.

A few special tidbits I incorporated was the braid-by which I mean that I used a pink hair tie on it to colour match with Caelum and gave Crow a hot pink collar that I like to think he got from Gavin.

Crow genuinely feels like a character who doesn't see themself as the main character but perceivs himself as an extra in everybody else's life, its fashion does come from a more bold subculture but they also seem very much to be the type to be the lone skater dude. In conjunction with this, your pick of Patroclus was interesting as it general supports my theory that Crow likely doesn't see themself as their own person but as a part to other people's stories. As such, I felt it best to give crow an appearance that would match that, something that would at least look different to your average Joe but wouldn't seem to out of place in a city like Dahlia I'm California.

And that's your LaVeau-gue design! Hope you enjoy it! (Oh yeah I also changed the name to LaVeau-gue since I liked it more)

Wanna have your listener designed by me? Check out my rules for LaVeau-gue and send an ask my way!

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voxxisms · 27 days

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sorry for the absence with little notice or discussion. life update under the cut, cw for medical talk / negativity (personal / non tumblr related).

tldr; having a lot of personal struggles which means i haven't had a lot motivation to be present, write properly, etc. i am much more easily found on discord, you can look for my drop, but activity is subject to energy levels sadly. monetary support can be offered here on ko-fi but is never required by any means. i do offer small commissions there, though my art is by no means top tier professional grade. i do writing ones, too, though.

i apologise profusely for not being super active. believe me, i want to be. i love writing in this space, i love the partners i've found to write with, i love my muses and my plots. i just ... don't have it in me right now. i hope you all understand <3 thank you for your endless patience.

i started having very severe panic attacks every day that have made it nearly impossible to go to work. the move i made here was very recent, and i started school and work nearly immediately, and i think the overwhelming nature of all it is finally hitting. i have a diagnosed panic disorder that triggers very awful agoraphobia, and it becomes a pretty vicious cycle. i am lucky to have gotten hold of decent medical coverage, and later this week will be seeing both a psychiatrist and a primary care doctor, i hope. i need to sort out a plan of action sooner rather than later.

i haven't been to work in almost two weeks, and they suspended me for next week to give me stress - free time to sort myself medically. luckily my managers have been very willing to work with me. it still sucks. six months ago i wasn't struggling like this, and i find it hard reconciling that i was working six hour shifts three or four times a week no problem, and now can't even bring myself to cross the front door.

it does lead to other issues. i'm definitely super depressed, and struggling to find motivation to do much at all. i'm exhausted all the time mentally, and sleep at least twelve hours out of the day.

i am okay. i don't have concerns for my own safety, but it is all very stressful. i can't afford to not be working right now, i do have some saving graces out there if it keeps being an issue, but it's far from ideal. if folks want to support me on ko-fi, i have the link, but it is not required by me, or even in general. everything helps, knowing i have something, but i will be okay if nobody does, to be very clear. i should be getting a lump sum sometime at the end of the month or next month that will help, too.

anyways yeah, that's basically it. i'll see if i have any motivation another day to hang here.

#【 LEE ONE && ONLY | ( AUTHOR ). 】#【 THE BATTERIES ARE DOWN | ( OOC ). 】#cw // negative #cw // medical talk #cw // vent

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kyuboks · 3 months

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PROFILE // POWERS

hello! it's fifi (she/her), youngwoong's ( @0woong ) mun here with my second muse – kyubok (this time, named after 'one who is blessed by god') ! kyubok is my slightly more emo, but still equally as outwardly happy brain child! an ex-aeternal trainee, that was forced to leave in his third year, due to a freak accident during training that has now rendered him... powerless. because of the nature of his powers (that he may/may not have anymore ... hehe 🤔) you'll always see him with a pair of black gloves on! again, i would love to plot with everyone so please do like this post if it's alright for me to jump into your ims 🩶

and i do have a quick tl;dr on kyubok underneath the cut!

powers

primary: material decomposition

if anyone knows mha... his power is/was basically shigaraki's power

kyubok can manipulate decomposition, the process by which organic substances are broken down into simpler forms of matter.

he can increase or decrease the rate of rotting, but cannot stop or reverse it.

this only works if kyubok has all five fingers touching the object/matter.

kyubok no longer has this ability as he’s lost his fingers on both hands.

minor: enhanced vision

influenced by his mother, kyubok’s minor ability is enhanced vision.

he can see things closely from up to 1m away. though he isn’t able to do anything about it, he can only observe.

profile...! and onto why kyubok no longer has some of his fingers 🥲

kyubok doesn’t remember much about his father. his only vivid memory being his father taking him to an aquarium once as a child. at four years old, his father had been arrested for white collar crimes. his mother and family had completely cut contact with him.

he’s 10 when his powers begin to manifest. they discover he has the ability to make things decay with a touch, at a rapid speed. after more observation, they realize is only happens when kyubok has all five fingers touching the object.

they soon realize it isn't just limited to objects. the powers continue to manifest themselves. ( cw: mention of animal death ) kyubok accidentally touches his pet bird with all five fingers, and it disintegrates almost immediately ( cw: end ). kyubok has the ability to make anything decay.

from then on, kyubok’s mother has him wear a glove at all times ( “never take it off,” she would tell him. ) – he still wears gloves to this day!

at thirteen, his family is caught in a battle. he cries for help – and an aeternal comes. they save him. his mother sadly, doesn’t survive. kyubok weeps into the arms of the aeternal.

from then on, kyubok swears that he wants to be an aeternal as well, he wants to help people and save them. so that more children wouldn’t have to go through the feeling that he did!!!

his maternal grandfather officially adopts him. kyubok continues to wear his gloves all through out his life.

he trains and studies hard to become an aeternal.

right after highschool, he spends one year dedicated to simply training and studying to be an aeternal, applying twice.

at twenty one years old, he’s finally accepted into seoul aeternal training academy.

kyubok spends the next three years training diligently at the academy in field combat.

( tw: accident ) a terrible accident happens while kyubok is training, and he ends up losing a finger on his right hand, and two on his left ( tw: end )

he decides to keep what had happened a secret, not wanting to ‘taint’ the name of the seoul aeternal training academy. he believes that people still need someone to look up to when in danger – the aeternals.

he uses prosthetic fingers now, but he covers it with his gloves

kyubok is devastated. his primary abilities no longer work. heartbroken, he leaves the academy.

#( .ooc )#( his emo ass shigaraki-esque powers that he no longer has...

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bokettochild · 1 year

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with my father's funeral today and your perchance to write excellent "Wars/Time/Sky going dad", felt like telling you about a rather fitting song for any of the Link-Dads (although im mostly focusing on Sky and Legend)

it's called "My Father's Eyes" by Eric Clapton. he wrote it as his whole life, he never met his father. one lyric from it "I feel like a bridge that was washed away. My foundations were made of clay" made me think of Legend and how although he had his uncle, you do have part of him longing to have had parents at some point. knowing they love you helps, but it's quite different when they're gone forever

trust me, i know

another fitting line was "As my soul, slides down to die, how did I lose him, what did i try? Bit by bit, I've realized. That he was here with me, I looked into my father's eyes." it reminded me of when Legend realizes that Sky is pretty much his dad now. even though he never had his father, he looked up and saw him in Sky

it's a great song, my dad loved it

I'm sorry I didn't get to this over the weekend when you sent it, but as soon as I could, i sat down and listened to the song.

I don't know why or how I came out writing what I did, but I hope it helps at least a little (I think you were asking for a story? Sorry if I read this wrong)

Anyways, my brain's been trapped by the last update, and the song made me listen to other similar ones and I got this

Midnight Skies

Legend won’t lie and say he doesn’t feel jealous when, the moment they arrive at Hyrule castle, Four runs and jumps into the arms of the first knight they see. Not that he’d freely admit to said jealousy though as it churns in his gut when the man swings their smallest hero around with a deep laugh before settling small feet again to the earth and ruffling already mused and messy blonde hair. Height aside, there’s enough resemblance; something in the eyes and the set of the jaw, that leaves no doubt as to the fact that the armored soldier is their smithy’s father.

And doesn’t that just sting.

He’s pretty sure he doesn’t let on anything over dinner, as not one but two men sit to their smithy’s side, father and grandfather all too eager to hear how their boy has been, egging stories out of the heroes and sharing some of their own. All while Four groans into the table and tries, desperately, to discredit all present and deny any and all accusations. Legend manages, somehow, to smile and laugh along, all while something dark twists inside his gut, hating the smithy for the way the other hero groans and complains about father and grandfather both.

As if he isn’t the luckiest one among them to have both.

Time’s father was a tree, or so the joke goes.

Twilight was raised by a whole village, the local blacksmith taking primary care of teaching him as he grew up, but even then, the relationship isn’t exactly father and son.

Warriors keeps any word of family held close to his chest, but the brief mentions in past imply that any father he knew was distant and typically drunk.

Wild doesn’t remember being a kid, much less having a family.

Wind was raised by his grandmother.

Hyrule’s father was gone before he was ever born.

Sky was an orphan raised in the academy by the elderly housekeeper and her husband.

And well, Legend had his uncle. For all of eight years before Ganon’s knights killed the man in a sewer beneath the castle. And even after the triforce brought him back, the man was... different.

It hurt.

Four’s father is warm. And when the smithy splits, four persons now rather than one, all are greeted by color and treated with fondness.

Uncle could never understand why he’d changed. Why the little boy who had wanted to run an orchard and live in the country would suddenly wake up crying most nights. Why warm hugs were fought off in panic. He’d been startled when Legend couldn’t stand to so much look at a dog, never mind pet one. There’d been endless confusion, and on some nights, he’d overheard Uncle talking with the Elder’s wife. She’d come up to check on them, on him specifically, but they’d both thought he was asleep. He wishes he had been. He'd never have heard Uncle admit he didn’t know how to handle him anymore. He'd never have heard the man call him a stranger.

Legend had set out the next day, claiming to visit Zelda.

A visit turned into a plea for anything to get him out, which itself turned to a mission to Holodrum to find Din.

Some days, he regrets having left.

The house was empty when he came home. He’s still not exactly sure what happened, and he couldn’t bear to ask, but he hopes, wherever he went, that Uncle’s life got easier without him.

Sometimes he wishes he’d fought back the screaming of his mind and just allowed strong arms to wrap around him one last time. Wishes he’d hid it better. Realistically, at nine years old, there was no way to hide the demons in his mind. Not while living in a little one room cottage. Not when Uncle stayed up late anyways, or late for Legend anyway. Now, nine o’clock hardly seems late at all, especially when sleep evades him so often, but back then, it’d seemed so very late indeed, especially in winter.

Sometimes, when Warriors takes out his pipe or someone cleans their sword, he can almost smell the heavy tobacco and sword grease scent the old knight always carried on him. Even now, sitting in Four’s house, the smell is everywhere. Grandpa Smith smells just like him, and doesn’t that just rub it all in deeper? Doesn’t watching the little touches, the hands on shoulders, the hair ruffles, the slaps of the back that nearly send the smithy flying, just make his heart scream and fists clench with the desperate urge to punch the smithy in his smiling face.

Four just had to have it all, didn’t he? And the smithy doesn’t even realize it.

Legend excuses himself as soon as dinner is over.

He doesn’t make a big deal about it, is careful to smile and duck out when the others are all talking. It’s just all too much to stand and watch, and it hurts a part of him that he thought he’d numbed ages ago. So, the moment he gets out, a breathe of relief escapes into the night air around him.

He’s fine.

No really, he is. He’s fine.

Gnarled fingers catch old wood. The roof over the forge isn’t low, but it’s lower than the one in the house, and with the slope of it, so common in add-ons, it’s easy to hoist himself up onto the thatching, to settle back against weathered straw and stare up at the skies.

The night is a cool one, but any breeze there is exists in only a whisper, and he manages to not shiver against it as he lays, tracing constellations and finding long familiar ones.

Well, until he remembers how Uncle had been the one who’d taught him how to find them, then it’s ruined.

He’s not mad, he really isn’t.

But it does hurt.

It hurts like finding his parent’s house. Like knowing they were alive for years, that they weren’t dead like everyone said, or at least not when they’d said it. They’d been out there; lost, but thinking of him, and if he’d only come sooner, set out instead of lingering, innocent and clueless at home with Uncle, he might have had a chance to meet them.

Legend pushes himself up, arms wrapping around his knees as he stares to the stoney path that leads to the forge door.

Did he have his mother’s eyes? Before the dark world’s transformations changed their color for good? Did he get the pretty crystal blue from her? His father? Zelda has the same color as he used to; which parent did she get it from? They’re almost each others’ reflections, past scars and pain, the streaks of silver in her hair and the creases beneath his eyes. Life hasn’t been kind to either of them, but they had each other.

He wishes they’d had more.

He hasn’t been around as much as he wishes, but they’ve sat up and talked about it once or twice. What were they like- Zelda once mused into his arms- their parents? Was their father tall? Was their mother pretty? Do they have his nose? Which one had slender hands? Which one did the two of them get their sharp ears from? Who was the strong one?

And when the sun had set lower, and it’d been too dark in the keep for them to see each other anymore: would they have loved them? Would they be proud? Would their parents have looked at what they’ve done with their lives and smile? Would they be sad?

He’d never said it, kept it close, but tonight, staring up at the sky, Legend wonders if they would have understood.

Or maybe they would have been like Uncle, and the fate that got its claws into their children would have made them turn away in despair as well.

His throat hurts.

“Legend?”

The voice is soft, but it makes him start all the same. He hadn’t heard the door open at all, but there’s a shadow on the path below, framed in the light from the open cottage door.

Quickly, he runs a sleeve over his face. He hasn’t cried in a long time, but he checks just to be sure. After all, you can never be too cautious around other people. Especially adults.

“Vet?” the voice repeats, a tick of concern in it.

For a moment he debates just waiting for them to go in again and give up. He’s tired of people, and he doesn’t want to deal with whomever it is. He thinks it’s Twilight, that or Warriors, because the voice isn’t rough enough for Time, and the shadow is too tall for anyone else.

But after the time on the road that they’ve had, after he’s scolded Wild and Hyrule both for wandering off so often, he doesn’t exactly have the right to let the others worry. Not when he’s scolded so much for them doing the same.

“Up here,” it’s more sigh than call, drawn out reluctantly as he hunches forwards a bit further, chin settling on his folded arms.

The shadow on the path shifts. There’s the sound of everyone in the house still laughing and talking, but it fades as the door falls shut, the light and thus the shadow below disappearing with the noise.

He breathes again. They went in. He’s alone again.

He kind of wishes he wasn’t.

“You alright?”

So, he isn’t? Legend straightens, looking down below the thatching and catching sight of sideswept bangs and dark eyes. Twilight’s stare is shadowed, by his hair, the light, and some emotion the veteran can’t name, but it’s intense. If he hadn’t been fixed by it so many times before, it would make Legend squirm. It doesn’t though. He’s had the rancher up his tail enough before to be used to his stare. Scolding him for bullying Sky (he’d just been frustrated, but who even cared really?) for snarking back, or teasing Time. Twilight’s stare was on him almost the whole time he got turned into a rabbit, and while it wasn’t nearly as stern, it held a similar weight. Now it’s more similar to the night after that horrid battle with the shadow. Twilight’s eyes aren’t harsh or accusing, but there’s something warm in them for the brief moment he can see them before the man disappears beneath the awning.

Callused hands catch the beam at the edge of the rood, and it’s only a moment or so before the rancher is swinging up in front of him, puffing and grinning crookedly as midnight blue eyes catch his own. “Up for some company?”

He shrugs, but motions to the roof around him, settling further into his slump.

Twilight’s smile fades into a frown in moments. “Something bothering you?”

He shakes his head.

Dark brows draw low as the rancher swings up fully, crawling across the roof before settling at his side, heavy eyes fixed on him all the while. “What’s eating you?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles into his arms, but even as he says it, he knows Twilight won’t believe him.

The rancher’s hand lifts from the roof, hovering between them, uncertain.

Legend turns his stare back to the path below them. “’m just tired, rancher. ‘s fine.”

Heavy eyes scream disbelief more than words bother to utter.

Legend shifts, curling a bit tighter and setting his jaw, gaze fixing on the ground below. If he doesn’t look, Twilight’s pained stare can’t make him talk. If he doesn’t move, maybe Twilight too will give up and just walk away. It would make trying to sort his head out easier.

“Ledge, hey, talk to me.”

The rancher’s voice is so soft it physically hurts.

“You’ve been tense all evening, bunny-”

And that is just the breaking point because that’s Uncle’s pet name for him! He can’t help the way he turns, scowling, ready to hiss that Twilight cannot call him that, only to pause as predicted at the man’s heavy stare. Twilight looks all so familiarly pained, like he does when Wild’s struggling with his memories or Time’s being especially harsh. He’s never seen it directed at him though.

He's not sure what to do with it.

Dark hair sweeps forwards as the older man shifts, leaning against his own raised legs to mimic the veteran’s pose, stare heavy and seeking, but not expectant. “Did something happen?”

It takes a moment for him to remember to respond, but when he does he shakes his head quickly. Breaking eye contact helps, and he drops his gaze back to the path below, chin settling in the folds of his sleeves to stop him glancing back.

“Well somethings eating you.”

Not anything that’s the rancher’s business though.

“You’re not normally this quiet.”

That earns a look. A scowl that has Twilight chuckling, deep and throaty, shoulders shaking as the man turns glittering eyes back to the path.

Legend follows his gaze. There's nothing down there, but at least it’s something to look at. He needs that; if his mind doesn’t settle on something he just knows his thoughts will spiral out to places even he doesn’t recognize.

It’s quiet for a moment, only the deep sounds of Twilight’s breathing and the rustle of trees filling the air around them, and despite himself, Legend tunes himself to their sound, matching the rancher’s breath with his own until his heart slows a little in his chest and some of the knot that’s curled there loosens. It’s only then, as he matches the pace of the other, that Twilight breaks it to speak.

“Almost makes me miss home.”

“Ordon?” He’s not sure why he asked.

The rancher nods. “Yeah.” There’s another little chuckle, the shaking of the rancher’s head as he moves to lean back against his arms, eyes drifting upwards towards the sky. Legend tracks his stare, turned upwards to the Ancient Beast; the stars of its eyes twinkling extra bright against the expanse, as it stares down as though to meet it’s match. He huffs a little at the thought, silent, and turns back to stare at the path below them.

There’s a few stones missing on the left side, cracked and overgrown on the right.

It needs repair.

“I’ll bet Uli’s singing the baby to sleep right now,” the rancher muses, smile fond and lonesome. “Colin will have drifted off ages ago, and Rusl is probably still out in the forge, getting the last of the fall work done before the snow sets in.” The man hums, rolling his shoulders. “Goat kids’ll be nearly grown about now, ready for slaughter.”

Legend winces, and it earns another laugh from the man as sparkling eyes turn down to him again, grin still present but all too aware. “How about you? What will it be like at home for you?”

He debates answering, before at least deciding it’s not worth it to let Twi keep pushing. “The trees are probably ready for harvest. Orchard will be all full of fallen fruit right about now.”

“And?” the other man prods.

The veteran shrugs. “Fields are probably being cleared. I dunno, I’m not a farmer.”

“What is your family probably doing?”

Something sharp and bitter inside whispers ‘lying in graves’ but he keeps that to himself, instead answering “don’t have one.”

Again the soft smile fades, warm eyes all too pained, all too knowing, all too frustratingly warm as he sits and tries to ignore them. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s life.”

“So you have no one?”

Silence.

“Not even a friend somewhere, waiting for you to come home?”

He shrugs again, he’s not sure. Zelda is out there, but she knows he’s gone and won’t be expecting him back. Syrup and Irene might notice he’s gone, Gully will, but they won’t be waiting either. They all know he comes and goes like the autumn wind, there one moment and gone the next. It’s almost a saying back in Kakariko that if you see the hero you’d better catch him before he fades away, as there’s no telling where he is from day to day.

Seeing as there’s no place to linger for long, he doesn’t know what they expect.

Twilight twists around, gaze heavy and eyes sorrowful. “Is that what it is? Seeing Four at home?”

He huddles down a bit furtehr, as though the flinch off the blow the words deal.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” And it’s less question than it is sigh, the rancher turning back to the sky, pain still present in midnight blue, the stars dimming within. “When there’s no one at home waiting-”

“Do you have to rub it in?”

Twilight starts, flushes slightly and moves to rub at his neck. “Sorry.”

“It’s not the end of the world,” he mumbles into his sleeves, fingers gripping tight in dark folds. “’s just how things are. No point crying about it.”

“Makes things awful lonely though.”

As though Twilight needed to tell him.

Legend curls just a bit tighter into himself, eyes falling shut. It’s childish, but a part of him hopes that if he closes his eyes, Twilight will just go away and stop reminding him of it all. “Don’t you have a champion to be wrangling right about now?”

The thatch beneath them rustles, betraying some sort of movement from his companion, but this time he has the sense to keep his eyes shut as Twilight answers, has the sense to leave himself in the dark as to the look on the other man’s face, or what he’s doing. “Wild seemed pretty content to sit and listen to Time trying to out match Leon and Mister Smith.”

“And you weren’t content to stay with them?”

There’s a soft little hum and then “I wanted to be out here with you.”

What the actual-

“Why?”

“Because.” As though it’s the simplest thing in the world.

And it seems like to Twilight it must be, because when he lifts his face to stare at the man, bright eyes are turned up towards the sky, face peaceful and undisturbed, even as Legend stares in utter and complete confusion. He keeps staring too, waiting for Twilight to admit some real reason, or to look at him and laugh at him for believing the words, but the man doesn’t. Twilight just keeps watching the sky, gaze darting from one constellation to another until at last the man frowns, face creasing in confusion as he stares upwards.

Curious, Legend tries to follow his gaze. He has to edge a bit closer to the other man, but the flick of an ear is the only response to his motion, so that even when he's only a few inches away, there’s no complaint.

When he looks up, he sees the Holy Maiden cradling the moon in her arms.

“Four said there’s something round the moon,” it’s like Twi knows he’s looking too, although he knows there’s been nary a glance spared his way since last words were spoken. “but I can’t fathom what the heck it is.”

Legend huffs. “It’s the Holy Maiden.”

“The wha?” Twilight’s smile is almost infectuous.

He rolls his eyes, leaning a bit closer to trace the stars, showing the rancher how they mesh and weave into the image. “It’s Lolia, goddess of the Mirror World.” His hand falls, and it’s only then he realizes just how close he’s pressed himself to his brother’s side, Twilight’s gaze on him though stops him from shifting away, almost wary to move at all as the man watches. “She’s Hylia’s reflection.”

There’s a furrow in dark brows, but nothing said. Rather, an arm comes up around behind him, warm and solid against his back.

He's not sure what prompts him to continue, gaze trailing up to stare at the crescent cradled in star formed arms. “They say that when darkness first fell on the world, the people were afraid the world was ending, so Lolia crafted the moon to give them light and assurance, even on the longest and harshest of nights. They say she holds it up herself each night to give promise to her people, and whenever it’s light fades, she renews it so they’ll never be without.”

“Always just thought it was a big rock in the sky,” comes the answering hum.

Legend snorts.

The arm behind him shifts, lifting to settle around his shoulder and pull him closer as the rancher’s other hand points upwards, towards the Great Triangle. “What about that bunch over there.”

Laughter escapes him despite himself at the man’s incompetance. “You really were brough up human, huh?”

He’s expecting some scolding or huff, but Twilight just glances down, arching a brow expectantly.

Legend rolls his eyes and gives in. “it’s the Great Triangle, the stars that point the way to Hyrule Castle. Once upon a time, they say the Triforce was formed up there.”

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#lu legend #lu twilight #ketto writes #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #cantankerouscanuck my beloved #best wishes with you friend #i hope you find healing

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kylo-wrecked · 6 months

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SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog

REPOST. DON'T REBLOG

*~Fair warning, unreliable munarrator~*

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I don’t have fandom OTPs (though I do have ships I favor over others). As such, I don’t have true rp OTPs. I understand this isn’t the norm… my condolences.

To jump on the… no, PULL, the bandwagon, like a mule, I say… *chin-hands* I cherish all the ships you see here, from the familial to the romantic to the sadistic (currently active or not). Since I enjoy a variety of dynamics, I feel very lucky to have the muns and friends who’ve taken the time to write with me, especially over this last year.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I like to feel things out through the writing and let the ships sail organically and perhaps also majestically along the Aegean... or straight into Charybdis; it depends. When the writing works, I find we’ll inevitably have conversations about where we want to set our sails. When in doubt or with a new mun, I try to follow your lead. Pre-establishing ships are something we have to discuss and plot.

I don’t partake in pregnancy threads, nor do I read them. No exceptions.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Mun can take or leave age gaps. The muse… In default aus, Modern!/Music!Ben’s around 30-34, and as (self conscious) public figures, I’m not sure either would date under 28. But Music!Ben is Music!Ben. Ex-Con!Ben is 34+ and, at any rate, would much rather any romantic interest be at least around his age.

I move all over Dark!Ren’s timeline. Sometimes he’s he’s a 40-something-year-old cyborg who absorbed all his knights and roams wild space for fresh meat. Sometimes, he’s a deranged 25-year-old still-kind-of-a-kid on a leash holding a bunch of other deranged kids on leashes. His primary interest is the Ren. You do the math.

Are you selective when shipping?

Romance/sensual/sexual: Yes and no. No, because I like to ship. Yes, because consent, communication, compatibility, and chemistry are what make a ship fly. (Quadruplex, bitch!) We’re not getting to That Side of Neverland on nothing but pixie dust. 💅

Familial/platonic: Trick question, we still have to have the four Cs.

As a side note on romantic ships, so long as we keep things PG-13/fade to black, we don’t have to talk all the time or often. We can sail side by side in silence while our muses figure things out.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

‘S’all about the motion of the ocean, na mean? If it gets kinky and implicit, we can keep it on the blog. If it gets kinky and explicit, we whisk it off to Discord. This only happens if we have a bond. This has been a PSA…

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

My muse has as many connections as I can write/keep up with. They can be seen right here on kylo-wrecked.tumblr.com for free! Read more—no jk.

There is invariable potential.

@etoilebleu, @itmeanspeace, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @lastxdragon, @silverjetsystm, @valkxrie, @brooklynislandgirl, @nightmarefuele , @mayxthexforce , @chromium-siren , @smokinmirrors are some muns I ship with romantically. Sometimes, the ships are in a questionable state. Sometimes, they're toxic. Sometimes the ships are made out of lies. Sometimes, they're not even ship-shaped; who knows? They all have flags, and the flags flap proudly.

Famships with @desireandduty and @shadowedlights (exploring with @mnolith / @destincd).

Muses my variants are still getting to know (because I am slow, etc.): @bewitchingbaker, @smolcuriouskitten, @corinnebaileyrp, @southern-belle-outcasts (Nilza), @protectmypeople (lol).

Come one, come all.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Gone corporate: let’s have a quick check-in to see whether we’re aligned.

How often do you like to ship?

Gone automation: I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. Please try again later. *dial tone*

Are you multiship?

Yes, and as many muns have said before me, I ship across verses. Picture it: me on a good day, potentially you, shipping across the universe…

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less. I’m here for juicy writing of all types.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I’m a near-fandomless sham. Something broke in me, idk. I can think of the most erotic scene I’ve seen in a movie in quite some time, but it’s controversial and doesn’t belong here teehee.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

We write a little. We talk a little. The rest we’ll make up as we go along. I don’t love plotting myself into corners when the sea we write on is fluid. Feels weird, man.

tagged by: my @brooklynislandgirl

tagging: thief it and tag me

#ooc #about the mun #{when you can't sleep; meme}#{i need to either remember or create an additional tag for posts like these lol}

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weidaoduzun3 · 1 year

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Lectio Divina and How That Looks in My Praxis

Lectio Divina is a Christian meditative practice within the mystical circles of the faith. It is Latin for “divine reading.” These more esoteric interpretations and scriptural practices were believed to stretch as far back as the 3rd century CE by Origen of Alexandria (185CE—253CE). The four-step method we know today was formalized by the Christian monk Gugio II in the 12th century. Not sure when the fifth step was added, but given that Gugio was a monk, I guess it makes sense why he would stop just at four.

So, when diving into wordy, philosophical texts such as the Dao de Jing, or Corpus Hermeticum, one may obviously want to pursue these texts from an analytical and intellectual perspective. While that kind of point of view has its time and place, it indeed “misses the mark,” so to speak, on what and how these texts should be read and experienced. Now Hanegraaff proposes that early academics viewed the Hermetic corpora as nothing more than a “literary phenomenon” with no actual practitioners. This was obviously due to how these texts didn’t seem to have canonical views and that the texts do not display a dogmatic structure resembling something like Christianity or Islam. He proposes that there was indeed a Hermetic Spirituality rather than some modern example of a “school of hermeticism” with many students diligently copying notes. This is evident in the only known “Hermetic practitioners” we can name today: Theosobia, Zosimus, and Iamblichus. We indeed see that Hermeticism was just as practical and involved much praxis as philosophical thought. I can’t say much about the scholarship in Daoism, but we have more evidence of Daoist praxis of which is heavily tied to Chinese folk magic.

From the beginning of my journey, I knew Hermeticism was right for me, it took me about a year to really settle into it and solidify my praxis around a Hermetic framework, so I wish to keep it that way. One thing I know that I, and a lot of other people I converse with, sort of mirror traditions and faiths that really embody what a Hermetic praxis looks like, as the evidence for what I have, as a Hermeticist, is that of the teachings of Iamblichus and Zosimos to Theosobia. We know philosophy and reading was prerequisite for Iamblichus in his apology of Theurgy in his Response to Porphyry, but mere intellection alone cannot raise us up to the gods and ultimately to the Platonic Forms. “…for it is not pure thought that unites the theurgist to the gods.” (DM II.11). For Iamblichus, intellectual pursuits were not the primary goal to us to return to the gods.

To put that off the way, what are the four steps to Lectio Divina as established by Gugio II? They are as follows (Latin on the left—English on the right).

Lectio—Reading

Mediatio—Meditation

Oratio—Prayer

Contemplatio—Contemplate

And the Fifth step is Actio- Action.

I will link another article explaining these steps in more detail, under a Hermetic understanding, as the purpose of this musing is just to reflect on what this practically looks like in my practice. (See my Twitter page for the link).

Before I begin my Lectio, my readings, I start with a prayer. This prayer was gifted to me by a friend many months ago, and I have edited it since then. My version of the prayer is as follows:

O God, teach me gnosis so I may know you in all your holy forms. Grant me the essence of the Prophets’ understanding, the eloquence of their memory, and the quick comprehension of your archangels. O God, bless me with your light of wisdom and quick experience, liberate me from the darkness of doubt, and open the fates of your light, O God of the Worlds.

Likewise, here is a Taoist mantra to recite before you begin a Lectio Divina, translated by a friend from a Taoist Discord Server:

誦經密咒

貪羅鬱羅，符無蘇陀。太沖太極，陰陽抱和。

出有入無，鬼神莫測。出生入死，變化自然。

元始混炁，玄中之玄。上干有頂，下洞太淵。

誦之一徧，沈痾自痊。鍊魂育魄，真陽自全。

齋戒禮誦，萬過飛仙。無上密咒，萬神綿綿。

心中心咒，重得宣傳。貪羅洞盟，與道合真。

玉清上極，梵炁氤氳。分靈布炁，降注臣身。

形神俱妙，變化飛昇。一如令格，統攝萬靈。急急如律令。

English:

"Recite the secret mantra, (the name of the mantra)

The entanglement of desire and sorrow, talismans offer no aid..

Supreme void, supreme polarity, yin and yang embrace harmony.

Outward is being, Inward is non-being, ghosts and deities can’t find or predict it.

Outward is life, Inward is death, it's natural transformations.

Primordial chaos energy, the mysterious center of the mysterious.

Above, reach the celestial peak; below, touch the deep abyss.

Recite it throughout; ailments self-heal.

Refine the Hun, nurture the Po, true yang becomes complete.

Abstinence, chanting, transcend the mundane.

Supreme secret mantra, myriad gods abound.

The mind that stays centered and be with the mantra, will attain the state of legend.

The net of desires has holes, united with the true Tao.

Jade purity ultimate ascent, Silence energy pervades.

Share spirit and give energy, descend it down to my body.

Form and spirit are both wonderous, transformations soaring.

Unified like the command, encompassing myriad spirits.

Please follow my orders."

These prayer are only said with the purpose that I will be “divinely reading” a chapter from the Corpus Hermeticum or Dao de Jing.

After reading a chapter from either text, I will meditate on them. The way it is described within the Christian tradition, this looks like after just basely reading the texts, you revisit the quotes and passages that didn’t make much sense or the passages that resonate with you, and the goal is to explore those feelings that are invoked in the reading. Here, I employ an act of pondus, Latin for pondering. This stage of the Lectio Divina in my praxis involves much emotion and self-reflection brought about by revisiting and further pondering those chapters and passages I have just read.

After my meditation, we enter the Oratio (prayer) step. I repeat the same prayer from above and further pray; since today is Tuesday, and I honor Anpu on Tuesday, I will continue with prayers in accordance with the great god of the scales. I observe a deity every day of the week, as this helps me keep my praxis more organized than praying to many deities every day. These prayers will include pre-written and informal ones to the god to help me further understand the words I have just read and meditated on.

Next, we come into Contemplatio. The way this looks for me is after reading a chapter and further pondering the passages that struck me as odd or true, I equip my shroud and gown, sit in the dark with earplugs, close my eyes, and meditate and sit with those words. So if I finish reading chapter 37 of the Dao de Jing, the terms and phrases I have underlined, such as: “Listen, with this unvarnished simplicity without a name, there will be no desires. Without desires, there will be peace, and all under heaven will be settled independently.” I will meditate on these words, silently reciting them repeatedly for 10-20 minutes.

When the rain noises on my phone alert me to return to my senses and close out the Cotemplatio stage, Gugio II would have me stop here. But like I said, there is a 5th step to this Lectio Divina Process, and I’m not sure when this 5th step was added. Regardless, I now enter the Actio phase. How does one put these words that we have effectively eaten, chewed, sat with, and digested into action? This four-step process brings about a great humility of the heart and soul. So when one effectively participates in a “Divine Reading” as prescribed with the guidelines proposed by Gugio II, this great humbling leads to greater and more discoveries of the Self, I purpose. As I’m struck with a great sense of humility, I am called to act for myself and better myself. Let’s return to chapter 37 of the Dao de Jing, how to be “without desire” in the mundane, everyday world? Whenever I’m struck with great passions and desires, whether positive or negative, I refer to the simplicity of reciting surahs and Hermetic maxims to help me return to a “desireless” state of mind. To what degree do I come “desireless”? Well… it’s not much. But the purpose here is to actively take our readings and intellects and apply them for something greater than ourselves, something ineffable and so transcendent it can’t be spoken of; for even the one who has come to understand The Great, i.e., God cannot speak on it. (SH 1)

#lectio divina #daoism #hermeticism

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alcoholttm · 2 months

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PINNED POST

&& alcoholttm. inde. sel. priv. multi-muse rp blog with muses from media such as ONE PIECE, BLEACH, GHOST STORIES, MY HERO ACADEMIA , HAIKYUU, FIRE FORCE && MORE

rules and muses are under read more!

TIP YOUR LOCAL BARTENDER

RULE ONE. first off. i go by alcohol here, i have been for a while now and it’s just stuck over the year or two using it. i’m 33 years old, my pronouns are she/her and i live in the CMT timezone. i have a fulltime job and i never have a set schedule so i might not be on as much as i’d want to so please be patient with me! this blog is for fun so if you start pestering me about a reply it’ll get less and less fun and more about timelines and it’ll stress me out. any and all hate will be deleted and blocked as well. i suffer from depression and anxiety so this place is the one place i can enjoy and escape the world and i don’t want that ruined.

RULE TWO. this blog is independent(not affiliated with any group) selective(will be picky on who i follow/follow back), private (i only rp with people who are mutuals with me). so please be aware of that when following me. at this time i don’t have any main’s and i don’t think that i will unless i come across a latios who wants to be mains with latias.

RULE THREE. there will be no god modding on this blog. that means what my character does is controlled by me and me alone, unless you ask me about a fight sequence where my character gets hurt, don’t make it so your character hits mine, instead go something like “they aim to hit–” that way i can decide if the hit actually makes contact or not, making it more fun to rp with you!

RULE FOUR. this is a multi muse blog, so there will be different muses for different fandoms. if you have any problem with any fandom i have, then i will tag it accordingly. but you need to let me know because i won’t tag most of my rps besides “ic post” and the url of the person i’m rping with.

RULE FIVE. everything that might be trigger inducing will be tagged as “___ warning” and if you want something else tagged just let me know and i’ll tag it for you!

RULE SIX. this blog is not safe for personal blogs to follow. unless your personal blog has an rp blog attached to it i will block you, so be sure to let me know that you have an rp blog if that’s the case!

RULE SEVEN. i do rp with OCs and i really enjoy it! however i will need a bit of an about to go by so i know how my character will react to yours or how to even go about making you starters!

RULE EIGHT. the only thing that i wish to be triggered is bdsm/rape/noncon/torture as well as visuals on needles and if you could tag those as “hdl” that would be fantastic!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day! Hope to rp with you soon!

MUSES

MY HERO ACADEMIA

tenya iida || PRIMARY

rody soul || SECONDARY

tokoyami fumikage || PRIMARY

tamaki amajiki || SECONDARY

BLEACH

kon || PRIMARY

ikakku madarame || SECONDARY

FIRE FORCE

shinra kusakabe || PRIMARY

HAIKYUU

hinata shoyo || PRIMARY

GHOST STORIES

amanojaku || PRIMARY

ONE PIECE

monkey d. luffy || PRIMARY

usopp || PRIMARY

kaku || PRIMARY

POKEMON

latias || PRIMARY

YUGIOH

honda hitoro || PRIMARY

FULL METAL ALCHEMIST

alfons heiderich || PRIMARY

brandy || PRIMARY

wrath 03 || TESTING

winry rockbell || TESTING

LAND BEFORE TIME

littlefoot || PRIMARY

#pinned post #&& ooc post.

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celestiall0tus · 8 months

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Update Moving into February thru March

Hello everyone! It's been a hot minute since I did one of these updates, but I figured I would share what is going on and the content that I'm working on. So, let's crack into this.

Miraculous AU and Separate Worlds remains shelved. Sorry everyone. Absolution does as well until I enter a macabre mood, so hope for a wacky lunar cycle like October 2023.

Paradise is temporarily shelved while I work on other projects as the inspiration is flowing with them.

Into the Fire and Lady and the Scoundrel will be worked on periodically. I have ideas floating around for the progression of them, it's just a matter of finding the motivation to write them. The ideas are there, just lacking in motivation.

Salvation is going to receive some love. So, after reading the existing chapters to a young gremlin that wanted to hear the story, I was absolutely appalled by the quality of writing. I literally looked at my IRL friend and told her how shit the fucking writing was and how ashamed of myself I let it see the light of day. A few grammar errors are one thing, but Salvation was a chore to read. So, expect that to be edited down again and reblogged. That must be done before I consider continuing the story. I personally apologize for letting such sloppy writing be posted. Shame on me.

Amaranthine I want to finish. I had hit a small snag in the writing as I needed to reassign kwamis to the heroes for the final mission. I had ideas floating around, but it wasn't until chatting with a pair in my discord (which shoutout to @authorambermkestner and @adventuremaker21 for helping me gather my thoughts) that I was able to assign the team kwamis for the final mission. Designs are made for the four getting new kwamis that I may get colored soon, or after I write more of Amaranthine, we'll see. Just know I am in the home stretch, I had hit a small snag, but it's resolved and will be finished soon.

Court of Miracles I'm working on periodically (having a cocreator helps with the muse, thank you anon <3). As I work on Court, I will get designs out as I write as there are a lot of designs to make and have found that this is the best for me to get the designs done.

Scions is the current that I'm working on as the newest piece. Designs for this will be done as I move through the story. I have the primary designs done (save for Marc and his is coming). A lot of the cast will either be quest givers or enemies moving forward. I have some fun ideas lined up for the "campaign."

Siren's Song is... having a small change. I know I keep saying I want to do more just casual storytelling, but I end up lying to myself and y'all. So, here I am again to say that I will be writing it out because that's just me. However, I keep to this for Siren's Song. This is meant to be something of a collab of sorts. I have a skeleton of what I'm thinking for a lot of plot and plot points. I will be open throughout the entire story to suggestions for other ideas, plot points, etc. So, to anyone that want to participate in a zany, crazy au where we just let loose and indulge in madness (like my norm). As such, expect a little bit more detail on Siren's Song come tomorrow (it's about midnight for me as typing this, so sleep soon)

Now, I know that sounds really stupid to write this way and why not just "write what you want?" One, I've written a lot of what I want, which is extremely dark, angst riddled, and borderline macabre (ignoring Absolution that is a full on horror). Make no mistake, I've got such plans with Siren's Song that involve angst for you, my dear audience that eats that shit up (and for that I love y'all <3) So, I still am, but also am having a lot of fun doing a collab writing. So, since this whole Siren's Song, Ivangami stuff started by an anon just suggesting it and liking the ship, which grew from there, I wanted to involve my audience as the initial concept came from y'all and grew from y'all. It was honestly fun making something a little more catered to what y'all wanted to see while having my own fun. Again, more details will come in the morning.

That is all for the time being. I thank y'all for the support that y'all have given me and look forward to more devilish writings in the future.

#update #fanfic updates #miraculous au #paradise au #absolution au #separate worlds au #scions au #court of miracles au #siren's song au #salvation au #into the fire au #lady and the scoundrel au #all that remained au #amaranthine au #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #alternate universe

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unapxlogeticme · 1 month

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#unpxlogeticme is an indie blog with a mixture of original characters and wrestlers (dominik mysterio). the primary muse for this blog is emerson grey (joe keery fc). my blog will not be selective, but at times it will be semi-selective. i am willing to write with anyone really. i prefer small text and gifs for my writing style. i can write anywhere between one paragraph to at least four depending. i'm a big fan of going with the flow and chemistry rather than plotting anything out. light plotting is always welcomed. some of the dark themes/topics that i will be writing on this blog are supernatural, smut, drug use, crime, curse words, t*boo (if a thread comes to that, i'm all for it), and any other topics that interest me. i can offer my discord upon request, but i won't role play on there. it'll mostly be for ooc chit chatting. i'm willing to write with other wrestling muses, original characters, and crossovers! all of my muses are pretty versatile. pls go away if you’re a minor or do not love dominik mysterio and joe keery. established march '24 by demon (she/her, 30).

please be kind. don't copy or steal anything. i believe in basic role play etiquette. we're all adults. lets act like them. i listed my muses under the read more while i work on my muse page.

those that i love and make me happy: @unpunishble . those that i love writing with: @wickcdmindz, @legendsxx, @theweredrifter, @9odsent, @oceanicxeyes.

rules

muses - under construction

memes

wish list

open starters

primary;

emerson grey (joe keery fc) - cyber security analyst/musician. fraternal twin to @unpunishble's jackson grey (joseph quinn fc). other siblings? please he doesn't have any other siblings.

lacey wolfe (gavin leatherwood fc) - photographer/human feeder for vampires

maggie ramsey (tati gabrielle fc) - stinger/nurse/serial killer

attticus blackwell (joseph quinn fc) - actor for small horror movies

riley grey (margaret qualley fc) - student/barista. younger sister to julian, emerson, and jackson grey.

julian grey (aaron taylor johnson fc) - bouncer/drug dealer. older brother to riley, jackson, and emerson grey.

santiago morales (alfonso herrera fc) - mob lawyer/lawyer to the thatcher family. uncle of sage morales.

selective;

dominik mysterio - wrestler, in love with and married to @unpunishble's jackson grey (joseph quinn fc). will consider multi-shipping if chemistry is there.

finn balor - wrestler

sage morales (dominik mysterio fc) - mafia prince/record store owner. nephew of santi, but doesn't know.

#% pinned post #updated 8/14/24 #may look like unpunishable's pinned but that's okay cause she loves me and allowed me to sort of copy ❤️😇🥰😘😙#// it's like joe is looking into our souls 😭😭😭😭

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cinnamunspice · 1 year

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❛ nothing in this world is coincidence. ❜ ── tags.

𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳, 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖫𝖸 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖴𝖫𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖣𝖨𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖬𝖲 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖣𝖢 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖲, MARVEL COMICS 𝖠𝖭𝖣 PERCY JACKSON. 𝖤𝖷𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖡𝖸 𝖢𝖨𝖭𝖭𝖠. 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 / 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬. 𝟤7. 𝖤𝖲𝖳 (𝖦𝖬𝖳-𝟧). blockquotes graphics by sapphicsrph

carrd.

mobile list + rules below. (updated 6/2/24)

primary muse

THALIA GRACE / HUNTER OF ARTEMIS * promo sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - PERCY JACKSON ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴢᴇᴜꜱ. ᴍᴜɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ TOA: THE DARK PROPHECY, ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ.

STEPHANIE BROWN / BATGIRL ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - DC COMICS ᴘʀᴇ-52 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ + ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴛɢɪʀʟs (2021).

secondary muse

PIPER MCLEAN / DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE * sideblog only. sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - PERCY JACKSON ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴍᴜɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ TOA: THE DARK PROPHECY, ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ.

TALIA AL GHUL ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ - DC COMICS ᴘʀᴇ-ᴍᴏʀʀɪsᴏɴ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 70s/80s ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs

JOSEPH WILSON / JERICHO * sideblog only ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - DC COMICS sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴘʀᴇ.52 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ +ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴs ᴠ.2

THEODORA THAWNE / INERTIA ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ʟᴇsʙɪᴀɴ - DC COMICS ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ EARTH-11 (ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀʙᴇɴᴅ.) ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ @ɴʀᴛʜ-ᴡɪɴᴅ's 'ʙᴇᴀ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ/ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ'.

testing muse

MAYA DUCARD / NOBODY ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ - DC COMICS ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ sᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ. ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀs ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴄs ᴄᴀᴍᴇᴏ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ.

VALENTINE VUONG / THE HORNED EMPEROR ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ . - MARVEL COMICS ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴠᴏʟ.9 ʀᴜɴ.

MATT THOLOMULE ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - THE OWLHOUSE ᴅᴇғᴀᴜʟᴛ ɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 3 ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ sᴇᴀsᴏɴs 1-3.

rare / request only muse

KON-EL / SUPERBOY or SUPERNOVA ⭑ bio ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - ǫᴜᴇᴇʀ - DC COMICS ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴇᴡ MOT sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ + 90s SB / YJ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs.

TIMOTHY DRAKE / RED ROBIN or ROBIN ʜᴇ/sʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ (ᴀɴʏ) - ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀғʟᴜɪᴅ - DC COMICS ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 90s ʀᴏʙɪɴ + ʏᴊ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs. ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴄ/ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛɪᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢs.

DICK GRAYSON / NIGHTWING ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - DC COMICS ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴇ-52 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʀᴏʙɪɴ: ʏᴇᴀʀ 1 & ɴɪɢʜᴛᴡɪɴɢ: ʏᴇᴀʀ 1.

CISSIE KING JONES / prev. ARROWETTE ⭑ bio / outlaws au / dkos au sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ᴛʀᴀɴs - DC COMICS ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 90s ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ + YJ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs

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i haven't forgotten about our thread! you don't need to remind me. my muse comes and goes, and adhd brain takes over most of the time. sporadic replies apply. sometimes you'll get a reply within ten minutes, sometimes it'll be months. this is a hobby that i enjoy and never want anyone else to feel pressured to respond.

RULE SEVEN if you have certain tags blacklisted i make sure that i use the format #cw ____ with no other special characters. there will be dark content mentioned or touched on occasion regarding: general vio_lence, unethical experimentation, mental illness, and parental ab_use (both mental and physical). I make sure that I always tag these when writing.

small little disclaimer: although i write dark content like the subjects listed above, as a domestic ab_use survivor myself with diagnosed mental illness, I treat these subjects with care and NEVER as 'whump factor'. Things like C-PTSD and ab_use is something serious and should be treated as such.

RULE EIGHT basic ettiquette applies here. i cut my threads, i use reblog karma, and i start a new post for ask answers. i ask that my roleplaying partners do the same. i also reserve the right to unfollow/softblock at any times if i feel as if we are not a good match as roleplaying partners or if i find the content to not match with the content i am trying to write. i am also never offended if any other parties do the same to me.

RULE NINE for shipping: both of us will need to opt-in for it to be applied. i will never force ships on anyone, and i ask that others do the same. that goes for 'canon ships' as well. If those are referenced they are ALWAYS from a 'different version' of your muse. i also don't write smut on here. not really what i'm looking for in writing, but i'm totally fine with some nsfw on dash.

RULE TEN multi-storyline threads. i enjoy both including things from other storylines - with the permission of all parties - and keeping everything separate. I usually just follow the lead of my roleplaying partner's preferences.

RULE ELEVEN ask memes are always the easiest for me to break the ice, but if our muses are supposed to have a pre-established relationship, I'll want to reach out and make sure that we both have an idea of what is 'canon' and how we want their relationship to proceed. basically: i assume nothing except what i learn on your character bio and rules. most of my stuff is pre-52 (and by most i mean all of it), but i've been catching up on infinite frontier stuff to keep things fresh, and current. this information doesn't have to effect our rp threads.

RULE TWELVE i am not practicing mains on this account, currently.

RULE THIRTEEN OOC =/= IC. My ideals and morals are not to be reflected in that of the expression/actions/and thoughts of my characters.

RULE FOURTEEN a lot of my characters are queer and may use different pronouns from canon. please address my muse accordingly- pronouns are in the muse list!

i have a majority of non-male muses on this blog, and although i encourage all of my followers to reach out to whoever they want to react to: i may respond more slowly if the only interactions i receive are with my secondary muse - just as a warning! if you're cool with that then float on, my friend. thanks for reading. :) appreciate it.

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