#[ i know that's ooc but i'm answering this ic bc i can

[lunaetis]

@solaetis

is for me?

─「蛍」─ " are you asking if i'm yours ? why don't you tell me ? " was she in a bit of a playful mood ? perhaps. as if that teasing smile wasn't a giveaway already.

[nereidprinc3ss]

okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.” 

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief. 

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.” 

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.” 

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication. 

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.” 

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest. 

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.” 

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you. 

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.” 

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there. 

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.  

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?  

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday. 

---------------------------------------------------

The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.  

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence. 

“Can we talk?” 

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph. 

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?” 

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!” 

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth. 

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with. 

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.” 

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins. 

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.” 

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.” 

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.  

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?” 

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad. 

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”  

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you. 

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.” 

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake. 

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered. 

“Are you still mad at me?” 

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm. 

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.” 

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.” 

He chuckles. 

“At an entirely different university.” 

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident. 

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.” 

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?” 

Spencer sighs. 

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.” 

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin. 

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected. 

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.” 

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

[kurvinitty]

wriothesley 👁️ 👁️ as your soulmate

( * ₊ 🦋◞ ˚ ) ⠀ ⪼ ⠀soulmate au drabbles. ( open )

tags. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ 1.5k wc, reader works as an engineer, swearing lol, not proofread bc i'm eepy and going to bed now

notes. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ listen to colors by halsey while reading this bc i think it fits rlly well !! anyway this may be ooc but do i care? no. i only care about he.

You can only see colour when your soulmate is with you and you’re touching. This gives a whole new meaning to them bringing colour to your world.

Who knew that out of all places, a prison would be where your world of grey would suddenly burst into bouts of colour?

As an engineer, you were stuck fixing & maintaining things more often than actually creating them. Your colleagues sometimes pitied you, as your already monotonous world made your job even harder. Those lucky enough to have found their soulmate are not only favoured by cupid’s bow, but also by whoever delegated your working tasks.

You wouldn’t lie — it pissed you off. Yet at the same time, you were aware that it was much safer dispatching someone who could identify a cable’s colour before installing them. However, that still did little to soothe your frustrations.

It’s also what had lead to you being stuck with more tedious tasks — maintenance and routine inspections. Despite all this, you still loved your job — and you’d be damned if your peers’ mocking pity would bring you down.

Ironically, it was due to them that you’d get what you were looking for all this time.

To beckon the call of help from the Fortress of Meropide was definitely not your field of expertise, yet you were still the one who answered. Due to the aforementioned reasons, it was also your first time setting foot on the premise. The prison’s damp walls added a chill to the already eerie atmosphere, and you now regret not taking your coat with you. The gardes were kind enough to escort you to the administrator’s office, saving you the pain of navigating this labyrinth on your own.

You flinch at the sound as the garde opens the door, holding it open for you to enter. Only now do you realise how tense you’ve been so far — the temperature undoubtedly having played its hand in it. Archons, you couldn’t wait to get out of this place.

With a thankful nod towards your escort, you step inside the room, Wriothesley already expecting you. Before you could fully enter, the man was already on his feet to receive you. Well prepared — as expected of him.

You have heard many things about the Duke, rumours both good & bad — but you’ve never had the chance to confirm them yourself. But now that you stand before him, you think you understand why everyone respected him greatly — no matter their personal opinion of him. At a glance, you could tell that an air of authority accompanied his every step, and you feel yourself subconsciously shrinking before the man.

Should he notice, he doesn’t say a word though. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he seems quite relieved when you finally arrive.

“You’re the engineer we requested, I assume?”

He speaks matter-of-factly, yet he also sounds… quite friendly? You didn’t know what to expect of the man, but you were sure it was closer to ice cold apathy, rather than the soft-spoken silk you experience now.

The first words this man had ever spoken to you, and you were already at a loss for words. Both because you didn’t know how to explain the situation, and also due to Wriothesley himself. While the first impression he made was better than expected, you were sure you’d somehow manage to piss him off in the next second. But then again, was it really your fault?

You clear your throat, fumbling over the words, before you settle on something to say. “Well, uh- yes I am.”

It’s evident how the Duke senses your hesitation and raises and eyebrow in question. Where he once looked at you in relief, his expression now falters and his eyes scrutinize you with suspicion.

Oh, you’re fucked.

Heat floods your body in embarrassment, your mind now drawing an even bigger blank as you desperately try to backtrack. “With that I mean— I am an engineer, but I doubt the work here will be within my expertise,” you sheepishly explain as the words escape your mouth in a single breath. What an absolute wonderful way to start off this interaction. “I am terribly sorry.”

You have half the mind to bow in apology, for an inconvenience that wasn’t even your fault. Doing your colleague’s dirty work was one thing, but your company being under staffed was a whole other issue.

But Wriothesley only shakes his head. Though you could swear you saw his face drop in annoyance for a split second, you felt like there was no need to worry when he next spoke. “It’s alright. I’m just glad there’ll be someone to look at it. This stuff has been giving me trouble all week already.” his hand moves up as he sweeps it over his forehead in exasperation, fingers combing through his thick dark hair. And for the Archon’s sake, you wanted to do nothing more to curse out loud when he did that. Even more so when you catch yourself examining his features more closely now, with your eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than they should. You wonder what colour his hair may be — dark, for sure — but there was only so much you could determine with a world full of grey.

You’re here to work, not to admire pretty men.

Pretty.

It took you more self-restraint than you’d like to admit to not slap yourself.

“Anyway, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet,” the man continues, thus effectively pulling you out of your self-loathing session. His hand reaches out toward you, an invitation for you to reciprocate in kind. “Wriothesley.”

Surely, you wouldn’t be able to mess up a simple handshake, right?

You waste no time to clasp your hand in his & tell him your name, your dainty digits being engulfed by the rough and calloused skin of his own. And in that moment, you felt as if time had completely stopped.

It wasn’t due to the feeling of his skin coming in contact with yours. As much as one could sing songs about how the touch of your soulmate could invigorate & keep you warm for a thousand winters to come — it wasn’t the case for you. The catalyst for sure, but the event that followed was worth your song.

The moment your hand touched Wriothesley’s, you didn’t even feel it. The only thing you felt was the feeling when your world suddenly filled with colour. All it took was the blink of an eye, and you were in a whole different world. You stare at the man before you, your mouth hanging wide open while you were freeze in shock. There was so much new information to process, but your eyes & mind could only focus on him. You can’t exactly pinpoint all the new colours you see, but the first thing you notice is his eyes.

You weren’t the only one at a loss for words, and even if you tried — you could not pry your gaze away from holding his. His eyes don’t look much different than they did before, actually. They’re naturally blessed with a light colour, but now you notice all the different shades and hues within them. Does he know what colour his own eyes are? Do you know yours? For all you know, anyone you asked could have been lying to you so far.

You also notice how his pale face now gains the slightest bit of colour, and you wonder if he sees the same with you.

Honestly? If time would allow it, you’d stay like this forever. But of course, it’s the man you’re supposed to spend eternity with that would deny your wish.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?”

And he acts as if nothing happened.

You, on the other hand, are still in the process of digesting this experience. Before you knew it, his grip on your hand loosened, until it completely fades away and your vision is plunged back into an array of black & white.

“Wait, I—” The words slip out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, your body almost acting on it’s own accord to wrap your hand around his wrist again. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of this — of him — you desperately want your world to burn up once again, like a new hunger that begs to be satiated. Did he not feel the same? Did you just imagine it?

It seems like Wriothesley took notice of your crestfallen expression. He doesn’t back away, yet he doesn’t come closer either. Instead, he speaks — in a tone so beautiful & soft, you can scarcely believe it’s real.

“I think we’ve got more than enough time to talk later.”

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child support - kafka & himeko

summary; you miss your parents but it's okay, you got new ones now.

genre/extra tags; fluff, found family, himeko & kafka give me divorced couple energy but in a good way, possibly ooc kafhime, almost mute! reader, kafka pays the child support, comfort vibes only, slight angst ig????

[gender neutral reader] [platonic] [7-8 yrs old! reader]

[warnings; implied child abandonment, describing hypothermia symptoms (in the first-ish half)]

word count; 1.1k

a/n; you know it took me a solid few moments and a google search to figure what kafhime was bc i forgot that shipping exists for a moment. i don't really engage in shipping especially when i know that some people,,, transfer over to games from the same company they like and those people can be... weird or in my face about shipping. but who am i to judge. also kaf and hime can be interpreted as just two rude besties or just platonic (/hj) this fic is more long winded than i expected. idk, it was a little bit difficult to figure out. but hope you enjoy!

cold. everything was so cold.

how have you even managed for so long? you thought you were a goner. the people who first found you almost thought you were a goner with how despondent you were stuck in the old rickety house you once lived in. you were so tired, so gone in your mind, you couldn't feel anything. you were lucky to live, that's what you heard from the doctors.

why did fate leave you like this?

"hello dear. are you feeling any better?" a gentle motherly voice rings in the warm room. the room was a bit warmer than the rest, maybe it was just for your sake or this was just a normal thing. you weren't sure. you lived out in belobog after all. a palace of ice and a hundred winters. but it's not like you remember much of what even got you out in the dangerous cold in the first place.

you feel a hand press against your forehead. "colder than winter itself. poor kid." the same voice speaks again. "perhaps she can help me out for this." the hand moves away from you, making a weak cry leave your lips. "sorry. sorry. i guess it isn't warm enough for you in here." she apologized. "perhaps pompom can find some more fluffy blankets."

you twist and turn as her open thought chatter starts to wake you up more. you turn to rest on your side and find an unfamiliar woman as you're in an unfamiliar room. you choke up in fear as you struggle to get up and keep yourself far away from her.

"dear, you're barely even recovered! don't move too quickly!" it's too late for her words and you can't even get that far away. your tiny body is heavy and you only manage to move not even 2 inches away. the red head doesn't make any move to startle you. "i know you must be scared. i'm here to help you." she lowers herself to face eye level with you. "do you remember anything?"

you don't say a word and stare.

"we don't have to talk about it. you don't need to say anything. just nod or shake your head, does that sound okay?" she smiles gently, hoping to appear as not as scary to you.

you hesitantly nod.

"thank you for answering. you must still be feeling cold, right?"

nod.

she grabbed a nearby blanket, "is it okay if i drape this over you? won't touch you or anything." she glances at you, making sure you either nod or shake your head.

you slowly nod, remembering how cold you are.

she doesn't make any fast movements, noting your flinchy behavior. she wraps the blanket around your shoulders gently but you still flinch when it touches you.

"now what's this about a little child?" you flinch at a new voice. another feminine voice that you find a bit more melodic than the warm tones of the other. then another lady enters. you inch towards the farthest corner of the bed.

"kafka, you're going to scare them."

"aw, don't be so mean." she pretends to sound hurt but her voice is teasing. "where did you find the kid?"

"in belobog. outside of the city. well, trailblazer, march and dan heng found them. they were stuck in the freezing snow." kafka's face grimaces at the thought of seeing you stuck in the snow helpless without anyone able to find you. "but anyways, you should head out, lest the others know about you being here so suddenly."

"i paid for the items you're giving to the little star, at least let me stay for a little while longer." himeko sighs before realizing.

"i forgot to introduce myself-" the red head looks over at you who is covered in blanket, attempting to hide yourself. "see, you did scare them!" she muttered to the other. "i'm sorry about her, dear. my name is himeko. this is kafka."

"sorry for scaring you, little one. i tend to do that." kafka hummed. "well, that aside, miss himeko over here and i, we want to take care of you. but we can't be doing that when you're stuck in your little cocoon." she gently chuckled. you slowly get out of the blankets, head peeking out to look up at the lady. "well, that's a start. have you eaten yet?" she asked.

you don't say anything but your belly grumbles.

"i know what would take care of that." himeko smiled. you hear the knocks at the door but no figure enters but you hear shuffling. "pompom got some food for you, himeko!" and you find yourself face to face with a cute living rabbit in a conductor's outfit. himeko gets up opening the door and grabbing the plate of food.

"thank you pompom." himeko hummed as she closes the door. kafka soon moves to sit by the bed. you still stay head peeked with the blankets as you stare at the plate of food and then himeko. himeko walked over. "this is for you, dear. you can stay on the bed if you want. me and kafka will be right back." the redhead places a hand on kafka's shoulder, slowly pushing her as they both leave into what you assume is a bathroom. once they do, you can hear them talking but you're too focused on eating to care about the conversation.

you finish eating and you're feeling much better than before but it doesn't stop you from keeping away from himeko and kafka. it makes them a little sad but they're so patient as they converse with you as if nothing's wrong.

you don't really answer or say anything really. you just nod or shake your head depending on what they ask you. and they seem satisfied with that.

"can you give us your name? unless you're still uncomfortable."

you tell them your name weakly.

"what a lovely name. now. i'm sorry that we have to get a little heavy but, have you always been living out of the city in your home?"

you give a small nod.

"what about your parents?" himeko speaks softly and carefully. she watches as your eyes water and you shake your head. "oh, sorry, sorry. let it out." she moves to sit by you in the bed. kafka sighs.

"of course we couldn't have known about that but would you like to stay with me and himeko? i know himeko wouldn't want to leave you in a state like this."

you think for a moment, well.. there's nowhere else to really go. you nodded. and you watch as two gentle smiles grow. you feel a bit calmer and you can feel some reassurance that you have a chance to continue your life.

[the-inphinity]

∞♡ Welcome, young one ♡∞

A being such as I, The Inphinity, dwelling on such a simple "platform" as I've heard it be called. It is out of my realm of typical activities, but I feel as tho I'll learn plenty from being here. Even tho I already know everything. I am the divine creator of everything and anything, all that you see was made by my mind. Formed by my own hands. You are all my creations, my darlings and what I am most proud of you.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Rules, my creations - Ask whatever you wish, innocent or not. - Kindness is key. - Do not enrage me, creations, for I can simply make you vanish - I shall add more later

-> Sighs. It's ya boy, Windy, back at it again with another parody blog!!!! And no, I'll never stop making these. I've gotten this idea stuck in my head and I NEEDED to do it so sososososos badly!!!! Leave me be!!!! -> I'll be honest... I 100% got inspired by @/discothemechanic 's The Spawn oc..... So uh- Thank you Disco bc this creature exists now!!! -> Please note that religious themes MAY appear on this blog, so if that bothers you than please simply block and scroll past! -> The Inphinity is an immortal being, they CANNOT be killed. They can be HURT, but have many methods of healing themselves. There is no god more powerful than The Inphinity :) -> I'll eventually make a design for them, but I'm currently sick so uh- It'll have to wait!!! -> Icon is from Google -> IC answers will be COLORLESS -> OOC answers will be in BLUE -> Lore/HCs post here -> I follower from "windy-trickster" -> Enjoy <3

[windwardstar]

Worst character to write for?

Lan xichen. For some reason he makes perfect sense when he's not the pov character but the moment I have to write for him things just always start coming out slightly wrong. Like what happens when you have a reed sticking out of the water and it looks like it's in a different place.

Although because lxc seems to always be my answer (probably bc I've been writing him for a while rip) I'll also mention that trying to figure out a personality for nie dad was a challenge for chapter 2 because we have like no information on him the one thing being he is proud of his saber. I ended up making some lion king jokes so I decided ok nie baba is mufasa until i can figure out something better + did the whole Maes Hughes thing + well wouldn't it help to highlight the impact his death has on nmj if he's a source of support and tempering and then post death nmj then becomes the version we know in canon. But like, still had so much difficulty writing him because I just did not have a lot to work with and was just worried I was writing him ooc (because there was no ic to write)

The nie moms also had some of that "we know nothing about them from canon and I hate having to make things up" but since I wasn't writing them directly I wasn't as worried about what if my completely fabricated of this character doesn't work! Madam Lan now that I'm working on chapter 3 with lxc and lwj is also strangely exempt from the worries I had with writing nie baba. But that may be because I'm much more used to playing around with her backstory and seeing other people do so. She's got so many different Fandom interpretations that like, yeah, as long as I fit most of what we know from Canon I'm good. (Also I haven't technically written her yet. Only made plans to lol).

[fun-mad-ochouse]

Hi lol

You may know me from my main blog! If not, that's okay. I have been a creator (writer and artist) and OC enthusiast for roughly 8 years. I have a 'meet the artist' thing, but technically it's outdated (I am older now, the art is older and I look slightly different) so you can have my sona instead!

Its a puppet named Morgan. (It/it's and it/he pronouns!)

((Link to the picrew:

Morgan speaks through that parrot, named Bestie, and bc I have multiple other sonas, Morgan is kinda like the main one, has all the others inside of itself! He's got lore of his own, so he technically can and probably will be included in OC stuff here.

Speaking of OC stuff,

I have a kind of ludicrous number of OCs, who rotate and take turns consuming my attention. You can ask about ANY OC at ANY time, but I do have a few favorite favorites who I will list below, and the blog description will be updated to include whoever is on my mind at the current present!

Consistent Favorite Faves:

Jesse

Peek

Marvin

Friday

Robin

Reaper

Anything involving these guys will all have the tag '#top 6'. If the list ever changes, it'll stay consistent! As for other tags:

Genres:

'#whump' this will be anything dark or torturous, often involving physical or psychological abuse. If this isn't something you want to see as a whole, block that tag, but I'll put content warnings on specific subjects as well. Always feel free to ask me to tag something if you feel like I missed it! (Keep in mind that I don't have to say yes. I probably will, but I don't HAVE to.)

'#adventure' this covers journeys mostly. Characters going from one place to another to accomplish something and probably learning a thing or two along the way.

'#fluff' cotton candy shit. Gonna be honest you'll probably never see this from me (/hj), I'm not very good at being NICE to my characters. Encouragement is welcome. 💀

'#scifi' easy enough, anything involving futuristic tech, dystopian themes, etc...pretty self explanatory tbh. (Jesse is going to hog this tag /silly)

'#fantasy' also p easy. Backwards instead of forwards in time. Mythical creatures and magic being more prevalent than technology. I surprisingly don't use this a lot.

'#modern magic' I don't think I have a single world without magic, this is gonna be anything set in a modern era with whatever fantasy twist I've applied.

'#multiverse' this covers a LOT of my stories, I work with and within the multiverse a LOT and the lore behind it all is as much my pride and joy as any OC. I will scream for hours about it, please feel free to be curious! It'll come up a lot. ;D

'#nsft' OC stuff that's uhhh 18+. Lol.

Subjects:

'#oc lore' information that is specific to characters and how they respond to their environment!

'#worldbuilding' information that is specific to location (universe, country, city, street, house, etc) and the environment the characters are responding to!

'#story lore' information that is specific to character journeys and, y'know, stories.

'#magic lore' technically this could go under worldbuilding, but a lot of my worlds borrow ideas from each other, and I can talk about magic so much alone that it deserves its own tag!

Post Content:

'#oc game' I'll put this tag on any post I reblog with the intention of talking about OCs. Ask games for others to interact with, but also those "reblog with the OC that...." type things!

'#answered' asks I answer about my characters! Asks about my personal life outside of OCs should be directed to my main, by the by, please and thanks. Asks answered here are going to be solely about characters :]

'#ic' in character responses to asks or posts! These are going to be as frequent as I can manage /lh

'#ooc' out of character responses to asks or posts, or just rambling about OCs.... will probably end up being the majority of my content lol

'#sona stuff' the inclusion of OCs that are also me, lol

'#not mine' the inclusion of other people's OCs-!

'#art' I draw sometimes!! Really hoping to start posting art here, haven't done that on Tumblr in a good several years.

'#writing' same deal as with art, self explanatory really-

'#memes' this will include incorrect quotes, filled out meme templates, some shitpost art, all the sillies!

'#tag updates' for when I add any tags to this post! Mostly for the purpose of keeping track of that.

'#other' general tag for "no existing tag really fits rn so have this". Hopefully this will be sparsely used.

Ho boy, this is getting long.

Last little things you should know about me, boundaries and a DNI.

- I'm an adult

- I love to rp

- I'm in many fandoms, mostly BATIM (for years and years and years now)

- my favorite number is 6

- Boundaries are really no discourse and be respectful lol

- dni is just pro contact paraphiles, radqueer and transid, and other general creeps. I don't give a fuck what you do in your personal life, I don't condone anything that harms other people though! This is a fun space, keep it fun.

That all said:

Enjoy your stay!! Feel free to interact, I don't bite :D

[rogue-nebula]

Finally have reliable internet access in here. Hopefully this posts ok and the stuff I set up keeps working

Yo. Name’s Quasar. He/him, Sinnoh-born, living in Galar. Yes I’m a former Team Galactic Commander. I say Commander even though it was never actually official. I was set to be promoted (picked out my name with Cyrus and everything) but it never officially happened because A. I realized that Cyrus was lying and that his aims were VASTLY diffferent from what I thought they were and B. the incident happened (see below). By the time I got that under control I discovered that the insurgency against Cyrus I was running had actually succeeded in its aims (well with a backup plan but a success is a success). Following a very close near-death experience, and seeing irrefutable evidence that Cyrus really is gone, I finally felt safe making my resignation from Team Galactic official (I had been meaning to for a while but I was worried Cyrus would come after me). Should also mention I’m a hybrid of some Psychic-type, but I’m not sure which.

Ok. What exactly was the incident? Well, shortly after I moved to Ballonlea from Snowpoint, the night before my official promotion ceremony (which I was going to try to expose Cyrus during), my house turned into a dimensional nexus. I’m not sure how this happened, all I know is that my current place of residence, despite seeming ordinary outside, is now (as far as I can tell) infinitely large inside and connects to a variety of dimensions, places, and times, from the benign to the hostile. My Pokemon and I live in the Living Room of the house, which seems to function as a sort of entry hub, and the rooms immediately adjacent to it. I’m still trying to figure out how to navigate the nexus, and while I’ve made progress with things close to the Living Room (enough to keep surviving and leave home when I need/want to, at least for the moment), I doubt I’ll completely figure it out. I’ll post the highlights of what I come across here if I’m feeling it

Update: I haven't touched this in a while, but I really need to. After one certain incident the original Living Room I was living out of is lost. Instead I now live in a strange indoor street I call Incursionist Alley. I'll do a longer post about it later but for now just know that it's a Room appearing as an indoor street with houses for me and all of my fellow Incusionists on it

My pokemon in a separate post bc this is getting a bit long

Also I have a glowing green thing in my chest called the Convetezynce Core, here's about that

Feel free to ask me anything you like, I'm usually up for it

Well well, little astronaut lost, cozy little place you've got here. And what's this? Visitors? Well then, allow me to introduce myself: Baron Twyst Von Jokerwyld at your service. But what's in a name? That's for me to know. Our lost astronaut has quite the journey ahead of him, and I have my role to play in that. I'll also be posting on here, when the fancy strikes me. Ask as much as you want, I'll see what I feel like answering!

//OOC under the cut!

OOC: Hiyo! Call me Cyber. I use they/them, I’m over 18, and this is my first time RPing in a long time so please be nice

I’m still learning so if I mess up don’t hate me

Events and plotlines are 100% OK and encouraged. I might even have my own later

Pelipper Mail and Malice are both on and interaction is encouraged

I don’t know what a “Magic Anon” is so for the moment I guess they’re allowed?

Sentient pokemon are welcome here

The usual tag warnings and DNI apply for a PokeRP blog (unreality, no TERFs, no NSFW), also for this blog specifically there’s a blanket warning for liminal spaces

Tag guide

Also yes I use Gacha Club. Cringe never existed. If that's a problem for a different reason I'm sorry

Facts about Quasar and the Dimensional Nexus (OOC version (this’ll focus on things not covered in the IC version)):

Edit: After replaying Diamond I had ideas to better refine Quazar as a character, so I'm adding these in with my explanations behind them. When I saw the Galactic Grunts and their antics I had the thought: what if some of them were being stupid on purpose? Form there it gradually came to me: A hidden splinter faction within Team Galactic that opposes Cyrus and his plans and works from within to sabotage them and cut Cyrus's power, with the end goal of removing Cyrus and leading Team Galactic to a better cause. The "incompetent" Grunts that "accidentally" help you with things like the Valley Windworks, the keys, etc, under this idea, would actually be double agents acting this way with the hopes that you'll succeed. Am I making things deeper than they actually are? Who knows. But it was fun to think about. They just needed a leader, one who had gone missing before the plot of the game and so was never seen during gameplay, and I realized that with a few tweaks Quazar would fit the bill perfectly without needing to change too much or remove his Dimensional Nexus hook (this latter one played into my hands to explain his earlier looks as him not 100% believing Cyrus was gone and playing safe in case he was still around)

The Dimensional Nexus OOC was inspired by Meow Wolf House of Eternal Return and Liminal Spaces. It has nothing to do with the Backrooms

It is (in this character’s canon) the term Quazar uses to refer to the places between dimensions. It takes the form of an infinite maze of liminal spaces, with doors connecting the spaces to each other and to various dimensions.

The rooms of the Nexus can change their location and do so randomly.

Quasar only understands a very small part of the nexus, which are the areas close to his house’s living room, the only part of the house to stay tethered to the pokemon world. Thus he lives in the living room and the realms nearby it, and while he has on occasion gone deeper in, he considers doing so risky and would prefer not to without substantial preparation first

Quasar is indeed Former Team Galactic, and was actually going to be promoted to commander. Despite this he was also trying to hinder Cyrus's plans behind his back, and training a few grunts to do so as well. He never had any intention of carrying out Team Galactic’s objectives, beyond those which were beneficial to people (and in fact is working on his own to try and undo the damage they caused)

Quazar is a Psychic-type hybrid of some kind, haven’t exactly figured out what. This means he has a few unusual abilities, chief among them being limited astral projection and limited (and highly sporadic) precognition. None of these are reliable enough to get him out of situations most of the time… yet

Either spelling of Quazar/Quasar is fine

Quazar is very much not ok. He’s dealing with a lot, mainly hyper-anxiety and attachment issues (which his precognition tends to make worse). He tries his best to keep it under wraps though. Also this does not mean you should avoid putting him in situations. Putting him in situations is encouraged

On the note above Quazar will not under any circumstances use strong language due to personal reasons (nor will I due to past trauma)*

*You are ok to use strong language around him and me I just won't use any myself

The Baron is a supremely powerful and capricious entity who makes it a point to be mysterious and whimsical. As such they aren't fully good or evil. (Should also mention this character does reoccur throughout my other blogs so if you see them around that might be why)

[villains4hire]

🔥 Rpc Purity

//Hm. Not sure how to answer this but I appreciate topics given yee. Under readmore

//I think I get the whole no bigotry in the community or ppl being weird toward certain age groups? But other than that I don't really pay attention or try to get involved unless I get dragged in. As otherwise I don't care what ppl think so long as they keep it to themselves and preferably know it's bad whatever it may be and are just working on it. Thought police on the topic while I think about it are the weirdest ppl bc they can't really see what ppl think or believe if they say nothing. I roll my eyes for the ppl I've helped rehabilitate interact with those in the same breath that they condemn unknowingly not aware of their past, as ppl who have violence issues, toxic behavior or otherwise aren't my responsibility, but if I care about them, I will try to help them and if they proceed to get better and cause not that much harm other than to themselves, eh, it's very complicated and varied but I'm forgiving to begin with even if it's technically apart of my religion and I see more end results of people getting better is also better for the people around them to not be hurt. I do believe in justice but some ppl are entitled to things that didn't involve them, as if it hurt or harmed an entire community/culture = yeah probably an apology and some form of consequence does not = your personal beef with someone that you had and maybe were justifiably hurt by does not give you dead to rights on someone unless it is literally the most heinous shit that hurt u or traumatized u beyond imaginable that isn't just random drama or a problem u had with them.

That and I do think you are responsible for setting your own boundaries at times. I know I do and I'm extremely firm in my boundaries that it can shock ppl sometimes in how quickly direct I am. As I don't want to be put in an unfun situation or hear someone's take or opinion on my own life or gender stuff, but I do want ppl to be comfortable and happy as well if they just accept my existence in the same sphere so I just don't say anything otherwise about it ooc or bring it up ic with certain ppl. So yee sometimes I do set pre-established boundaries when meeting someone I really don't know and are vastly different from me, but it's nothing personal. 99% of the time I just don't want to talk about it bc it's a chore explaining it to someone who knows nothing other than vaguely so we just vibe. I think it plays into purity but yeah.

[burdenofthebuster]

smol psa -- but i really like sending in memes that i see on the dash!! i try to send them for every set i see (that i think can fit ic) because i know how much it sucks to not get any when i post one. but that usually means people are constantly getting a ton of memes from me and i wanna make sure you know that i DO NOT CARE if you don’t reply!! for whatever reason!! don’t have the muse? cool. don’t know what to say? i get it. don’t like the idea of that from me? its chill. have too many? i’m glad that’s the problem! seriously, i will never ask you why you didn’t respond to a meme from me. i send them half bc i think they’re fun and half because i want YOU to have fun. so... just do what’s fun with them, please.

[lunaetis]

@nulltune asked :

staring so respectfully and bowing down to miss ma'am arlecchino rn 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

unprompted. || always accepting

─「アルレッキーノ」─  what did they have here ? the stare was noticed almost immediately as the other didn't even try to make it less obvious. the admiration and the way she bowed her head was amusing, however. the KNAVE walked over, her heels clicking against the marble floor before gloved digits thrust under the person's chin. leather clad index curled then tilted their expression up so that their eyes could meet. her lips were then pulled into a deeper grin. amused, approved, intrigued.

                " you're right to bow, little one. now, won't you tell me your name ? "

[ofgentleresolve]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: slow! slow af literally please expect to be waiting at least a month for replies if not even longer....i also almost exclusively use the queue to stagger my replies/inbox memes/everything i'm ever tagged in. it really helps with keeping me from spending too much time on this hellsite :'D LOL not anymore 😂😂😂 i try to do some replies every few days, i usually like to post 1-3 things at once before taking a few days off. i also can be VERY SLOW when it comes to answering dms and discord messages; however, i have been trying to be quicker on that end....pls have patience with me overall i promise i will get back to you sooner or later!!

REPLIES: again, very slow but i rarely drop things. long time followers know that sooner or later i get back to them...and if i don't they know since i would have otherwise posted their reply in the queue ;'D

STARTERS: pls feel free to write me all of them- again it might take me some time to get to all of them, but i promise, i haven't forgotten about ANY of them :'D i will note though that I don’t answer replies chronologically but rather i will pick one character and then do ALL of their threads there at once :'D

also i will note...i do like have SOME minimal plotting before we plot writing together and then maybe?? it can be kick-started by either memes or unprompted starters...really it depends on who my partner is; i like to be flexible in this case!!

INBOX: it gets cleared out at the same time as the replies! so basically pls consider them as being at the same pace as replies. :'D feel free to send them in as and as many as you want...but also pls know i have a right to decide whether i answer what you've sent in or not....but basically as  for the most part, i treat inbox memes the way i do replies- i will get back to you sooner or later!

SELECTIVITY: very selective. i'm not gonna lie, i am very selective with who i follow as writing these days, while i adore doing it, it also takes up a lot of my energy. i don’t want to waste my energy on dynamics and threads i know i’m not going to be excited about. if i follow you, it means i've looked over your blog, your content, your muses, and everything and i've decided that we have a chance at getting along :D but then again following ppl...it's a bet.

will note though as well- your attitude on dash makes or breaks whether i want to follow you. if you treat your followers with respect and genuine interest and care, i am more than happy to wait for you. however it's clear you look at your partners as a means for an end like entertainment purposes....i will soft block.

shipping wise, i don't halfass my shipping; basically i like romantic shipping as much as the next person BUT...i won't sacrifice my character's development and arc for a ship. ever. basically i only do romantic ships if there is serious ic AND ooc chemistry.

WISHLIST: honestly...i'm pretty content, but i would love for all of my muses to have more plotted relationships, platonic or romantic 🥺 well, patrick/myungdae and mana, romantically wise, i'm very content with, but my other muses!! maybe i just want more interactions with plotting backing up in general.

okay that’s what i want- more partners where we have plotted material btw us <3

HONEST NOTE: i know can sound like a hard ass but i promise i'm not. i just tend to be very picky with who i follow, but once you're in, i like to think i'm pretty easygoing- you can ask my long time partners as well if you need clarification <3

Also, communicate with me if i'm doing something that is making you uncomfortable- i am not a mindreader and i will not try to be. communciation is key here.

TAGGED BY:  stole it bc i figured it would be good for ppl to know this kind of stuff! TAGGING: steal it and tag me if you want~

[concubuck]

((I got an ask with an IC part and an OOC part and I have a reasonable short answer for the IC part and a whole-ass essay for the OOC part lmao, so I decided to separate the OOC part into a post by itself:

Anonymous said: ((Fun fact this blog actually did crack at least one ace egg that I know of, because they're hypersexual so they didn't think they could be ace until they saw how your Alastor experiences being ace))

((oh SHIT seriously?? 😭 That means a lot to me, really. I love writing about Alastor's asexuality in a whole lot of different variations and exploring it from a lot of different angles, and it always gets me in the heart when an ace tells me that they related to something or that it helped them figure something out.

Honestly I expected less of that on this blog, since it's really at one of the extreme ends of the potential for asexuality. I see this blog as a semi-fantasy take on things—bc yes, it IS possible to be both hypersexual and asexual, but for human reasons, not for Weird Made-Up Succubus Biological Needs reasons—so it's a pleasant & touching surprise that it resonates with someone that much!

Many of the people whose eggs I've inadvertently cracked with various Alastor writings have told me they didn't previously think they could be ace because they did/thought/felt XYZ. For me personally, I took several years longer than I should've to figure out I was ace because I like masturbating and I like thinking about/reading/looking at/getting off to kinky shit, so clearly can't be ace right, lmao. (... and if THAT description resonates with anyone reading this, I recommend googling the term "aegosexual".)

So I'm gonna throw something in here that I could've used hearing a half decade earlier than I got it, in case it helps someone else: whether or not you're ace has nothing to do with what you do, or what you like doing, or your libido, or how you feel about having sex—all of those can vary wildly. It's got to do with how you experience (or don't experience) sexual attraction/desire toward people. That attraction is rooted on a far lower level than your behavior and is only one of the factors that'll affect it. Hell, it's even possible to feel attraction and still be ace, that's what gray- and demi-ace are for. That's why the flag's got a gray stripe.

As I write Alastor on this blog, he also believes he can't (currently) be ace. And I, the god toying with his life for my amusement, think that he's definitely ace, three fucks a day and all.))

[euclydya]

i am going 2 Infodump abt our system fuck it I'm bored <3 asks from here

🍓- if you’re an introject, what is ur source/who are you? (Don’t tell if uncomfy!) - My source is T.he Bi.nding of I.saac! I'm a fictive of Magdalene :3c I go by Mags/Maggie now and my pronouns are lov/lovself, love/loveself, any heart emoji pronouns, and she/her!

📍- funny story that happened in exomemories? (If u have any) - OHOH THAT'S A QUESTION! Don't think I can rlly answer that. Closest I could think of would be being home alone fr a few months w Eve and being like "Bro we could just eat ICE CREAM AND SWEETS >:3" and.,,, almost doing that FNDNSJDKCKC I was like,, 10-11, Eve was around 12-13ish iirc

🍒 - funny story that happened in headspace? -

Rosie, Allan, and I, just chillin up front, Xm.en on in the bg irl:

Qui.cksi.lver, suddenly appearing in-sys from a system gate/portal: ... ??

Us: ????

Rosie: ,,, Hi.

Qui.cks.ilv.er: ,,, Wrong timeline. Sorry *proceeds to leave the system*

That was like a week ago we haven't heard back from him since HWSJDJFK

🌹 - funny story that happened in the meatspace? - I HONESTLY CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TBH CJXJDIC

🍊 - tiktok audio/vine that reminds you of a headmate? - ok we don't watch much vines or tiktoks so idk abt that but as for funny clips n shit we've got:

"If instruments were voices and voices were instruments" which reminds me of the whole sys tbh but that's bc it's a current vocal stim

I Thlammed My Penith Into The Car Door, which reminds me of Daffodil bc we call her Daffy and it's an inside joke now

This...... OOC vin.esa.uce clip. NSFW warning. Only bc of how Vinny says "I would like to apologize" Which makes me think of everyone who's a common fronter atm bc it's another vocal stim

🎃 - who is fronting/close to fronting rn? - Me and Moo.ndrop!! Moony's up front bc 🌛's one of my caretakers and bc 🌛 helps us sleep!

🥕 - are any headmates frontstuck/co-con stuck right now? - ,,, Also me and Moo.ndrop! BDNDNSNCJC I've been frontstuck kinda for like a week give or take and same w Moony and Sunny bc I have adopted them as my In-Sys Parents™

🏵 - random song lyric please :D - “Now wouldn't you know, you're choking on the spite” v v good new re.d vo.x song™

🌟 - how did you find out you were plural? - Honest to God we've been plural since as long as we can remember we just found a name for it when we joined tumblr LMAO

🌻 - do you use I/me, I&/me&, us/we, and/or any 1st person neos? - Some of us do use first person neos!! Tho as a whole we alternate btwn i/me and we/us, whichever feels right in the moment. Off the top of my head tho, Mischief uses I& (and She&/Her& pronouns), Samson is trying out Ix/Ix'm and xI/xI'm, andddd many of our median sysmates use we/us fr themselves or I& too!

🌙 - do any headmates have typing quirks? If so, what are they? - Yes many of us do!! Su.ndr.op doubles any punctuation and usually ends all sentences with “!!”, Rosie likes to “tYPE LIKE THIS DJAJAKSKDFK” (which has. Absolutely bled into the rest of the system lmao) anddd a handful of our sysmates tend to type out their echoing/stuttering/glitching when it happens in-sys!

🍋 - do you have a host? If so, who are they? - ,,, Not really JSJSKDICKCFND our closest thing to a host would be Rosie who's. Unstable as fuck! And then we have Allan who's. Unstable as fuck without Rosie! And then there's me who's filling in as temporary host/temp third Main which is a role that changes often. I'm the only one w braincells if I do say so myself /JOKEEEE

☘️ - what do you use to keep track of system members? - Pluralkit on Discord!! Ever since the system's gone past like,,, 10 members we find it much easier 2 note everyone down via PK than use a notes app like we did a few years ago

🌿 - current member count? - *checks pk* uhhhjjj 385 and counting! I don't think that's counting most walk-ins tho which we keep logged on our pk jic they pop back in which I'll be re-adding soon

🌱 - share a picture (drawing, icon edit, picrew etc.) of urself in headspace! - WOOOO OK

I keep many a things on my person in-sys and one of them is indeed a sword. Other things include many chew toys, a handful of stim toys, and my Yum Heart!

🦎 - do you share memories with your headmates? - Yeah!! Be they exomems or stuff that happened irl, it's p easy for us to share memories tbh! Sometimes it's by accident but usually it's consensual

🦋 - any ‘-heavy’s? (introject heavy, little heavy, protector heavy, etc.) - Introject heavy for sure BCNDSNXNCKD anddddd at this point I'd say maybe syskid heavy? Judging off who fronts most often usually which is mainly just,, my sibs and I (aside from this past week goddamn). Despite having a lotta members most of them aren't active or don't front ever usually lmao

🐬 - any nonhumans? - SO MANY YES!! I myself am part angel in-sys and consider myself part doll! Buuuuuut yeah actually... P much everyone in the system isn't human in some way I forgor that was a thing so I didn't list it in the last question NFNFMDKFFK

🛋 - what does headspace look like? - It changes quite often!! Rn it's a huge open field, like REALLY huge. Our fronting area is a big ol' tree with lots of shade. A few ft away is a small cabin which is where Sam (nOT TO BE CONFUSED W SAMSON FJDJFJ) resides when he's not afk from the system, andddd further back in the headspace is,,, more foresty stuff I think?

But that's just the main layer lmao. Our other layers are mainly kinda in outer space, but the layers my sibs, family, and my other sourcemates reside on are an abandoned cathedral and an open, stormy sea.

🧿 - what does front look like? - welp. I already described front. whoops JWJWJDKFKF

☔️ - favorite thing about being plural? - Having friends and family being with me 24/7!! Sure we have friends and family outside the system but it's,, simply not the same as having friends and family share the same body as you y'know? It's hard to explain but we're all just. MUCH closer I guess! And inseperable both literally and metaphorically FJDJDJFJG

👾 - collective name/pronouns? - Rn we go by Greed (or Greed Mode, or Ultra Greed, etc.) or Knives, and our pronouns are they/them or mirrored pronouns, meaning someone would use their pronouns for us when talking abt us!

🌂 - singletsona? - Our singletsona irl goes by Tyler/Ty and they do not give a shit abt pronouns and wish not 2 be perceived by anyone god bless <3

👿 - origin(s)? - BDHSJDJDHAAAHA well. Mixed origin tbh. Endogenic, Nihilumgenic, and Protogenic!

[pocmuzings]

hi g! do you have any tips/guide to discord 1x1? everyone is doing that nowadays and i don't have any idea on how to do that??? i'm so clueless lmao thanks!

don’t even sweat it , i had no idea how it worked to begin with either !

here’s a fantastic guide on how to rp on discord in general !!! 

here’s an ask that was answered that’s similar to yours !!!

basically :  it’s just like how you might normally rp stuff 1x1 on a sideblog, or a normal blog !!! either you, or your rp partner , creates a ‘server’ using the normal sidebar on discord ( there should be a + symbol ! ) and you can call it whatever you want ( i usually just call it an emoji or smth but thats just me ! ) , and you can add a lil discord server photo as well if you want ! it also gives you the invite link straight away , or a chance to invite whoever u want to very quickly too ! 

then CATEGORIES ! right click on ‘ text channels ‘  and there’ll be an option to create a category . personally , if i’m doing multiple 1x1s, or if i like to keep ooc chat seperate , i’ll name the channel accordingly . e.g  ‘ ic stuff ‘ ‘ ooc stuff’  ‘character name x character name ‘. i do this just to keep things neat and organised ! 

from that category, you can create a bunch of things inside it ! these are known as ‘text channels’ . so for instance , i have my category ‘ ic stuff ‘ and now i’m going to put in all my things there . some of my text categories are usually ‘threads ‘ ‘shippy musings ‘ ‘ nsfw’ ‘ headcanons ‘ ‘ character xyz musings ‘. so that way , if i need to find things or label things , i know exactly where they are. think of it kinda like the tagging system on tumblr - except nobody else can see it , it’s just a way to stay organised ! 

this is just how i like to do it personally , so you don’t have to do all of this at all . you can just create a text channel called ‘character x character threads’ because i know that’s how a lot of people do it, i’m just a bit of an organisation Freak and like to be able to find things  !

now onto the ACTUAL RPING !!! it’s super super easy and honestly , very convenient, bc u can do it on your phone ! it’s just like rping anywhere else ! once you’re in the correct channel / category / whatever , you type your starter ! e.g :

( excuse my awful writing jkndfnjk ) you don’t need to add a gif or an icon . i never do personally ? if other people want to, then you can just upload and attach one using the upload symbol, just like you would on tumblr ! wham bam and done ! you just put up ur first reply / starter ! that’s it ! simple as that ! i’m usually not very good at explaining things, so i hope this makes sense .

p.s if u don’t want ur username in the chat bc u wanna look Cleaner n more professional (unlike my sugar gay ass), u can change it to ur characters name by clicking on the server name , then following the dropdown to where it says ‘change nickname’

[gaillaffxiv]

ok take frickin two: i'm gonna be nice and be reasonable and avoid smashing every letter and number into there... all at once, anyway >:D feel free to pick who you wanna answer it with bc bish you know i'm interested either way: 4, 5, 6, 7, 15, 18, 22, A, and G.

Thank you hun, I messed with the colors to try and make the ask button more obvious- lmk if you think it’s good?Since you gave me so many questions... I’ll just put it under the cut and do everyone! Good for character development!4.  How easy is it to earn their trust? Ironically, the girls are both very difficult, Peraa maybe a slight easier than Dallia, and the boys are the easy ones. Huabian far too easily. K’anta will pick up on it if you’re suspicious, though.

5.  How easy is it to earn their mistrust?Depends how close you are. Pretty quickly for Dallia, I can only think of one character that she would hesitate to truly change her trust value with. :D As for the rest, Peraa might be easy to earn back, Huab wants to place trust naively in everyone and K’anta might need to see further evidence before he gives up on you.6.  Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?Dallia forsakes 99% of laws all the time. Peraa actually breaks some big ones on a regular basis. K’anta wiggles around them, respecting them only because of his relationship with the Yellowjackets and Huab always tries to follow them.7.  What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?For Dallia it’s just about every emotion others can inflict upon her reminds her of something, and it’s never a fun trip through memory lane. It’d make her cry if she didn’t get angry first.With Huabian it’s often tokens that can be linked to his childhood or places. He does enjoy it and will become attached to the trigger quickly.For K’anta I’m really not sure what could trigger the memories, as his backstory is still developing, but I think it would be a somber experience for him, but positive still. And for Peraa it’s most easily triggered by words, or ways people speak to her, and it depends on who you remind her of to determine if it’ll be a good or bad outcome... For you.15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? For Dallia it’s always on the spot. Always. Everything is always on the spot. No regrets. Live with your mistakes. Blame others. She’s brash and often called witty, earning her many fans ic and ooc. A close friend actually compared her to Bianca Del Rio once, and I was flattered.Huabian reviews quickly but sometimes gets carried away by the actual conversation. He likes speaking with eloquence and always says things like “I am” instead of “I’m.”K’anta flies by the seat of his pants, often reviewing what he says after it’s come out of his mouth. Saying what comes naturally all the time has gotten him into handfuls of trouble, but he thinks reworking how he thinks isn’t worth his time. Peraa rehearses everything, quickly asking her higher powers to double check and make sure it won’t mess anything up. She’s a very literal thinker and half of what she says are observations, pointed out for the sake of guiding the topic where she wills it.18.  What embarrasses them? For Dall, not much! The only things that have embarrassed her in the 2 years I’ve been rping her are when she’s shown appreciation from or care to someone.Huabian, with more dignity compared to Dall’s lackthereof, feels embarrassed when someone brings to his attention something he overlooked, especially if it effects them more than him, or when discussing the fruits of his more artistic hobbies. Or when someone tells their Djinn to screw him over in a social gathering.K’anta is embarrassed whenever he’s the center of attention and not being coddled with praise, or when people learn about his living situation and personal life.Peraa makes herself feel embarrassed on a regular basis as she struggles socially, then realizing she’s made a mistake sometimes chases the person down to make up for it, usually with an odd favor. Then she always ends up questioning why she felt the need to do that afterwards.22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? Dallia is possessivity to the CORE. Most of the time she tries to act like and convince herself she doesn’t care, but this is also when the good ol’ anger issues kick in, so person subjecting her to these feelings can expect violent language or violent fists, when opportune.Huabian gets on his own case for feeling jealous in the first place, and will probably leave the situation to try and give himself a mental slap. That doesn’t mean it’ll work, though, and he’ll usually try to ignore it, waiting for the “facts” to settle in, but in reality only increasing tensions in himself until he finds a way to move on.K’anta is pretty much always jealous, so he’s quick to acquiesce and just try to make the most of the situation, with whatever bitter thoughts he has on the side. If the opportunity comes to steal away the object of his jealousy or to screw over his rival(s) without getting caught, though, he’ll take it.Peraa is hard to make jealous, but will become very quiet, discussing with her higher powers if she should be jealous or not, trying to convince herself she has all she needs.A.Why are you excited about this character?All my characters are my babies!!!! I love them!! Dallia and Huab are very important children that I’ve had for 2 years and I love when people love them too! K’anta I actually didn’t touch for a while because I was still in BNS rather than FFXIV, but now that I’m in FFXIV again... I’m curious to see what I’ll do with him! As for Peraa? Well.... I’ve never written a villain before! I’m gonna be slow with her, making sure I create a good plot based around her antagony, but I’ll probably be shoddy at it, at first at least, but it’ll be great to try something new!!G.What trait of theirs bothers you the most?....I don’t really give my characters traits that bother me? The only thing I can think of is that sometimes Huabian’s desire to be kind to everyone means I have to be kind to the characters of rpers I’m not very fond of. But Huab must be Huab!