#{ muse: the rani }

[trashyclementine]

being someone’s muse but in the way you inspire them to commit horrible acts for your sake. watching someone you care about slowly lose themselves all for your benefit. you didn’t want this. you didn’t ask for them to do this. you are scared of someone you once loved

[in-ankhon-ki-masti]

Everybody's raging about Rani's sarees from RRKPK when the truth is Varsha Ghotala from Badi Door Se Aayein Hain did it first.

[a-dragons-journal]

okay so im not the best with otherkin (?) terminology but

dragonkin 🤝 crowkin

really like collecting shiny things

(i saw your post abt collecting shinies a while back and as a crow boye i wanted to add but i didnt want to derail)

🤝!

[astrummorte-m]

-pats my own brain- this bad boy can house so many doubts

[kissofthemuses]

@loyalhearts asked:

"sometimes I think you must hate me." - the Doctor for the Rani

❝Now I wonder what could have possibly given you that in impression,❞ the Rani replied dryly.

She then let out a sigh and said, ❝It's actually quite the opposite, Doctor. I like you a good deal more than most. You have a brilliant mind; if you would only put it towards more useful endeavors, we may actually get on rather well.❞

They most certainly had vastly different priorities and ideas about what one should do with their considerable intelligence. To her, it was one of the biggest things standing in the way of finding his company more amicable.

[chemicalmorality]

The Rani whipped her head around and barked out a bitter laugh. It was clear she was genuinely frazzled. She'd put an incredible amount of effort, time and patient into these experiments, regardless of their unethical nature, and now all of her hard work was washed away by the Doctor.

"Hypocritical nonsense on your part. You aren't exactly a saint, either, despite what your little human pets may believe. Just because you feel guilty about your own wrongs doesn't absolve you of them."

She took a breath, and then shook her head, trying to calm down.

"The problem with you, Doctor, is that you can never decide whether the ends justify the means or if the means justify the ends. You destroyed Gallifrey to save the universe, the ends justifying the means, but I heard about the incident on New Earth as well. That confused me. It was a few regenerations ago for you, wasn't it? The Sisters of Plentitude could cure any disease, but at the cost of the continued suffering of their artificially created plague carriers. They made incredible scientific advancements, cured so many people, ended so many diseases, until you came and shut it all down. You saved those plague carriers, yes, but also prevented the future development of cures for far more people. Here, for you, the means justified the ends."

She paused, looking the Doctor directly in the eye.

"Among my many gripes with you, that's always bothered me. I don't delude myself with moral arguments - I care solely about data. If my subjects suffer, I do not take any joy in it, nor do I particularly care. You though...you care so much about everything, and yet you never seem to draw the line. You make rules for yourself, break them, then follow them again whenever you find it reasonable to do so."

The Rani sat down one of the stools on her TARDIS, yet still didn't break eye contact.

"So I'll ask again - what gives you the right to judge me when your own moral compass is inconsistent and debatably unsound?"

The Doctor tried to keep herself composed but she knew the frown that had formed on her face. The thing was much like the Master was her friend, she still remembered when they were friends too. It hurt but she knew her morals and codes.

The Rani went against them all and she had to stop her.

The Doctor might not admit it out loud but even she could see the brilliance and intellect that the other held in their mind. But how they went about using it, was something the Doctor couldn't stand for.

She flinched at the sound of the other's hand hitting the metal of the console. She had to stop herself checking on them, but the small look on her face might have hinted to her concerns for a moment.

The Doctor however was silent. She didn't know what to say to that or more so should she just let the other shout and let it out for the moment. But she did have a reply.

"I think you already know why I have to. I can't let you hurt people like this. You know that. If you could just find a way to use that brilliance you have in a way that didn't do that. Then maybe..I wouldn't have to..."

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 17

Synopsis: The Doctor muses on the nature of what he could do, the reader is a willing accomplice to her own life.

A/n: first off, I'd like to thank @queerconfusionthings on the slightly darker tone of this chapter and our long talks about 12, it changed this chapter. You get me in a way precious others do...and to all my readers, yall are best. To my mutuals, I'd die for you. Especially those who don't share my needs here. Love u.

It started to border on experimental. So many untapped valleys and choices he could make now that his pet fawn was solidly by his side, and now bound to leave him, no matter how dire the situation or how many red flags or fears the ghosts of his past could bequeath to her. (Y/N) was firmly in his grasp. Perhaps indefinitely.

There were certain thought experiments that were hypothetical that he was taught at the academy. How to not just bind a weaker species to your mind not just in mind, but in blood. The facets of addiction was the singular universal trait of all sentient life in the cosmos. He admitted that he was becoming as addicted to her as she was to him, and those nasty substances she would take.

He was of half a mind to remove their influence on her body and substitute them for him. As they walked through Kew Gardens, he mused on that. Take the urge that crippled her for drinks and cigarettes to the point of clouding her thoughts at times, bind those starved out brain cells to the idea of him. The swap from nicotine and ethyl alcohol to the Doctor would he fairly easy to do.

Ultimately, after she flashed him a smile and kissed him on the cheek before heading to the loo, he decided against it. For now.

She was getting beyond handsy…almost to the point of him being begged to fuck her in public. Maybe the switch was happening naturally. The addiction to the physical was clearly getting stronger…

Wouldn’t he be so lucky?

He’d have another full-scale rifle in her mind soon to assess the current situation!

Maybe he was more like the Rani than he’d previously assessed…

Wouldn’t that just choke the life from Missy? Her precious parallels dashed in the face if him ending up much more like their estranged friend turned mutual foe.

Whatever the case in this poorly-plotted and infinitely nailed-out love story he was crafting, the Doctor was sure of one thing. His reputation as the universe’s biggest savior, it’s self-inserted martyr needed to stay intact. Missy knew to some extent. Missy could feel and reveled in his own self-corruption at the hands of this mere human.

Missy would, even if she wanted to escape, keep this secret. Their rivalry and comrades and millennia-long bond, despite how fucked up it was, or how many times they’d kill or fight one another was iron-clad.

Honor among thieves or something…

The idea of some sort of vivisection briefly clouded his vision as he saw her exit the toilets. She was beaming. She held her jacket in her hand and her teeth caught in the light.

He decided against that idea.

There were opportunities endlessly flowing out.

“Hey, I’m absolutely starving!” She pulled him by the ties on his hoodie. “Do you want to go to a pub after this? There’s got to be a really good one that does a lovely roast dinner or something.”

Totally clueless, totally obvious to the danger she was in. So fine-tuned to weird shadows and knew when a human man on the street was up to no good. She didn’t know that the real predator was getting the aglets of his hoodie flicked around.

Poor her. Poor little fawn. Fully in the wolf’s maw and her neck was already snapped. Lost in the too-dark woods, separated from her herd. Only the guidance of that would come had made a meal of her. And was toying her corpse out further…

He felt his cock stiffen.

Maybe he would take her tonight. Just until bleeding. See how far her dependence on her would go. Maybe degrade her a bit.

If he could, he would. Wasn’t it his right?

He did own her, after all. Everyone from the team at UNIT to that last scrappy remnant of Torchwood saw her over-the-moon, fully-tethered ache for him…

They all picked up on something far more grasping than mere companion in their relationship. He wasn’t risking her life and breaking her spirit on planets far outside her home solar system. A dark, full-bodied compatriot. An equal lover. Perhaps they would arrive at the conclusion of his idea of settling down on Earth.

Not like their human opinions mattered in the end…

“Yes, of course.” He returned her eager, lavish smile with one of his own.

He slammed these thoughts back in the dark chest that was his mind. For now he’d just play with her hormones and her mind. Just put them at maximum. Continue this charade.

Keep everyone and everyone in the dark…

It was a great rest of the day, a butterfly landed on her arm. She delicately picked it up to rest on her finger and it stayed put as if she was her own form of magic. The little insect crawled around and she led it to rest on his jacket.

“He’s probably picking up the sugar scrub I used last night.” She rationalized.

“Or you’re just preternaturally sweet.” He let out the cheesy line as it flicked itself off his being and flew into the air. She shot him a bemused sideways glance. When she finally got it off her finger and it was firmly on his being she slightly shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Obviously, it didn’t take a liking to him.

It’s instincts were far better tuned.

He took her to the closest pub. It wasn’t doing a roast dinner that night. She was put out, but ordered chips with a gin and tonic and some little sandwich thing.

His Earth girls really loved their chips.

Maybe that was his type? Little, bold Earth girls with loud minds that could devour nothing but chips for all eternity and be perfectly happy doing so.

He could live with that…

She went out for a cigarette and he mentally made contact with Missy.

She ‘picked up’ the mental receiver.

‘How goes London, you filthy old man?’ The words shot into his mind like an icicle from a roof.

‘Fine, just curious, how much attention did you pay to Professor Hedflonhorzthenethar’s lessons on groove-making in lesser species?’

‘Rapt, Doccy. Why?’

‘Send me your memories, I’ll Amazon a tuba to my office.’

Another betrayal of the morals he started this regeneration with…

‘Let me see you do it. I’ll only do it if you do it now and let me look through your eyes!’ It was sharp, it felt like she was beside him shouting it.

He gave her permission to see through his eyes. He sighed and whipped out his phone, ordered a tuba and closed up the connect to his eyes.

The entirety of her memories regarding the lessons pinged into his brain like an email or perhaps a text notification…

His little fawn slid back onto the barstool next to him as Missy closed the line…

‘Don’t break her yet! I want to be her friend! I’m so lonely!’

He could still feel her teasing pout lingering in his brain. Perhaps she left it as a taste of his own medicine.

“The night’s getting cooler.” (Y/N) informed.

“Pity, you’ll need to cover up.”

Her mind was clearly projecting images of her taking him to the toilets and fucking him in the stall. Loudly.

Her mind was wandering, she kept admiring the line of his brow and the way his fingers crossed over as he held the glass of Fanta he was slowly sipping. She needed him in ways that would shock perhaps even Captain Jack Harkness or perhaps that smaller, dark shadow that used to follow him around, John Hart was his name?

A pathetic kicked dog that craved the Captain’s attention…

Just like him and Missy.

He shook his head at that particular parallel.

Probably the advantage of dating someone in her profession. She knew what was avant-garde in sex!

Or at least for a human of her time period that had never been off-planet…

The Doctor let his mind wander into hers. Despite her clear projection, he wanted to see exactly what the damage of the last night was. She was chattering on about a philosophy book she picked up for between clients and for downtime at work. She completed it and wanted to share her critiques of it and her ways she’d probably improve upon the messages. As well as what she liked from it- she wasn’t all kvetching, no appreciation, after all.

In all honesty, he loved the wild tangential spin she loved. He felt some remorse about how deeply he had rummaged in her brain. She still was, in a sense, her own. Just now permanently entangled in his web. Like a rat in a glue trap, but only she didn’t grasp how sticky the glue was…. She was fully mentally tethered. He’d have to be more careful, he didn’t want to lose her, or push these experiences too deep. Losing this spark of ingenuity and tired vivaciousness would be a sin worse than anything else.

He swallowed another sip of his Fanta.

It seemed a bit shaken, but he swept those away. Kept them as salacious afterthought. Bonded the memories from today that were pleasant to her already aching neurotransmitters. Amped up her hormones a tad bit.

Anyone around her, even a stupid human could probably hear her mind now. It was both very intrigued by the subject matter of the book but also so desperately needy for her Doctor. He could feel her aching cunt and body responding from here. Anybody with a pulse could probably get her drift.

He'd probably, if anyone was sensitive enough, have to start beating them off with a stick!

That could be fun, lure her further. Let her know that she was only safe with him…

He ran the possibilities and scanned the bar, seeing if he could play any games.

Sadly not.

He decided against that for the moment.

Especially since something told him that she’d have precious little trouble fighting for herself. Unless he purposefully put her mind in a state of freeze, he doubted that a pub brawl based on her appearance would faze her. She, like most human girls, had been numbed to that sort of violence.

She’d probably have to come in and save him, by the looks of a few of the other patrons here…

He dissolved that idea. He couldn’t risk breaking his promise to her and regenerating on the spot if she was frozen, meant to witness. His superior genetics and all that may come with was no match for a gone-to-seed ex-rugby player nor someone who clearly worked security. As he finished his assessment of the crowd in the pub.

His mind games would have to play out in other ways still…

Just adjust the plans that he had. And take in the information Missy had pinged him.

The illusion of free will still reflected true, right?

His old pal, Plato did some allegory with a cave…sadly he wasn’t paying attention when the man was speaking. Missed the point, invented a self-lubricating spatula for flapjacks.

Oops.

He’d never say he was depriving her of that outright, no too controversial. Too salacious. Guidance, yes. A dual corruption arc? Definitely.

Daddy knows best, rung through his skull. An old line he told Kate about the poison to kill the Zygons…

Paternalistic? Yes.

How could he not be? A human is so young and weak compared to most species out there. Let alone him and his!

After all, he was her teacher. Her educator.

These thoughts, mixed with how strong she was fantasizing about fucking him, and her natural allure…he was shocked that he wasn’t bursting through his trousers, exposing himself to all to see.

He'd fuck her tonight. Not only did she clearly need it, but if he didn’t give in, he would probably act out.

He had fully surrendered himself to current path he was on. Yes.

He’d not destroy her entirely. Take away what enchanted him to her. That would be a sin graver than killing her outright. She had goals and dreams. They had discussed at such at length. He’d let her have those. So long as she’d never stray from his clingy side.

He half-wished he could summon a past version of himself, or perhaps a future without risking too much. Just to confer and pass back ideas.

All he had was Missy.

Or to sneak off and search for the Rani.

And they’d destroy him with zealous help.

No! He was alone in this path. Only solace was Missy and her enjoyment of his fawn and petty need to be good and please reform for her release. He walked his path utterly alone.

The evening wound itself up. The Doctor had to pounce. To claim what little of his fawn lay left unclaimed. Ruin her forever. Claim her indefinitely…

He paid their bill and ventured into the night.

A pep laid in his step, his cock still semi-stiff. He’d destroy her to rebuild her.

Teacher’s Pet.

He’d have his fun next term. Make her into a professor’s aide. Push her servile nature to him into a possibly public place. Show her off, perhaps even.

But for now? He was about ready to explode. His balls ached, and his hearts were full.

All in the name of love, right?

Or obsession…

Either way, still to have someone as alluring with such a firm form like (insert a description of your body, reader…) and a mind as hard in her ideals, but so easy to toy with?

Ecstasy…

[saagar-jaisi-aankhonwali]

Moonlit Pages #2

Moonshine's Musings चांदनी का चिंतन

Today Is June 16 i.e father's day , I wished my dad and gifted him a collage made of our pictures but I can't help and wonder that yes I love my dad too much but at the same time I also hate him.... That doesn't even makes any sense but that's how our relationship is....

I have taken so much after my dad , the way I talk , my anger issues , over possessiveness for people around me and due to these traits , I end up tagging him as a monster but the truth is I am more worse of a monster than him.... I have more anger issues than him , and making him the demon for that just shows how much of a hypocrite I am....

My dad and I are so similar that we end up fighting with each other , we both are just a reflection of each other but just the difference is that :

Yes I am born with my father's anger but the patience my mother holds also runs through my veins....

He is the only man in my life whom I can show faith upon , the world makes me feel unheard , unseen just like a background character but to him I am the only one who matters like i am the main character of his life - his queen , kiki , Rani beti and what not....

I may never say it to him but I love him to the core and he's the best man life has given me....

हाथों की उंगली पकड़ कर चलना सिखाया ख्वाबों के पर् बनाके उड़ना सिखाया अब चल पड़ी हु इस दुनिया से लड़ने में आप बस साथ रह कर मेरी उड़ान देखना इन पंखों की जान देखना ....

I love you dad , I love you so very much....

My dear past self is probably giggling rn....

My dear future self please don't let him down and do make him proud....

Moonshine 💌

[kalhamamor]

Dear Muse,

You need a woman like me to help you see the art in this world

- {excerpt from Love Letter - 5} • 📸 @rani-punnani

[justshahrukhkhan]

Can we get a sequel...?

Srk Rani needs to do another movie. Adi be nice and cast your wife and the coolest actor you've worked with in a romance.

[eatheangel]

Surprise Interview With Former Member Of Girl Group IN BLISS Xiù Mingyue!

“…And we’re back! Thank you for sitting down with me today,” the interviewer inclines her head at the woman before her, all smiles as the two turn to address the camera. “As you know, I’m Choi Siyo, and on today’s segment we have a really special guest. If you would be so kind and introduce yourself…”

“Xiù Mingyue.” The noirette offers a dazzling smile of her own, complete with a cute wave before turning back to Siyo. “I used to be in INBLISS as its lead dancer and vocalist.”

“And visual.”

“Yes, and visual,” Mingyue laughs, leading the in-studio audience to cheer. “Thank you for having me!”

“I’m honestly surprised you even agreed,” Siyo regards her with an exaggerated expression, leaning forward slightly with interest. “I’m sure everyone wants to know what’s been going on since you and Rani left Flowerbank before the disbandment rumors even started.”

Mingyue looks contemplative, looking off to the side for a moment. “No one was happy,” she states rather bluntly. “There were talks of an EP in the works, and then maybe a mini album. But we all know how that went.”

The audience laughs as Mingyue rolls her eyes and smiles. In a similar fashion, Siyo reaches over to pat her hand in sympathy, which makes her giggle.

“It was just weird. Nobody was doing anything. We’d released Mise-en-scène, which was supposed to be the set up for the EP I mentioned earlier. The concept was something I was really interested and invested in. We had photoshoots with really cool sets. Sad no one is going to be able to see that.”

She shrugs as the audience clamors at the information, shaking her head in faux sadness.

“Do you know why Rani left?” Siyo asks, which makes Mingyu snort before she quickly covers her mouth with a laugh. Siyo immediately leaps for the opening, pressing further, “You do know!”

“She left because it honestly sucks.” Siyo covers her mouth in shock. “Her words, not mine! I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t made an appearance since then. Even Hyejin did, and she had the most humanity out of all of us.”

“I saw clips of her livestream,” Siyo’s expression turns sorrowful, “she even cried, poor girl.”

“I feel sympathy for her, but there are other companies out there. She’ll be fine. That’s life.” Mingyue states matter-of-factly.

“But back to Rani. We left the company together, as you all know, because I think we both realized that EP or mini album or whatever was never happening. Flowerbank is crumbling. Have you seen the news recently?”

Siyo looks intrigued, as is the audience. The set is pin-drop silent when Mingyue pauses for breath, making her look around. She then jokes, “Alright, is this place bugged or what.”

“Don’t be silly! Anyway,” Siyo waves her off, “we’ve accounted for three members. You, Rani, Hyejin. What about the other two?”

A series of emotions flit over Mingyue’s face. It takes her a bit of time to answer the question.

“Lou just disappeared,” she sighs, her lips pursed. “No one knows where she is. Not even Dispatch can find her. They’re getting lazy.”

The joke falls flat with her tone, something that Siyo seems to catch onto. Surprisingly, for once in her career, she doesn’t press. “That’s four,” she muses, “the fifth?”

“What about her?”

Mingyue’s tone instantly sweetens, her stare boring right into Siyo’s. It makes the emcee raise her brows, interest budding in her sudden switch.

“Have you heard from the fifth?” She asks again, and Mingyue presses her lips into a thin smile. “I believe she was in the news once or twice before the official announcement of disba—”

“Can we talk about something else?” The sugar in her tone twangs with underlying emotion, making the older woman smile in response.

“Sure.” Siyo claps her hands, folding them before placing them on the table. “What are your plans after leaving Flowerbank?”

“Hopefully debuting again.” The audience’s cheers instantly brighten the atmosphere, making Mingyue laugh in surprise. “It’s nice to know they’ll still be people supporting me.”

“Can you talk about your time with Flowebank and INBLISS?”

“It was rocky. We obviously debuted with that bullying mess with that She-Demon,” Mingyue waves her hand in a flippant manner much to her audience’s amusement. “But we had support. We had fun, won awards, did that sort of thing.”

Silence hangs for a moment before she continues.

“If we had been closer, I probably could have called them my sisters.” The admission is soft spoken, seemingly to the surprise of the woman who uttered those very words. “We honestly didn’t spend enough time together as a group.”

“And now you’ve splintered off too early.” Mingyue smiles as Siyo’s tone turns soft with sympathy.

“We’ve all gone on our own paths,” the noirette agrees, nodding slowly. “I wish them all the best in all of their endeavors.”

“Its so nice of you to support another rumored solo debut!”

Mingyue’s smile slips from her lips instantly.

Siyo continues without a pause. “I’m sure you’ve heard, yes? One of your fellow group mates is also rumored to be going solo. Surely you’ve heard!”

“I’m not sure what that has to do with me.”

“But you just said you’d give support. Are we to assume that your words don’t mean anything?”

Siyo’s smile turns sharp under Mingyue’s gaze. It takes a moment for the idol to compose herself minutely.

“No, of course my words have weight. I publicly support all the girls. I’m just not sure what you gain from asking me about a debut that doesn’t pertain to me.”

Siyo just nods, reaching over to take her hands in her own. “My mistake, I overstepped. I just wanted to let the audience know that there were rumors of an ex-girl group member from your company going solo. No hard feelings, hm?”

Mingyue just smiles. “No hard feelings.”

“I mean. The company is no stranger to favoritism, right? And all the artists moving to other companies… it’s a terrible time, isn’t it? To not be chosen.”

Siyo’s tone is still sympathetic, but the words cut deeper than shown on camera. Mingyue’s hands slowly slip from the host’s.

“Well there’s a difference between suddenly being chosen and already having one foot in the door, isn’t there?”

Siyo's smile widens significantly.

[kittyit]

it actually is incredibly crazy that rani b*ker committed suicide. totally prolific in the trans community and indie games scene as a supportive and kind person, regularly sheltered and cared for even the most disruptive of the baedd*ls, showed up for everyone. tried to show up for all the t4t rape victims but that flow chart gets a little messy. and yes, a misogynist, as all transwomen are. lost long-term partner after getting bottom surgery + turned out the husband had been a chaser after all. i was friends with rani while i was trans, but that's not special, bc a lot of people were! rani was a friendly person who knew a lot. and to see rani's last post is not being able to afford a $100 electricity bill, asking for help to no engagement & then quietly committing suicide, no note, just fucking sucks and drives home how dark the trans & queer community is. literally someone who did more than most for impoverished, struggling & creative trans people, abandoned & left to die for no reason I can tell. because males don't show up for each other or build their own communities very often. i actually really feel for the male people in trans & queer stuff who do try to do meaningful organizing or mutual aid or peer support & get totally burned out and used up. because that's what women do all the time so it does feel sad and unusual to see a guy doing it. But, of course, in the end, it's none of my business and not really my concern. Just a Friday afternoon's musing 👍

[cantsleephomesick]

i have a pit in my stomach

when i stare at your face

how hard can this be

im trying to stay away

but the thought of you lingers

im down on my knees

please please dont do this

i scream out to the trees

i thought i had prepared for this

many times before

but it doesnt matter how many times

people leave

it still gets sore

i told everyone im fine

flashing them my glimmering smile

but if you look behind the glass

the wound is deeper than the nile

what can i say

there isnt much more

i pray for you to come back

i pray for us to be like before

but ill give you the space

if thats wha you need

but i cant keep doing this

please please talk to me

if i did something wrong

consider this my sorry

ill fight for you always

you dont need to worry

we shook on the idea of being friends

but you dont seem very friendly

i still look at photos on my phone

and sometimes it makes me angry

like why did i let myself fall this hard

youre the muse tomy poems

i write about you like

how i write about the stars

one day youll call me

with a lot to say

oh rani its been years

many seasons have chnaged

"you look well"

"i guess im okay"

then we shake on the idea of being friends

hoping there is a way

because we are mature enough to

finally let this go

and ill fall in love with you all over again

this time even more

but right now

i have a pit in my stomach

every time i see your face

this is the end

take care of yourself okay

HEARTBREAK AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS OUT NOW

[malboraslihan]

'   you   can't   avoid   her   forever   though   '   she   practically   whispers   ,   fingers   drawing   circles   on   the   pattern   of   her   skirt   .   '   you're   gonna   have   to   talk   to   her   eventually   and   then   ,   what   ?   '   laughs   nervously   ,   cause   realization   starts   weighing   on   her   shoulders   .   sleeping   with   her   best   friend's   boyfriend   was   already   awful   enough   but   being   reminded   they   were   meant   to   get   married   ,   fuck   .   '   she   asked   me   what   we   did   during   the   summer   ,   if   we   had   fun   '   stomach   twists   with   the   reminder   alone   .   '   what   am   i   supposed   to   tell   her   ?   '

' lemme guess , layla asked if you'd seen me ? please don't tell her you found me , i can't face her right now ––––  her parents are talking about when i'm gonna propose to her and shit and like , i love her , yeah but after what we've done this entire summer ? i can't take that step . '

[sketchyallstar]

Pixie Hollow OC doodles! This is the first time I’m concretely designing Drizzle, Aspen, Zenith, and my newest OC Erys, whom I see as the most direct self insert out of my previous attempts. My oldest OC is Ella, who’s based on my favorite fairy to play as among my Pixie Hollow Online accounts. Later I made Brightly, but I didn’t feel super connected to her so I made Drizzle, then I decided they’d make a good odd couple duo so I made them sisters, in a different way from Tink and Periwinkle. They’re two fairies born of the laughter of twin babies, so they came into being at basically the same time and see each other as twins. I was also playing with the concept of a winter fairy and that’s where Aspen came from, but I used her to flesh out Ella’s character as an OC and not a player character. Basically, Ella is an artist and Aspen is her muse, but Aspen is an introvert and doesn’t know what to do with all the attention Ella gives her. Much much later I made a fairy with a new made up talent, Valora, who can dreamwalk. Using her story, I also made my first Sparrowman OC, Zenith. He has a job that keeps him up at night, Valora has a job keeping her up at night, there’s grounds there for a ship. Their relationship is a bit of a Tink/Terrance ship, where Zenith has a crush on Valora but she’s a bit oblivious to it.

My current self-insert, Erys, is a Storytelling talent, but she’s not great at telling stories verbally. Her thoughts are scattered, her mind wanders, she gets fixated on the wrong details sometimes, and some fairies think she’s Incomplete. She heavily relies on pixie dust to show visually what she’s trying to say, so she’s overly conscientious about her pixie dust supply. Best friends are Rani, who finishes her sentences, and Prilla, who can get where Erys is going with a train of thought without words sometimes. Still, despite her struggles, she’s always writing notes, and fairies who read her ideas and story fragments think they’re great, sometimes brilliant. The only thing holding her back is that she can’t finish off any of the stories she starts.

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OOC POST

Hi!! My name is Admin O, I just recently started this blog, and I’m just now kinda getting use to have a blog of multiple muses, but I have past experiences of roleplaying as the masters; atleast a few of them anyways; so I thought, why not? Sometimes I get way too excited and start rambling, or I immediately assume people that interact with me are already my friends. If this ever bothers someone, or makes them uncomfortable, please tell me and I’ll try my best to stop!! I don’t mean to ramble or talk to much at all. Sometimes I just get too excited, I hope that’s okay!!

my ask box is open 24/7!!! You’ll be able to send an ask to almost any master you want! If it’s a bit out of character at times, I apologize!

I love writing with ocs!! And other characters from the show, and literally just well..anyone!! Im looking forward to speaking with everyone.

Obviously. Sometimes ask will be a bit morbid. Or rude, due to it being in character. If it gets too much. Just send me a message and I will fix things up.

How to know who you’re talking to (without the tags that I’ll put there..lol)

I do not mind spamming what so ever!! Just please don’t be rude to me, you can be rude to the characters, but not me, anyhow! I hope we can all get along well!!

Saxon!Master

Missy

Spy Master/Spy Doctor

The War Master

The Movie/Bruce Master (Eric Roberts)

River Song

The Rani

Ainley Master

Delgado Master

(Any other masters text, will be put in a different font, and I will put their name in the tags! Thank you!! Just ask for a master and I’ll try my best to do what I can!)