#∗*( musing ).! things have changed for me and thats okay ¡*

[cloudcountry]

1.5K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

SUMMARY: The Octatrio takes you to the ocean, where you explore a shipwreck with them!!

WARNINGS: Jade & Floyd being slightly threatening? They imply that they'll drown you lol sillies.

COMMENTS: i had this in the works for like a week and i really like how it turned out!! (i'm especially fond of the floyd parts hehe) THERES ALSO SOME DEUCE CONTENT BC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF but thats only in the beginning wahhwawah ANYWAYS i hope ygys like this one!!!!!!!! im excited to hear what you all think!!!!!!!!

You slowly unfasten your arms from around Deuce’s waist as the blastcycle skids to a stop. Vehicles in Twisted Wonderland are still incredibly hard to get used to, even though you’ve been here for longer than you want to think about.

“Thanks for the ride.” you lean back, swinging your legs over the side with a smile, “I appreciate it.”

“Ah…no problem.” Deuce replies, eyes darting from the seemingly empty shoreline to you, “Just…if anything happens, call me. Okay?”

You sigh, touched by his concern. Lifting your hand, you extend your pinkie to him. He wraps his pinkie around yours, and when you whisper that you promise, he nods and lets you go.

“Thank you,” Deuce whispers.

It’s nice having people who want to protect you.

He drives off and you wave, even though his back is turned to you and it wouldn’t be safe for him to wave back. Once the roaring engine has faded completely, you turn your attention to the beach. There’s a set of wooden stairs leading down to the bay, and you take them down. The sand feels warm and inviting, and you kick your shoes off without a second thought. It’s odd, your three companions should be here by now, but you don’t question it too much. Those three do what they want when they want to, and there’s no telling what they decided to do today.

You spend a few minutes swiping at the sand, collecting a small pile of pretty shells. It’s a modest collection, nothing to write home about, but the childish act alone fills you with a glee you haven’t felt in quite a long time.

Perhaps Azul was right. A trip to the sea really might be all you need.

“Hello, angelfish.” a familiar voice croons from behind you.

You turn and barely manage to contain your surprise when you see Azul in casual shorts and a shirt. Although it’s plenty warm outside, the mental image you have of him always wears a suit. It’s a nice change.

“Hello, Azul.” you smile, and take the hand he extends to you.

A kiss that burns hotter than the sun is pressed to the back of your hand. Your arms fall back to your side far too soon.

“I do hope you’ll enjoy this little trip I’ve planned.” he muses, turning his attention to the water, “There’s a shipwreck a little ways from here that Floyd and Jade wanted to explore, you see. Bad things happen when I don’t indulge those two.”

Something tells you that you are also part of that indulgence.

“Where are they?” you ask, scanning the wide expanse of golden sand, “I didn’t see them when I arrived.”

“Ah…” Azul winces and shakes his head, pointing a single finger toward the water.

You turn just in time to see two pairs of glowing eyes peeking up from the water. They’re gone in an instant, and if it wasn’t for Azul’s uneasiness you would have thought you imagined it.

“They’re very sneaky, aren’t they?” you murmur.

Azul nods.

You shake your head, mimicking Azul’s earlier actions. Except you decide to take the route the three of them probably wouldn’t expect.

And so you start walking towards the water.

Azul sucks in air through his teeth and grabs your arm as if warning you not to go.

“It’ll be fine.” you turn back to him and pat his hand, offering him the most reassuring smile you can manage, “If Floyd gets a little too rambunctious and forgets that I can’t breathe underwater, I’ll have you to stop them.”

Azul hesitates but lets you go. He does follow you though, which is rather endearing.

It’s nice having people who want to protect you.

Once you reach the water, you start to sink into the sand. You keep walking until it’s reached your knees. There isn’t any sign of them, but you’re sure Floyd will ambush you sooner or later. You start moving again, eventually wading into the deeper part of the shoreline. Azul watches you apprehensively.

Something brushes your foot.

You can’t help but jerk, but the ticklish sensation makes you laugh.

Someone pinches your thigh, and you swat at them.

There’s a swarm of bubbles that surrounds you, and for a second you swear you can see a tail flick out of the water before a giant merman jumps out of the water and body slams you into the waves.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd cheers, squashing your faces together and splashing salt water everywhere.

“Hi, Floyd.” you giggle as he digs his webbed fingers into your sides.

“My my. No greeting for me?” Jade pouts, resting his chin on your other shoulder, “You’re so heartless, Pearl.���

“You didn’t even give me a chance!” you laugh, running your fingers through their hair, “Hello, Jade. I’m very happy to see the two of you.”

“Will you two be more gentle with them!?” Azul hollers, a sour look on his face, “They haven’t taken the potion yet, so you should be cautious!”

Floyd sinks into the water and blows annoyed bubbles. Jade just smiles serenely, making no move to leave your side. Azul groans loudly, exasperated.

“Azul, it’s okay.” you call, slowly making your way towards the shoreline with two mermen in tow, “If I didn’t want them here, I wouldn’t have come into the water.”

“Well, there you have it.” Jade smiles triumphantly, wrapping his tail around your leg, “The Little Pearl doesn’t mind one bit, do they Floyd?”

“Yeah, Jade. They don’t mind at all.” Floyd grins menacingly, wrapping his tail around your other leg.

“Guys, I need those.” you remind them gently, and they begrudgingly let you go.

It’s funny how they listen to you and not the man they call boss (who is still fuming on the shoreline.)

You clamber out of the water with the grace of a crab as Jade and Floyd continue to pinch at your legs. You’re only safe when Azul catches you in his arms, lips pursed and hair tousled from the wind.

“What’s this potion I’m supposed to take?” you ask, paying no mind to the splash of water that hits you in the shins.

“Ah. It’s a water breathing potion.” Azul hums, clearly proud of himself, “I brewed it myself, so rest assured, it will work. The potion allows you to breathe and see underwater with minimal difficulty. Your payment for the potion will be assisting us in collecting artifacts and such from the shipwreck I mentioned previously.”

You have a feeling that all that meant was your payment is spending time with us.

You suppose they are rather lonely, with their reputations and all. Azul especially, with that sensitive heart of his.

“Okay,” you say softly, following him as he leads you to a neat row of duffel bags. He leans down and unzips the one with a cute little octopus charm and produces a purple glass bottle. The cork is shaped like a clam shell, and you marvel at how pretty of a bottle it is for only a few seconds before you look at Azul.

The sea is dangerous, you remind yourself. But these three will protect you.

“Now, I will not be joining you.” Azul declares, taking out a book from the same duffel bag, “So you may go with Jade and Floyd.”

He plops down in the sand, opens the book, and ends the conversation.

What?

You must have stood there for far too long because Azul looks up at you over the rim of his glasses as if you’re the one doing something weird.

“Come on Azul!” Floyd yells from the sea, “Shrimpy doesn’t care!”

“Indeed. And you were so excited about this trip, too. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want to come.” Jade sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “There’s nothing to be done about it, I suppose. It looks like we’ll be getting the pretty little pearl all to ourselves, won’t we, Floyd?”

“Oooh, yeah!” Floyd beams, tongue flicking out between his sharp teeth, “All to ourselves, Jade.”

You see Azul’s eyebrow twitch.

Floyd groans, seemingly annoyed at Azul’s lack of reaction, and shifts his targeted jeers to you.

“Shrimpy! I can tell you why Azul doesn’t want to go!” Floyd yells, flailing his arms around, “He doesn’t want you to see his merform! He’s super squishy and slow!”

“Now, now. That’s rude, Floyd.” Jade chastises his brother, but his smile lets you know that he’s getting a kick out of this too.

“Well, that’s a good thing, right?” you turn back to look at Azul and kneel next to him, “I won’t be a fast swimmer either, Azul. Not as fast as Jade or Floyd. It’d be nice to hang back with someone.”

Azul says nothing.

You block out Floyd’s jeering and focus on him.

“Hey.” you whisper, “If you want to come along, you can. Don’t let me stop you. I promise I won’t judge how you look, hell I won’t even look at you if you don’t want me to. But I’d really like it if you came—”

“That is out of the question.” Azul says curtly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You hesitate, debating if leaving him here would make him more comfortable.

Except you know Azul. And you know if he doesn’t join you three on this trip, he’ll regret it.

“Listen, Azul.” you murmur, keeping your tone gentle and firm, “I want to go with you. It won’t be the same without you. So if you want to come, you should. I don’t want to leave without you.”

Azul hesitates, and you know you’re getting through to him.

“So come on!” you place a hand on his shoulder and smile reassuringly, “It wouldn’t be fun without you. Who else is going to teach me about all the different coins you can find?”

“Gahh, fine!” Azul snaps his book shut and tucks it back into his duffel bag, hands shaking, “You run a hard bargain, my dear.”

You laugh, and your heart feels light. You lead Azul to the water and turn away as he prepares to transform. You hear a soft splash and you pop the cork off the pretty glass bottle. Tipping it back, the contents spill past your lips and down your throat. Not wanting to be messy, You place the cork back on and put the bottle on a nearby rock. A slimy hand reaches for you, and you turn to see Jade smiling up at you. Floyd is a little ways away, bouncing around in the water like he can’t wait for you to enter. 

Azul is nowhere to be seen, but that’s okay. You can only hope he’ll feel more comfortable as the trip goes on.

”Come on, Shrimpy!” Floyd yells, and that's all the encouragement you need to take Jade's hands and let him drag you into the water.

And he coaxes you into the smooth waves, just like a siren. His eyes certainly glow like he’s hypnotizing you, but you’re certain his beauty is enough to have the same effect.

Once your head is submerged, you open your eyes. Instead of the sharp pain you expect to feel from opening your eyes in the salty water, you’re able to see clearly. Jade’s still holding your hand as he drags you deeper, tail swishing as he darts around coral. You try your best to follow him as you cut through the water, and you know if it wasn’t for the care he puts into making sure you’re not getting scraped on the rough outcrops of coral, you surely would have been injured already.

Floyd swims down from up above and snatches you from his brother in the blink of an eye. You’re pressed into a slick, pale chest as Floyd bears his teeth playfully, swimming farther up.

“No fair, hogging Shrimpy all to yourself.” Floyd grumbles, clutching you against him like a prized catch.

“Now, now. No need to get aggressive.” Jade hums, swimming up to meet Floyd, “They were very much enjoying themselves with me, weren’t you?”

You’re saved from the growing conflict between the brothers by Azul, who pokes his head out from a small cavern in the coral.

“Our goal is to get to the shipwreck, not mess around.” Azul chastises him, and you marvel at the parts of him you can see (which just so happens to be his face and the upper part of his chest.)

He really is beautiful.

“Yes, boss.” Floyd smiles lazily, flicking his tail at him before swimming off with you in tow.

Jade smiles but says nothing as he follows after his brother, who decides to take a small detour. He spins you around a coral spire as if he’s dancing, holding your hands as you spin. His grin is toothy and wide, and his laughter rings clear even in the water, eyes shimmering as if reflecting the sun. He twirls you around like a dancer, and the water fans around you like a costume. It makes you feel like a performer, gorgeous and renowned, and you find yourself grateful for Floyd’s adventurous spirit.

“You see that, Shrimpy?” Floyd giggles, halting mid-dance to swim closer to the coral reef, “It’s you!”

You swim a bit closer, using Floyd’s hand as an anchor to keep yourself close to him. There’s a small shrimpy fluttering through the crevices, skittering across the coral-like an underwater insect.

“Do I really look like that to you?” you tease, shooting Floyd a doubtful look.

“Sure ya do! You’re tiny and you scitter around and you’d probably taste really yummy.” he teases.

He bites just beside your ear and you swat at him. Floyd laughs and swims circles around you, jabbing you with his hands and poking you with his tail. He’s more touchy than usual, you think, and it makes you want to hold him too.

The next time he circles you, you latch onto his tail. Floyd shrieks and flings his you through the water, shooting you towards the coral reef with his pure strength.

“Only shrimps this tall get to ride for free!” He holds his hand up just a few centimeters taller than you and sticks his tongue out.

“Only eels this tall get to receive hugs from shrimpies.” you say, holding your hand just a bit higher than him.

Floyd swims upward and bonks into your hand, looking very proud of himself. You hug him as he takes you the rest of the way to the shipwreck.

It’s a towering thing, made almost entirely of wood. There’s a gaping hole in one of the sides, and you assume that’s how it sank. Floyd giggles and you realize your mouth is gaping in shock. You slam it shut, embarrassed.

Jade and Azul are already examining items they found in the sand, Jade swishing around in the open water while Azul hides most of his body in another crevice. There’s a small treasure chest by Jade’s tail, full of coins and what looks like paper—?

You’ll have to ask them about that.

“It certainly took you long enough.” Jade chuckles.

Azul acknowledges you two with a curt nod as he sorts through coins that look older than Trein. He’s far too deep in his element to engage in pleasantries, you think.

“Floyd, I found some well preserved musical records.” Azul says mildly, handing Floyd a book that seems completely dry without sparing him a glance.

Floyd positively lights up and tears the book out of Azul’s hands, flipping through the pages that are indeed dry.

“Old merfolk spells.” Jade explains, smiling at your surprised expression, “We find paper books fascinating, you see. If the pages are protected by leather and metals they last underwater for quite a bit of time. We had to preserve them somehow.”

“That is fascinating.” you breathe, and Jade chuckles.

He grabs your hand and you turn to him questioningly. He gestures towards the large ship, towering over your little group. You gape at the structure again, and Jade laughs at your facial expression. The hole in the side of the ship looks just big enough for someone to enter it, and you find yourself wondering how it got there again.

Now that you think about it, the hole could have been made after the ship sank.

“Shall we?’ Jade murmurs, pressing a guiding hand to your lower back.

You let him lead you into the shipwreck, but he doesn’t allow you to enter until he’s checked the floor you’re on thoroughly.

“It’s all clear, my pearl.” he offers you his hand again, and you take it.

The second you’re inside, you break free from Jade’s grasp and swim around the room. There’s a collection of silverware in a rickety old cabinet. There’s an old chest that’s cracked open, and you can see scraps of paper peeking out from their age-old prison, suspended in the water. There’s an armchair with an intricately woven cushion, one of its armrests broken off.

Jade watches as you dart around the room, silently following you as you glance from item to item. You know he must think it’s amusing that you can be so enraptured by your own kind. He can’t blame you, though. Humans have always fascinated him, and you’re well aware he’s aware of you indulging him on many occasions.

Many people would be frightened if Jade Leech examined them so closely. You are not one of those people.

“Jade.” you whisper, swimming over to him with curiosity in your eyes, “Is this an old terrarium?”

Oh, you can tell that piques his interest. You point to a dark corner of the ship to a small table and a tiny, house-like structure. It’s made of some type of fibrous material, and two glass panes extend diagonally from the rectangular base. Jade swims over, gently taking the structure in his hands and peeking inside. His sharpened teeth glint in the slivers of sunlight as he beams, cradling the discovery as though it was worth more than all the gold Azul was sorting outside.

“Yes, it is.” he murmurs, voice soft as he coaxes you forward, “Humans didn’t care so much about how pretty terrariums were as long as they were functional. I’ve heard many merpeople talk about how boring these terrariums in particular are as a result of their lack of stained glass, but I can’t help but find this style charming.”

“Sometimes being functional is better.” you agree.

Jade gazes upon you with a softness he does not normally display. It makes your heart take a little tumble in your chest.

Jade opts to take the terrarium with him, and the two of you bounce ideas of what to put in the container back and forth. At one point you bring up taking some coral and sea floor rocks for decor, and Jade perks up like you’ve just reinvented the world of terrariums.

“I’ve been so fascinated by your world that I forgot about the beauties of mine.” he murmurs, lifting a silver knife to examine it, “Say, what do you think about using this knife as a plant marker?”

“You could carve the name of the plant in the handle.” you muse, and Jade nods with a wide smile.

“You have a fascinating mind.” he places a hand on your head, scratching gently at your scalp, “It makes me want to explore you, too.”

You feel your face grow warm in the chilly water.

With your suggestion in mind, Jade begins collecting the various plates and silverware he can find, debating how he can use each bit of his treasures. You watch him for a while as he darts around, storing the items you used every day in his terrarium as though it was a precious treasure chest.

“Isn’t there a story about how the mermaid princess believed that a fork was a comb?” you ask as he picks up a golden fork, “I think Floyd told me that one.”

“So he does pay attention.” Jade chuckles, turning his gaze to you, “Yes, indeed. She was so excited upon seeing one at the prince’s dinner table that she snatched it right up and began vigorously brushing her hair. As you can imagine, the prince was very confused.”

“That would have hurt her scalp pretty bad.” you murmur, furrowing your brow, “But she had the right idea, I suppose.”

Jade laughs, and you feel proud that you were the cause.

“Jaaaade!” Floyd pokes his head in and beams when he sees you, “Have you gone down to the bottom floor yet? Azul says there's a lot of fun stuff down there.”

“I haven’t.” Jade says mildly, “We’ve been having a grand time up here, you see. I daresay I got a bit distracted.”

Floyd sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry, but with the unparalleled length of his tongue, it looks incredibly odd. You barely manage to stifle a laugh, and Floyd beams as though he’s just won a prize.

“C’mon, Shrimpy!” Floyd cackles, darting forward and snatching you up into his arms, “Let’s go explore!”

You’re surprised when Jade follows the two of you down to the deeper levels of the shipwreck. You expected him to continue perusing the selection of silverware, but instead he clutches his terrarium in his arms and swims after you and his brothers. Floyd’s chattering away about how you aren’t going to believe what’s on the lower deck and how it’d shock your poor shrimpy heart to death if you were alone. He giggles and wraps himself around you, covering your eyes as he leads you into an open space.

“Look, Shrimpy.” Floyd murmurs right next to your ear, peeling his hands away from your face, “Look at all those weapons.”

Floyd’s not wrong, this would be a rather creepy sight if you were alone. There are two long rows of cannons, each one covered in seaweed and coated in a strange green film. The seaweed reaches out for you in the water, almost as if they’re composed of dead souls that yearn for vengeance. Jade swims out into the room and swats away the seaweed as it clings to his tail. Floyd leads you after his brother and giggles when you shy away from the plant, hating the way it feels against your skin.

“Shying away from a little seaweed, Shrimpy?” Floyd hisses, playfully swatting at the tendrils that reach out to you, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.”

You’re relieved when you reach the end of the hallway.

Jade carefully examines a wad of mud that bulges from the opening of a nearby cannon, sediments peeking out from the sludge. Floyd busies himself with darting up and down the aisle, laughing and flipping around in the water. You let him drag him with you, and slowly get used to the texture of the rough seaweed clinging to your legs. Floyd twirls you dramatically and dips you, proclaiming loudly that dancers always do this in those silly little human movies, taking the opportunity to snap at your ear again.

He seems amused when you still don’t flinch.

“Floyd, don’t tease them.” Jade calls, a devious grin on his face, “We wouldn’t want them getting cold feet now.”

“I dunno, Jade. I think their feet are already pretty cold.” Floyd giggles, poking the bottom of your foot with the edge of his tail, “Cold as ice.”

Your toes flex at the ticklish sensations. They certainly do like finding all your weak spots, don’t they?

“We should warm them up, don’t you think?” Jade quips, tilting his head innocently.

“Maybe we shouuuuuld.” Floyd hisses, running his claws down the length of your arm.

They must see how your face twitches because they laugh and close in on you. What teases they are, whispering things to you like that. Just when it seems like they’re going to give you one of their famous squeezes, they stop.

“C’mon, Shrimpy. Let’s get you back up to the surface.” Floyd snatches up your wrist and yanks you so hard you’re certain he almost popped your arm from its socket.

Jade grabs your other hand, much more gently, and curls his fingers through the gaps in yours. You let them pull you upwards, powerful tails cutting through the water and they propel you up and out of the structure. Azul is nowhere to be found, and you must look confused at his absence because Jade squeezes your hand. You turn to him and he offers you a calm smile.

“Don’t worry, Azul is back on land. He’s had his fill of being seen for today.”

He doesn’t want you to see him in that form more than you already have.

“That’s okay.” you murmur, “He’s done more than enough already. I’m proud of him.”

“I’m certain he’ll appreciate the understanding.” Jade smiles his closed-eyed smile and nods.

The trip back is full of the same coral reefs, the same tails twining between your legs and curling around your waist, the same laughter from Floyd and quips from Jade. There’s a bittersweet feeling that wells up in your chest as you reach the shoreline again, knowing you likely won’t be back here for quite a while. Despite the rumors that the students of NRC spun about the Leech brothers, they weren’t nearly as dastardly as they usually were. You wonder if it has something to do with the joy of exploring a ship, of being in their element, of being able to talk about things they like.

“If you two want to talk about the things you like, I’d be happy to listen.” you say.

The Leech brothers share a look, one that seems as though they’re communicating without words. They turn back to you and smile, Jade’s grin is far less toothy than Floyd’s but just as happy.

“Keep talking like that and we’ll have to drag you down into the depths and keep you to ourselves.” Jade murmurs, eyes flashing, “Won’t we, Floyd?”

“Ohhh, yeah.” Floyd giggles, “Jade’s right. Who knows what’ll happen, hmm?”

Nevermind.

You laugh and shake your head, to which Jade chuckles.

Your head bursts from the water and you stumble onto the warm sand, where you see Azul sitting in front of three treasure chests. His brow is furrowed as he hunches over the coins, sorting them by year. You decide to sit beside him as the Leech brothers continue to swim. At some point, you hear Floyd slam his entire body into the water, and shriek as Jade slams into the water and pushes an even bigger wave back at him.

“Did you have fun today?” you whisper to Azul.

“I did, yes. I haven’t gotten the chance to explore a shipwreck since enrolling in NRC.” he pushes his glasses up his nose, and they make a soft clicking noise, “I found many more coins for my collection. I’m pleased.”

“I’m glad.” you say, and you don’t say anything else because there’s no need.

You do, however, find yourself splashing back into the water when Floyd calls your name a little while later.

You’re glad you came.

[plutonianeris]

‧₊˚ pick a pile‧₊˚✩embracing your alter ego⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

this is a general reading & for entertainment purposes only, take what resonates and leave what doesn't. scroll through the images & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. 🖤

PILE ONE 彡

🕯️energy you need to embody/ reflect on: aries, leadership, willpower, ANGER, turning points, epiphanies, destiny, fate, pallas, creativity, wisdom, venus, pleasure, love, art, money, 4th house, foundations, traditions, home, family, roots. 🔐 **note: i got a lot of libra/aries energy from this reading. if you know your birth chart maybe look at the houses that are in aries and libra. or if you have any aries/ libra placements do some more research on them 👀

your alter ego is someone that refuses to go down a dead end. if they get the slightest hint that someone isnt respecting their boundaries or treating them/ providing them with less than what they deserve they LEAVE. in order to embrace your alter ego you have to accept that you are in a state of metamorphosis 🦋 and push through to that next stage. rip that bandaid off and stop sitting there “crying over spilled milk” & your alter ego isnt having none of that. theyre the type to not let anyone seem them cry or sad (espeically the people that hurt them) and theyll if anything, dress up and fix their hair and strut like nothing happened. “I will always win in the end”

the person you are now isnt the same as who you were a couple months or even a year ago. you could have been a BIG people pleaser or scared of disappointing the people you love. the difference is now you are more sure of what you want and now your boundaries have become less shaky.

once you realize how fucking good it feels to love yourself your alter ego will bloom and you will take more risks and do all those things u were to afraid to do before. your alter ego reminds me of beyonces “sasha fierce” alter ego lol bc you will snap into it soon and it will help u get over that “stage fright”

i just heard“if you needed more time why didnt you make it?” your alter ego is someone who is bold, a risk taker, the first person to ask that question (and then break that rule), to wear the strange outfit. the first one to lean in for the kiss. your alter ego is an innovator, creative to no end (don’t worry if you aren’t inspired right now, you are the inspiration thats why you cant find it). its you. you are the muse, the canvas and the artist. your alter ego has harmonious relationships because they are very attractive, balanced, fair, fiery.

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ TIP JAR 🧸 ♡♱𓆪

PILE TWO 彡

🕯️energy you need to embody/ reflect on: compassion, dreams, confrontotation, disharmony, pleasure, love, trauma, wounds, health, routine, pets. note: i got a lot of pisces, scorpio/ pluto/ 10th house, and virgo energy from this reading. if you know your birth chart maybe look at the houses that are in these signs. or if you have any planets in these signs do some more research on them 👀

in order to embrace your alter ego you need to stop victimizing yourself, similar to pile one there is need to use past trauams as an excuse for staying the same in unhelful behaviors and self sabotaging habbits. you’re letting life happen to you and shrugging your shoulders saying “it what it is” or “I cant change the past” get UP! when you walk, walk with your head held up high. I heard “don’t let people step on you not even once or they’ll keep their foot there pressing against your neck, suffocating..” don’t be afraid to show teeth, whether its a smile or a snarl.

people have wronged you deeply, maybe in irreperable ways. thats okay if youre not the same person. i promise they didnt take anything from you. you are whole and complete on your own. what people are DEEPLY scared of is you realizing your power. I heard “what? did you think I was going to stay small and insecure forever?” people in your close relationships want you to be down bad when they are (misery loves company). in order to embrace your alter ego you need to take the wheel and take control.

your alter ego embodies boss ass energy. your alter ego is mysterious, intuitive, passionate, magnetic energy. the ultimate femme fatale. your alter ego doesn’t let any sly or snarky comment slide, doesn’t allow fake ass people in their circle (theres a vetting process to getting close to them), is deeply loyal and ambitious. your alter ego enters peoples lives and leaves them in awe and jealous and in love and also turned on lol. This is POWERFUL (and slighlty dangerous) energy but if you know how to balance well your alter ego can easily climb the ranks in whatever endeavor its interested in. your alter ego loves to be in control. they’re the ones who dress in all black or sexy clothing. they love to work out as well. they secretly love the pain and soreness later. 🔥

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ TIP JAR 🧸 ♡♱𓆪

PILE THREE 彡

🕯️energy you need to embody/ reflect on: conflict, tension, your calling, discomfort, challenge, destiny, appearance, physical body, character, first house, ninth house, long distance travel, morals, teachers, beliefs. note: i got a lot of pisces, sagittarius/ jupiter, gemini/ mercury energy from this reading. if you know your birth chart maybe look at the houses that are in these signs. or if you have any planets in these signs do some more research on them 👀

in order to embrace your alter ego you need to really work on your forms of communication (this pile gives off blocked throat chakra energy or some kind of harsh influence in your surrounding area that makes you feel like you to watch how you speak to the point where you dont speak up at all). you could have saturn in third house, squares/ oppositions to your mercury, or Capricorn or aquarius in your third house. the point is though, it has felt like when youre in groups theres so much conflict that youve spent so much time alone, that you believe you have to stay alone forever now.

youll find the people that will become like family to you but they will be of other backgrounds, religions, status, ethnicities or even in different states (possiblly entirely different countries). it makes sense considering your alter ego is philosophical, adventurous, flirty, fiesty, and very very very beautiful with a big smile and nice hips. a sight to behold to the eyes of the public. i heard “they talk shit about me to make themselves feel better” your alter ego is a heart breaker, people fall fast for there intoxicating personality and their big dreams. but in the blink of an eye theyre off to the next person or dream or adventure. i heard “ill mourn my losses on the way but im not gonna stop”

hey if you been thinking about booking that flight then maybe do it. or if you’re thinking about or make that vision board or buying those books on that occult topic you’ve bern interested in. your alter ego is determined, they wanna see the world and drink up all its beauty, delicacies, sights, rainbows, books, temples, slow and then fast kisses in the middle of sweaty and neon night clubs. they wanna feel it all. i just heard “im going to free my mind. just wanna remember all the good things” 💗

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ TIP JAR 🧸 ♡♱𓆪

PILE FOUR 彡

🕯️energy you need to embody/ reflect on: responsibilities, routines, self-worth, savings, sticking to your budget, investing, new moon energy (making wishes), shadow side, marriage, secret enemies, love, health, false notions of purity. note: i got a lot of pisces, libra/venus/ 7th house, virgo/ 6th house energy from this reading. if you know your birth chart maybe look at the houses that are in these signs. or if you have any planets in these signs do some more research on them 👀

pile four, I see you giving and giving and giving to others. whether it’s letting people borrow money or listening to them endlessly vent or being there for people that necessarily aren’t always there for you. I see you putting other people first and not necessarily the people please in the way pile one does. Because pile one does it but secretly doesn’t wanna do it. But you do it and think you have to do it and feel like it’s your responsibility to make sure that other people are okay. i just heard “im your hero, you see me as your angel” is there someone deeply depending on you right now? im sorry but they’re not your child. nurture yourself and your inner world. give yourself more credit now..

oopp, the song i was playing just said “i could use a vacation but i gotta take care of my family,… im so damn tired from working overtime” PLEASE😭 this pile is so sweet/ wholesoom🥺🥺🥺🥺 its really calling on you to be selfish. and unapologetically so. you don’t have to share everything. your feelings, your hobbies, your resources or time or money. your alter ego slams the door shut IN THE FACE OF ENERGY VAMPIRES.

your alter ego reminds me of a mermaid or something. just very MYSTICAL and elegant energy. your alter ego is well loved and seen as very wise but they stand tall like a queen/ king. people want to worship your alter ego. i heard “you have beautiful eyes” a lot of people cherish their advice and could do well in doing spiritual readings as well. your alter ego is kind but not nice. they see right through superficial bullshit. They dont care if they have to force you to behave, you will not take from them without asking. I just heard “I respect your opinion, but please don’t force it on me. accept we see things differently.”

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ TIP JAR 🧸 ♡♱𓆪

© plutonianeris 🕷

[vvh0adie]

watching my friends leave tumblr is really sad

you literally can't win

at this point the writer's strike should just be a cultural movement

like ppl are writing for FREE and you're complaining about turn out rate and shit

we have lives and some of us (HELL ALL OF US) have some form of mental illness, so we can't be fucking cogs all day and churn out fics.

writing is suppose to be therapeutic and writers want to share that with you to ease the tension of this hellscape we live in

but some of these readers and even fellow writers are taking it too far with the bullying

like its mean and nasty. you don't know what someone is going thru.

instead of asking for updates how about check and see if your writer is mentally stable to do so. that right there is a booster, to have someone say "are you okay?"

and then the whole accusations of favoring a certain member/character. if that person is my muse or safe space then of course imma write for them. most solo writers i see don't even talk bad about other people. its a SOLO account. think of it as a shrine blog of writing if that helps. they're not there to trash, just share their writing for other's who might also share the same muse.

then you have readers who can't separate fiction from reality. just because someone writes a character with irl people faceclaimed onto them doesnt mean they actually think that person would be or do those things irl. i'll be the first to say that i only gave my characters bts faces cuz thats who im attracted to and they're who i imagine would be casted to play my characters.

then IN THE YEAR OF 2023 we still have ppl making fun of their peers writing and also THE FACT THAT ENGLISH MIGHT NOT BE THEIR FIRST LANGUAGE? that's nasty asf. majority of us dont even speak 'proper' english as our first language no way. you only shooting yourself in the foot. don't act like you dont have beta readers... like what are yall on?

and anybody who gets on THAT BLOG behind anon is an opp. not just to the writing community but in how you interact with the world all together. yall don't know how to talk to people anymore? it may have started as a place for critique and accountability but no one is bringing receipts or critical thinking anymore. its mainly for drama and not rehabilitation. yall serious scare me in how we'd see the reality of social change applied to the real world. like i'd be more scared to let yall around the prisoners with minor offenses cuz yall act like its the end of the world and that change cant happen. yall give nobody room to change ignorant stances but ignore the real egregious shit because you honestly dont have the bandwidth to take on actual fascist views.

also the plagiarism has got to stop too. if you need writing resources just ask. but practice makes perfect. so you're gonna have to write yourself. you may not like your writers voice but you will feel shitty in the long run when you don't feel like its you putting those words on the paper. it literally just prolongs your inferiority. make something you're proud of and don't hurt your fellow writers. we went thru the process just like you. we earned it. and most of us aren't gatekeepers, we will help you.

like its really tuff being on here sometimes. cuz if you not being hounded by readers its your own community praying on your down fall.

we have to do better.

[doumadono]

Emergency request!!. Hi hope im doing this right but i would love some comforting douma if thats possible i dont really have presice ideas. Lately im feeling like i dont enjoy anything anymore even the things i love. There are so many changes with the people that surrounds me and i dont feel mattered or that i belong anymore or that people care. Im used/like to be alone but sometime its just painful idk why. Anyway i had to get these out thank you for indulging in my request and have a good day/night

Origami - Douma x gn!Reader

Synopsis: seeing his partner's sadness, Douma makes a swift decision to lift their spirits A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're feeling this way, dear Nonnie. Remember though that it's completely okay to have moments of doubt and uncertainty, especially when facing changes of any kind. Remember, your feelings are valid, and you are never alone in this. You do matter, and there are people who care about you deeply. If you ever need someone to talk to or just a listening ear, I'm here for you

MASTERLIST

In the tranquil garden of Douma's temple, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of sakuras trees. Amidst the fragrant blooms and lush greenery, Douma's keen eyes caught a glimpse of his significant other, sitting huddled with their knees drawn up, tears glistening on their cheeks in a dim light cast by the moon. Concern etched his features as he approached. "Hey," he murmured softly, his voice a calming melody that seemed to dissipate the heaviness in the air. He lowered himself beside them, his movements deliberate yet unhurried. "Mind if I join you?"

They glanced up, their eyes weary but warm at the sight of him. "Of course, Douma-sama," they replied, their voice carrying a hint of vulnerability that tugged at his heart.

Resting beside them, Douma let the silence linger, understanding the need for a moment of solace. The gentle sounds of nature enveloped them, creating a cocoon of comfort that allowed their thoughts to unravel at their own pace. He watched as they wiped away their tears, their emotions painted across their features.

"You seem… distant," he ventured, his tone gentle yet inquisitive. "Is there something on your mind?"

Their gaze dropped to their hands, fingers fidgeting slightly as they struggled to put their feelings into words. "Lately, everything just feels… different," they admitted, their voice soft as if sharing a long-held secret. "Even the things I used to enjoy, they don't bring me the same happiness anymore."

Douma nodded understandingly, his rainbow coloured eyes filled with a mix of empathy and concern. "Change can be unsettling, especially when it feels like it's altering the things we hold dear," he mused, his words a soothing balm that seemed to resonate with their own feelings. "Trust me, I know this feeling damn too well."

A fleeting silence passed between them, each lost in their thoughts, until Douma gently reached out to take their hand in his. The touch was grounding, a tangible reminder that they were not alone in their struggles. "You know, it's okay to feel this way," he reassured them, his thumb brushing lightly over their knuckles. "Your emotions are valid, and I'm here for you, no matter what."

Their lips curled into a faint smile, gratitude shining in their eyes. "I know you are, Douma. It's just… sometimes it's hard to believe that I matter, that I belong."

His grip on their hand tightened ever so slightly, his gaze unwavering as he met their gaze. "You matter more than you realize," he said earnestly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated deep within them. "To me, to the people who care about you, and even to the world surrounding you." With a tender gesture, he brushed a strand of hair from their face, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "You belong right here, in this moment," he assured, his words a promise that hung in the air like a whispered prayer.

They leaned into his touch, their heartache beginning to ebb away, replaced by a sense of comfort they hadn't felt in a while. In that tranquil garden, amidst the blossoming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves, Douma's embrace felt like a sanctuary, a reminder that even amidst change and uncertainty, their significance remained unwavering.

As the tears dried on their cheeks, they found solace in the quiet moments shared with Douma, their bond growing stronger with each word spoken and each touch exchanged.

"You know," Douma began suddenly, his tone gentle yet filled with a hint of mischief, "I've noticed that when the human mind is preoccupied with something engaging, it tends to forget about the troubles that weigh it down."

Curiosity flickered in his partner's eyes, a faint spark of intrigue amidst the cloud of their emotions. "What do you have in mind?" they asked, their voice lingering with curiosity.

Douma's lips curled into a subtle smirk, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. "How about we try our hand at origami?" he suggested. "It's a calming activity that requires focus and creativity. Plus, the sense of accomplishment when you create something beautiful with your own hands can be quite uplifting. I have always wanted to try it out but ever since I'm a demon, I tend to be occupied with more ghoulish stuff," he joked.

"Origami, huh?" they mused, a hint of interest coloring their words. "I've never really tried it before too."

Douma chuckled softly, his smile genuine and encouraging. "Perfect. Then it's a new experience waiting for both of us," he replied. "Come, let's sit down and give it a shot!"

[lemmetreatya]

Jotaro x reader request ???? I AM HERE so if thats okay can i ask them going at the amusement park ? Doing haunted house and reader grabbing Jotaro's arm and he literally dont know how to react. Doing amusement attraction ect.. ^^

HEY FREN! Totally I can do this for you 🫶🏾

Fear is for the (Supposed) Weak! — Jotaro x Reader

Haunted houses weren’t really Jotaro’s thing and he’s unsure why it was yours.

He thinks if you want a bit of a shock then there’s scarier things reality will more than gladly offer to you — like taxes! Or responsibility, or even an unplanned positive pregnancy test — but he guesses you’ll suffice with haunted houses.

“These floor boards are so creaky.” You wobble out, your alert on high and posture stiff.

Jotaro on the other hand only walks casually besides you with his more than normal stoic demeanour.

“Well, yeah. It is more an abandoned house than a haunted one— Watch your step.”

Stopping dead in your tracks with a gasp, you look down at the broken floor board that was ripped right through with rot. A step further and you would have definitely snagged your ankle.

“I didn’t see that...”

The man looks down to your feet with a sigh before slightly pushing you out of it’s way, seeing as you still stood there in shock.

“It’s always the people not built for this typa stuff that want to do these things the most.” He grumbles.

As the both of you continued to walk, you softly snort at Jotaro’s hourly pessimism rant.

“You don’t have to be built for haunted houses to enjoy them! I think that’s the beauty of it.”

“Then beauty is definitely within the eyes of the beholder because these things are more safety hazards than just a bunch of fun.”

With a light grin, you nudge the man besides you with your elbow.

“Come on, JoJo! Lighten up a bit.”

He could honestly say a lot more but Jotaro wasn’t being paid to change your opinion or prove you right. Either way, he believes he didn’t care enough to push it further.

“Gimme a break.” He sighs.

Just then, a flash of silver crossed in front the both of you as a large poll was released from the ceiling and hung dangerously in front of your faces.

With a scream, you jump as you grab onto Jotaro’s arm for support.

Jotaro felt shocked himself seeing as he didn’t expect the surprise but he was more shocked that you had grabbed onto his arm.

Not knowing what to do, he didn’t say anything about your subconscious efforts of protection but he lightly tugged you along to keep going.

“Don’t mind it.” He says calmly. “Let’s just keep going.”

“But Jojo, that was so scary!” You say out-of-breath, one of your hands coming to lay lightly above your heart.

“Still, let’s keep going.”

With an upset pout, you look up at the larger man.

“How do you disregard something so scary so easily?!” You say, with your hand still wrapped around his biceps.

“Mrgh.”

The black haired man shrugged his shoulders although he felt bad that you viewed him as fearless. He too was caught off guard.

Sighing, you lean into the man more, your body pressing against his.

“Good thing I’ve got you to protect me then.” You lightly muse.

Jotaro is so thankful the haunted house had shitty lighting because he’s pretty sure his cheeks and ears were burning red right now.

[laprimera]

alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

[theroadtosomewhere]

Writer Interview Game!

Tagged by @azapofinspiration yippeeeeeeee

When did you start writing?

Mmmmm.... first story I wrote properly was in 2014, little primary school lad who got marked well on a story in class and it ended up on a lil notice board which little me was like oH. It was a 10 year old's excuse for a horror story but it does make me laugh to think that I went from that to wattpad within months, back when it wasnt behind a paywall. My first original was on wattpad in maybe 2016 and after that I was really into LoZ and BBC Sherlock so there was some fanfics there. My longest (unfinished) original story was built off a plot that I created for a LoZ fanfic and I was still very active in writing it up until three years ago, so there was a solid 6-7 years spent with that lol.

End of 2022 I started reading abt skk on ao3 without ever having watched the show (shoutout athena and moxie p sure i read some of yours first lmfao every skker ever) and started writing my first few skk fics without ever having watched the show OR read the manga. Before that though the thing that got me onto writing for/on ao3 was Narumitsu!!! my babes one day i will finish that first fic (blackmadhi yesssssssss if you wanna see my cringe from pre bsd thats it lol).

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

god..... too many..... its been a long time since ive sat down to read properly, and even during school i would not have considered myself a book nerd by any means (mostly because i was juggling time between school and extra-curriculars.)

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

When I was in highschool, my writing style (based on the original mentioned above) was compared to Marcus Zusac before I'd even read a book of his. That was pretty nice. Same with Neil Gaiman but that is too high praise for me to accept considering i now write either about gay lawyers or gay mafioso x ex-mafioso soooooooooooo. not sure any of that would come through in my writing these days.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Literally write wherever I can. In my room, at my desk, on the bus or train, during breaks at work and in class at uni (responsible i know). Wind, rain or shine, if i have an idea (or not even) i'll jot down an idea or vaguely edit something. The process is process-ing!!!!

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Hehehehehehehe......maladaptive daydreaming..........

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I LOVE THIS OKAY. SO. typical projection stuff incoming. I feel like most if not everyone has a highschool horror story and up until like a year or so ago i was like!!! it wasnt that bad!!!! (it was, emotionally at least). The aforementioned original story and its characters changed a LOT overtime lol. when I hit my last year of highschool, i'd had some time away from writing and when i read over it, it was crazy to see not only what my mental state had been through my writing, but to see my own coping mechanisms written between the lines before i even knew what they were/that i did them! Won't go into too much detail about that but I did experience dissociation and anxiety etc which I only began to address in my last year of school, so going back and reading it with a clearer head was like wow okay. that was real!

That being said! Hurt/comfort my beloved. The unloved being loved. Second chances. Do with that what you will.

What is your reason for writing?

Initially i started writing for fun, but during highschool as things got a little worse, i fell into the characters i created and i can look back now fondly and think...thank you. i still dont know if i want to touch the story because its one of the last things i have left from a time past that may not have been positive, but the experience of writing and developing the characters alongside myself back then is just sighs :') sometimes i miss that girl.

First for enjoyment, second as a way of staying sane, and now i'd say its a mixture of both. My writing is my love letter to whatever I'm writing about. I do love sharing too. Right audience and all that :)

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I've been told that I can write particular characters' inner voices quite well, which is always a compliment :')

I think my own strength as a writer is also the weakness, which is to say that a project is never finished. Even when there's something out there and up on the interwebs for people to see, there's a good chance that if you check back months later, something has been edited or changed. I do have issues with perfectionism at times, but weirdly enough its not a negative thing when i apply it to my writing. I enjoy the process of seeing the stories i write change.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Good most days. I experiment quite a bit with ideas and writing styles/formatting so I will leave it at that lol.

Tagging @calmlb and @samtheboyfailure if y'all want :)

[httpiastri]

some quick notes from your previous reply (i’m sorry i took so long ive been so busy recently but i finally have time now so):

firstly, i hope i never meet a handball player irl, ever. the fact that you just casually know people above 200cm?? i’m sorry but i’d actually feel like a pest around everyone 😓😓 (plus id get really jealous of heights) and id also be terrified to even stand near anyone close to 200 pls

and omg the fact that the guy who got you into coaching recently passed? i hope you’re doing okay 😓🙏 but if it helps— he may not have known how much he changed your life, but through coaching, you’re basically keeping his legacy alive, yeah? i think it matters, personally, that people are remembered and honoured and you’re kinda doing that through coaching, because you’re kinda solidifying (if that’s the right word for it) the fact that he existed, and he did enough good to change the lives of people for the better, and that his time here on earth wasn’t all in vain because he did good and he brought joy to people like you by leading you to being a coach and that his impact lives on even when he’s gone yk? it’s a form of closure, i think— to know that even if someone is gone now, there are pieces of them scattered behind in little things (in your case, in your daily life as a coach), and that not all is lost, just a little harder to find

also oops the fact that i called them girls even though they’re only a barely a few years younger than me 😭😭

and omg pepe would 100% make me feel comfortable meeting him at a race even if he might be stressed and no way you got to go to races at 8?? you had a chance to be one of those cute kids probably decked out in merch (if no merch was involved you probably got to scream happily at everything and good for you😭😭 because thats exactly how races should be experienced)

finding sponsors can’t be that hard… we could infiltrate the space in various ways im sure (my friend’s mum knows someone who works for Marlboro that gets invited to races bc the company was an EX-sponsor so anything’s possible)

on a rather unrelated note— pepe’s been acting very much like a muse for me recently… whatever that might mean… (might even be nothing honestly sometimes i don’t know what i mean either)

anyway! as always, i hope you have a lovely lovely friday, and weekend, and june (pepe’s month!), and that people are kind to you and that the sky looks beautiful and gorgeous all the time ❤️❤️

- 🪷💗

gosh dont apologize :( esp since you know im bad at answering….. its alright 🥺 just glad to hear from you 🥺🥺

shdjdhd it do be scary to meet really tall people!! when im around the men's team i work with sometimes, i almost get neck pains bcs staring up at them is so hard 😵‍💫 and i have this other job where i have to like sit by the court and do things for the match, and when players come over to talk to me and they literally tower over me???? insane 😶 but yes i too get jealous of heights, esp since in handball it's good for girls to be tall too so everyone around me is always tall asf? ive always been considered to be a tall person in school but at 175cm i am nowadays considered short in the team i currently play in 😐😐😐 so yes i feel u aaa (also several of the girls i coach are my height already and just. pls stop growing, you're scaring me. 🥲)

ALSO OMFG i almost forgot to answer this but i had a thought yesterday.... about my favorite volleyball player being 188cm and i thought "hm that's not very far off from pepe" so of course i have now started thinking about volleyball player!pepe 😶 idk if you enjoy volleyball aaaaaaa but i just thought about his height and his big ass hands that would make hitting the ball easier and just..........

thank you, im doing okay but it's still weird to imagine? because i haven't really had anyone close to me (or even semi-close) pass away so it's a very new experience, being in his neighborhood (very close to where i live) and thinking "oh what if i see him in the shop like that day-" before realizing... but god you put it in such a sweet way, im lowkey teary eyed :( i will continue to do my best to keep his legacy alive and honor him through my coaching!!! he created this thing that became so important to me and for that i will be forever thankful. but yes i agree, it means that he brought more meaning to my life and therefor also the girls i coach, and that's such a beautiful thing. it's life, i guess 😭 so hard but also so sweet...

skdjfhdjjf dont worry, i call them "children" to their faces very often even though some are even 16 😁 but to be fair ive known a lot of them since they were nine so to me they're still babies :(( also you being that young and still so smart is so cool and cute aaa

no because i have imagined meeting pepe MANY times and i really really think he would be so sweet about it. very happy that i recognize him and like "aw hey it's okay! no tears please" when i cry 😭 and i think he also would agree to do a silly pose with me for a photo aksjdhfjkdf 😭 i sadly didn't buy a lot of merch BUT (did i mention this already?? then i will be so insanely embarrassed....) we did get me a kimi lotus cap for obvious reasons 🥺 that i still have to this day actually !!! and ofc we took a pic of me next to the lotus truck 🤭 (also realizing now that i wasn't 8, i was 9 or 10 🤣 well well)

oh! then i think we can pretend to be your friend's mum's friend's kids? so we should also be invited?? or maybe we just need to get a job somewhere that has connections and can invite us..... to be fair my dad wrote to dino beganovic's manager or something about sponsoring him just for funsies (idk how u mean to sponsor someone just for fun tho 😶 he was like "what if i get my company's logo on his car and in return we get to come into the paddock once?..."), but then the manager responded with a full deal and stuff and my dad just got scared 😭 but we should keep looking, i'm sure we can find a good sponsor for us 🥰

aaaaa that's so sweet 🥺 i love that 🥺🥺🥺 if you feel like talking further about it, im all ears 🥰

aw dalring i hope you have an even lovelier lovely friday and week and month and year !!! and yes yes pepe's month, i think it will be very good to us all (esp him!!!!!!!) 🥰 i think that maybe the world listened to your ask because the sunset was so gorgeous tonight 🥺 so thank you for that <3<3

[llimerrence]

✌ : Fondest role-play memory, between muses?, ✿ : Fondest role-play memory, between muns?, ☿ : A trope you dislike?, ❅ : Advice to non-role play blogs that want to get started?

[ ask max ]

✌ : Fondest role-play memory, between muses?

Jack and Megara. The entire rp community at the time all being in on it, and like everyone talking to second party, who talks to a third party, and it eventually made it way back around to me. it was fun

✿ : Fondest role-play memory, between muns?

Either Me & Leif just randomly going "wait are they in love now?" and then us promptly getting alice and varian married. OR when Sal was joking about how roland couldn't fall in love & i jokingly was like lol caroline exists and now that's a thing.

just,,,,my friends and i making dumb jokes that turn into real things

☿ : A trope you dislike?

i really don't have any i dislike in rp? I dislike greeter threads 6/10 times but thats not really a trope?

❅ : Advice to non-role play blogs that want to get started?

look at other blogs for inspo. if you see someone with a theme you really like, look at the original maker of the theme. someone has an aesthetic you like, do things based off it (they do all stars? what if you try planets? They're all pink and animal themed? Okay, what if you do pink and dessert themed!). take ideas from others themes and aesthetics. i hope i dont need to say it but like don't steal things. inspo is not the same as stealing. no one owns an aesthetic but people own their own graphics. so taking the idea of 'space' is one thing, but taking someone's literal graphic is something else.

but like for example:

my pinned post is a mix of @pompedia and @plasticsouled 's ideas.

over half my muse list is because of someone @thcsevoices writes.

my fancy icons were inspired by @tournesolette ( dont use them much anymore but not the point)

my og doc was inspired by @plasticsouled's doc. it's changed since then, but still.

My muse tags? Yup, Sal once again.

My OOC tags? Leif inspo

my muse headers? pom.

So much inspo. you can probably find more if u stare at my blog and my friends blogs for too long lmao

anyway point is: my friends are some of my biggest inspos. look at your friends or blogs you really like, see how they do things, figure out how to incorporate the things that you like into a way that works for you.

[whispersbelongingbird]

Twenty ways to say I love you (16/20)

“Come on please!”

“Leo..  we already discussed this”

“You know you want one! Stop trying to hide it! We all know how much of a softie you are!”

Yuno’s eye twitched as Leopold formed a pout on his face for what felt like the hundredth time today. 

Leopold had asked Yuno to get a cat but the latter simply refused saying it would be too much of a hassle; of course Leo wasn’t going to let such a vague statement prevent him from keeping a kitten in their shared apartment so it was only natural all this would turn into an argument. 

“Come on! What’s wrong! I always see you petting random stray cats on the street!” Leopold complained pointing at Yuno accusingly. He took a step back and crossed his arms turning away from the taller of the two.

Yuno sighed and shook his head. “Having a cat is like having a child Leo”

“Then it can be our child!” Leopold exclaimed

as desperation filled voice.

Yuno went stiff as he stared at Leopold with wide eyes. A blush started to creep up his neck making its way along his cheeks and to the tip of his ears. “Idiot.. You can’t just say stuff like that” Yuno mumbled not looking at Leopold. 

Leopold only grumbled and rolled his eyes. “I guess you just dont love me anymore!” He looked at Yuno with glossy eyes and fluttering eyelashes. He formed a pout on his face and gave Yuno his most convincing puppy eyes.

Leo knew he was being unfair to Yuno. Then again, a guys got to do what a guys got to do! 

The red head smirked as he watched Yuno lose his composure. Victory was assured as he watched Yuno let out a sigh. 

“Fine, okay whatever. We can go tomorrow..” Yuno mused then followed it along with an eye roll. 

Leopold launched himself towards Yuno and went face first into Yuno’s chest while wrapping his arms around Yuno’s waist. “Thank you!” Leo practically squealed and Yuno scoffed but couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

The next day during the afternoon, Yuno had trusted Leo to pick up and cat to bring home while Yuno went to get everything they need for the feline. 

It was a quick process and less stressful than expected. Yuno had came home after three hours to find Leopold sitting down on the couch while a ginger cat was perched up on their coffee table.

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening. Leopold turned around and smiled. “Oh! You’re back!” he giggled as he got up from his seat and latched onto Yuno’s arm. “Isn’t she cute!” 

The red head beamed and looked up and Yuno who had his full attention on the cat. It was a ginger cat with dark yellow eyes. “Its like our daughter!” Leopold joked earning a choked noise from Yuno.

“S-sure. She’s cute.” Yuno sighed then smiled. Leopold had let go of his arm to go check out what Yuno had brought.

The cat jumped onto the floor and stared up at Yuno with a tilt to her head. She really was adorable.

The raven head knelt down as the cat approached him cautiously. 

Leopold looked up from from the bag he was busy rummaging through and was met with a sight that was made to melt all hearts.

Yuno, his cold and stotic boyfriend was smiling and laughing as the ginger cat nuzzled his cheek. 

Without another thought. Leopold reached out for his phone and quickly snapped a picture of the two.

“How cute! Yet here you were saying how you didn’t want one!” Leopold giggled and Yuno turned to him face flushed red from embarrassment.

He decided to ignore Leopolds statement. “So.. what are we naming it?” He asked trying to change the subject which worked as he saw Leo go into deep thought while staring up at the ceiling.

“Hm.. I hadn’t thought of that..” He mused. “What would you say?”

Yuno stood up with the cat in his arms. “Well how about Mino?” The cat let out a sound of content as if agreeing with Yuno. He smiled and scratched behind the cats ear.

“Thats cute!” Leopold smiled brightly as butterflies invaded his stomach because of the sight before him. It was truly adorable.

Little did he know that things were about to take quite the turn.

It had been a few weeks since Yuno and Leopold had adopted Mino. 

The first few days were filled with hug, kisses and smiles. Yuno and Mino looked so cute together. Well that was until that little menace started occupying a little too much of Yunos time for Leo’s liking.

It was cute seeing them both warm up to each other but the feline had been stopping a lot of ‘Yunoleo’(What Leopold likes to call it) time.

Currently, Leopold and Yuno were both cuddled up on the couch watching a movie together. Out of all honesty though, Leo wasn’t even paying attention to the movie. Savouring being in Yuno’s arms. He held onto Yuno’s hand and squeezed it, earning a chuckle from him.

Sadly, good things never last. Mino sprung up from behind the couch and planted herself into Yuno’s lap. Yuno grunted but let go of Leopold’s hand to scratch under her chin.

The cat purred in delight and nuzzled Yuno’s hand.

“Little gremlin” Leopold mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Did you say something?” Yuno raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nope. Nothing at all!” Leopold exclaimed.

Yuno looked Leopold up and down before sighing then rolled his eyes and pulled on Leopold’s braid making Leo yelp out in surprise and pain. 

“Ow! What was that for?!” Leo complained sticking his tongue out at Yuno and lightly hitting his arms. Yuno chuckled and kissed the hand Leopold used to hit him.

“Jealous of a cat? Leo, could you be anymore stupid” Yuno ruffled his boyfriends hair and Leopold pulled back with a frown.

“I’m not jealous!” He argued back and moved his bangs away from his eyes to look at Yuno properly. “Stop inflating your ego.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say love”. The younger turned his attention back to the cat and went face to face with her. They were smiling and giggling together. Leo had turned his head away but he can hear the cats purrs  and Yuno’s soft, delicate laugh that he would do almost anything to hear.

Leopold scoffed and moved to hold Yuno’s wrist.

“I hate you”

“Love you too”

[strykingback]

RESCUE MISSION EVENT- ATTACKING THE ARES

Note- This is just a drabble that takes place during Phase Two of the Rescue Mission. Anyone participating may feel free to have their muses react to whats happening through dash commentary, but cannot reply.

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OST: Arrival of Rescue

"Corvette Runners one, two and three. You guys are cleared to land over." Ace would say over the comms. "Copy that, Liberation. Thanks for the escort." the lead Corvette runner would say with all three rescue ships landing on the snowy land of Balders Island along with the Liberation.

"Eros. Just made it back with the Corvette Runners how about you guys?"

"We're just entering the base now. Thankfully it seems that all seems quiet on our end. Looks like the enemy must've retreated deeper into the base. Outside things look okay I would say keep watch for-. Wait hold on, something is entering Balders Islands airspace..?" Eros said.

"Well... it seems that the Atlesian Military has decided to get themselves involved.... this time with their pride and joy of an airship. Putting it on screen now for you Ace." Guangxian would say over the comms with one of the outer cameras revealing the ship.

"Thats the Ares. Atlas' pride and fucking joy of an dreadnaught class airship right there..... and if that is there then. FUCK ME! An enemy must've sent Atlas a serious distress signal! Guangxian what weapons onboard the Ares am I dealing with?"

"Lots of railgun cannons, machine guns, missiles, and plenty more.... the only thing I can say to prevent any further damage and this one I would say is very serious coming from me. Only disable the weapons.... and dont destroy the whole ship. If that thing goes down then Atlas is going to lose the one warship that could easily repel a MASSIVE grimm horde." Guangxian said.

"Well you heard the man, Ace! Thats your new orders. Get it done mate. Out." Eros would say ending the communications with Ace, while the pilot looked ahead of what was to come......

"Glad I did record that final message video for you ma and sis....." Ace said smirking a bit, gripping the controls of the Liberation tightly. "Come on old friend...." he said with the mechs eyes flashing a bright green.

"LETS SHOW THESE ATLESIANS WHY THE LIBERATION WAS FEARED BACK IN THE DAY!!!!!"

Ace would shout, moving the Liberation to take to the skies and launch itself out into the air, the sky being the only limit. While his mind focused on what was to come....for the Atlesians they were unaware of what was heading their way.

OST: Liberated Pride.

Aboard the Ares the admiral looked at the sky ahead upon the bridge. "Sir, we should be nearing Balders Island soon....dont you think its weird for the Solitas Liberation PMC to be sending a distress signal about a massive Grimm Horde attacking them?" A captain asked the admiral while he turned around.

"Captain, there is nothing to fear. After all if it is a massive Grimm Horde then that is what the Ares is for. Plus should the time come it was built for such a thing to handle anyways." The Admiral responded, until a light beeping noise was heard.

"Sir! We have an enemy inbound... and its just one!?!" An operator of the bridge said.

"Put it on the screen now!!!" The Admiral barked quickly, with the operator putting the "enemy" on screen showing the Liberation flying directly at the Ares. "What?! Thats the Liberation!?! What would Brumel's own war machine be present here!?!" The admiral said listening to everyones shock and horror about the mech that left Atlas embarassed.

"Everyone cannons up! If anything its just a mere specter and after all.... things have changed and Atlas has advanced..... just like Brumel.....and if it is an enemy...... we shall shoot it down. Atlas Endures!!!!" The Admiral said with everyone rushing to their positions on the cannons ready for the fight that was to come.

"Vanguard at the ready! Backlines be sure to check our six in case of any enemy bogeys!" The captain of the Ares spoke while the Admiral looked ahead.

"Alright, Liberation.... lets put on a show!!!!" He said moving the mech towards the approaching vanguard of Atlesian ships. Which he activated the twenty millimeter cannons aiming at the weapons and nothing else beginning to fire at them while air dashing left and right to avoid any enemy lasers and gun fire which would become disabled. As the first three airships were disabled.

"Sir! We lost all our weapons!!! Damn that thing is fast.... just what did Brumel upgrade this thing with!?!" A captain of the vanguard force said with shock with the admirals eyebrow furrowing because of it.

"Vanguard fall back! Everyone get those weapons ready and be prepared to knock that thing out of the air. Also if it does manage to knock out our weapons... lets let the Hero of Atlas take care of it...." he spoke crossing his arms.

Finally back with the Liberation, the mech would fire out another shot from its cannons striking the last of the weapons of the vanguard before flying towards the Ares. In which in response many many lasers, railgun cannons and missiles were being shot at the mech to try and knock it down. Some hits were grazes, and others were near hits..... for Ace he knew full-well that if one of those things managed to get to him.... it would be game over....

"Come on! At least try and give me a damn challenge!!!" Ace would say moving the Liberation across the fight, pulling the controls down to fly the mech into the air while his teeth gritted.... trying to not let it get hit by any rail guns or grazes. With Ace pressing a few buttons quickly to change the cannons into missile launchers on the Liberations wrists.

Immediately Ace's semblance kicked in finding three weakspots..... as he had to fly the Liberation... INSIDE THE ARES. "Fuck.... of all places. I just need to disable those weapons and then everyone can be safe." Ace said to himself, but a little smirk came onto his face. However, how can one say he is ready to die without knowing that he is. Which he would fly the mech towards one of those weak points on the side while still being trailed by enemy fire until flying towards a door which Ace aimed both missiles at blowing it open and flying right in carefully.

"Sir!! The enemy has entered the drive block!!!!" An operator shouted.

"What!?! Activate the internal defenses! We cannot let that demon of hell destroy the drive block!!" The Admiral said with the automated defense systems inside the dreadnaughts driveblock firing at the Liberation, with the mech firing back at the defenses just to get to one of the weapon drives....

and lo and behold. One of the weapon drives were insight as Ace pressed the trigger on the joystick firing a missile at it, rendering the first weapon drive silent.

"Sir! we lost the starboard weapon drive!!!!"

"Impossible!!! And the internal defenses in the drive block!?!"

"Weakening sir! The Liberation is tearing us apart from the inside!!!!"

"S-Such a beast..... theres no choice. To kill a beast we need one of equal strength! Tell Colonel Cordovin to get the Prometheus ready to mobilize! We need her out there now!!!" The Admiral shouted immediately commanding to get Cordovin out there.

Next another two Weapon Drives were destroyed with Ace on the inside smiling as if he was enjoying this. Almost like he found the perfect piece ever.... even if it has a lot of strength on the inside there is always a weakness on the inside. "Stern and Portside weapon drives have been destroyed!!! We'll be sitting ducks if he goes after the bow weapon drive" An operator said.

"There is no reason to fear. I shall deal with the threat myself... do tell me the vermins location. I know the pilot all too well..." Cordovin said on the operators comms.

"He's... headed back outside just a few minutes away from you Colonel...."

"Good because rats like him.... deserve nothing more but punishment!!!!" Cordovin would say launching the Prometheus out from its hangar and towards Ace which the mech would boost from the tunnel and towards the outside sliding to a halt ready to blast off.

"Good... all I now need to do is get back on ground. Even with the Bow Weapons still active they would not want to risk wanting to just launch any missiles at the Corvette Runners. But inside...the defenses were quite nothing. Lets get on out of here and get back." Ace said moving the Liberation as the engines were about to launch out until a laser swipe came out of the blue forcing Ace to pull the Liberation back.

"What the fu-!?!"

"Captain Ace Hughes, You are not such a villain that I thought you would be.... nay. You are no more than a mutt to me!" Cordovin would say with the Prometheus landing her mech on the ground as it seemingly "glared" at it's opponent.

"No, even further you are beneath me. just nothing more but vermin!" She would say with the visor coming down upon the Prometheus' "face" as she launched it at the Liberation.

"FUCK YOU CORDOVIN!!!!!" Ace would roar in return as the Liberation launched itself at the Prometheus with both mechs swinging a punch at eachother as the force caused both mechs to launch backwards and onto the ground with both shooting at eachother causing significant damage to each other as Ace immediately moved the Liberations left arm more forward for the interchangeable cannon to change from its missile mode to its 20 mm cannon mode. Firing a shot at the Prometheus which Cordovin attempted to fly out of the way but was struck by it staggering the mech.

In which... as she hit her head against the console a slight trick of blood was coming down from her forehead. "What... no no... this is merely nothing to me!!!" She said, looking at her mechs camera visual to see the Liberation rushing in with Ace roaring from the speakers. "Out of my sight vermin!!!!" She said using her laser swiper to swing the Prometheus laser weapon in front of her as the effect took place causing the Liberation to lose its left arm and even staggering the once powerful Brumelian weapon.

"Fuck..... me...." Ace said with his helmet being cracked and if it was not for him putting the left arm of the Liberation up in time... the core/cockpit would have been badly damaged and he himself being wounded as well..... still he did do his best to minimize the damage....

"So thats what you are huh!?! Some shit pilot who is just a relic of the past?!?! I bet you didnt even find a purpose to live yet haven't you?! Not happy with that position you were given despite all that boasting about wanting to be a general!?!?!" Ace shouted which for Cordovin she gritted her teeth at that insult.... being reminded of that damnable ceremony and how her pride soared.... but she had to kill to get to where she wanted to be...only to be shafted at the last second....

"You... dare! insult me for that you- Ack!!!!" She would shout feeling the force of the interchangeable mace striking the Prometheus which she attempted to counter it with a laser swipe but failed as the arm holding it was cut off from the extreme blunt force. With Ace moving the Liberation to charge in.....

"SAY GOODNIGHT! YOU RELIC OF THE PAST!!!!!!!"

Ace would roar out.... but finally Cordovin could only remember her training being made fun of for her size, being shafted by the military she loved oh so-dearly, and that fool of a father... which on the back of the Pometheus something opened up as it flowed and hummed with energy. No... that was something else....which when Ace noticed it at the last second.... that was the power generator on the Prometheus..... was flowing with one thing....

Fusion Energy...

"OUT OF MY WAY VERMIN!!!!!"

Cordovin shouted with the assault pulse being released causing massive damage to both the Liberation and the Prometheus but also to both pilots inside their mechs... as inside both were showing signs of exhaustion.

Inside the Prometheus, Cordovins right eye was bloodshot, her body already being stabbed by some debris from both the Liberation and the Prometheus.... while blood rolled down her eye and head even more than ever....

Within the Liberation Ace's helmet was fully broken shards of glass pierced his skin and thankfully none hitting his eyes as he was stabbed by some debris and such with hints of light coming through from outside showing that the cockpit was damaged.

Finally both sides felt a hint of sweat hit the floors of their cockpits, with Cordovin being the first to make a move.

"FIRST IT WAS MY OWN FATHER WHO COULD NOT SEE THE POTENTIAL WITHIN ME WHICH I GLADLY PUT IN A FALSE REPORT AND WATCHED HIM DIE , THEN IT WAS THAT SAME MACHINE YOU PILOT THAT HAUNTS MY VERY DREAMS TO THIS DAY! THEN THOSE FOOLS AT COMMAND NOT SEEING MY VERY STRENGTH!!! I WILL CRUSH YOU ALL UNDERFOOT!!!!" Cordovin roared shooting some missiles at the Liberation as she took a deep breath..

"I AM ATLAS!!!!!!!!"

Cordovin would scream at the top of her lungs with everyone on board the bridge being shocked what they had just heard from her..... how hard she worked fro them.... and how she could easily steal the fire from someone and claim it as their own.

Which Ace moved the Liberation out of the way while he panted coughing up some blood. "Oi Liberation... give me everything right.... All of it.. I want to see our friends again and live...." He said gripping it tightly... while Cordovin was left astounded to hear Ace speaking to his own mech. Which she would smirk knowing he was about to die...

but inside the Liberations cockpit Ace hit a red button that said.

THE HELLHOUND OF LIBERATION...

The mechs eyes would change from its greenish color to a deep red... flashing at Cordovin, causing her to visibly flinch at the sight with her panting becoming uneven.... and her hands trembling...

"LETS END THIS, LIBERATION!!!!!!" Ace roared out with the whirring of both fusion reactors inside reaching its limits as Ace was being exposed to the radioactive particles...as the Liberation would get in a battle ready position releasing a howl that sounded like a beast.

That alone made Cordovin remember why she feared that mech and how it needed to be slaughtered here... which finally... both mechs moved at the same time.. with the Prometheus throwing away its weapon and grabbing the laser swipe weapon... and with the Liberations remaining arm opening up something as its hand would sink back....

"URRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Both roared in unison as with the Laser swipe being released once the distance was closed Ace would move the Liberation out of the way despite the damage to the face and cockpit the Fusion Lance would launch and make contact with a furious explosion sending Cordovins mech flying back as she coughed up blood ..... "NO! NO! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I CANT LOSE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAGHHHH!!!!" she would say with the core exploding..... as Cordovin was rendered silent.....

Ace would immediately do a vital scan as thankfully...... the core systems of the Prometheus acted quickly to ensure the safety of the pilot.... by injecting her with some nanites to help stabilize her... courtesy of Brumel. He would finally pant as he pressed the button deactivating the Hellhound of Liberation mode before coughing and vomiting for a bit.. a side effect of being exposed to the Democritus Particles.. even if it was for a moment.....

"Lets... get out of here...." He would say flying the Liberation out of the area and past the now damaged Ares and its Vanguard despite not killing anyone. "Admiral.. the Liberation is retreating should we-"

"No. Send out a medical crew to receive our traitor..... and a report to General Ironwood. Turn the ship around we are returning to Atlas." He said..

Back with Ace he looked out at the sky.... with the Liberation slowly making its descent to the Island where the Corvette runners were....."Aaaah.... I wonder... if mom and sis... are cooking..." He said to himself fainting as the Liberation landed... before falling to the floor its eyes flashing down while medical crews worked to get Ace out of there.....

[thelemicrp]

Hello! I go by Jair or Cassius, I've been into roleplaying for quite a while now, around 7 years or so with the occasional break :) But, this is my first time ever delving into the tumblr roleplaying community! So I'll most likely get things wrong, when that happens please let me know! I've tried to do some research but I couldnt understand most of it.. ^^`

This isnt a single muse blog or a 'hq' blog, just a place for me to post roleplay starters with whatever muse I'd like in a single place! You can contact me through here, via dms or discord! .loverbxy feel free to give me a dm to discuss a plot for a more long term thing! ♡

: MUSES . !

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I’ll mostly be roleplaying as oc’s since I’m more confident in getting them right then any canon character (though, thats quite obvious considering I made them lol). Though, that doesnt mean I will never roleplay as a canon character. I’m happy for any type of character to interact, if I have any questions about them I’ll try and reach out via dms, but if you’d give me details beforehand that’d be even better!

Little warning, my oc’s and starters/plots may feature disturbing or triggering subjects, such as religious themes, traumatic events and body horror etc.

Links to information for my muses!

MONGKUT AKMAL - link to be added

PARISA BATYA - link to be added

TAMAN ASTRIA - link to be added

SANJI VINSMOKE - link

: RULES . !

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1. 🌿︰Please don’t directly control my muse ₊˚✿

From what I read, godmodding is where you control more of the environment or situation, I’m alright with that but controlling the actions or thoughts of my muse is off limits. I care deeply about my muses and it irks me when someone misrepresents their character, since I put a bit of myself into most of my ocs.

2. 🥛︰No op muses₊˚✿

First off, I’m completely ok with characters that have op powers for more comedic purposes, it’s a bit hard to explain but a example of what I mean is like Saiki K or Mob, even then they must have some sort of drawback, may that be a physical one, mental or social one.

3. 🐚︰Don’t drastically change any established relationships ₊˚✿

This is more for canon muses with other canon muses, for example since Sanji is a muse of mine, roleplaying with a Zoro, I’d find it extremely weird for them to suddenly be very affectionate or buddy buddy if that makes sense. While yes, they respect each other and are nakama, that just isn’t their relationship, its complex. For ocs, unless stated they know each other in some way, they’d likely start off as strangers so they shouldn’t be close right off the bat.

4. ☁︰Give me something to work with! ₊˚✿

I’m ay-okay with short sentences/replies, I completely understand that sometimes it’s hard to get out a response but please please give me something I can build upon, it stumps me when that happens and can even at times make me very disinterested in continuing the roleplay.

5. 🌻︰Tell me when you need to leave ₊˚✿

I’ve had too many roleplay partners dip without a word, it normally always ends with me giving up after 2 check up messages and deleting the dm, I understand life can get hectic and flip onto its head, I’d just really appreciate a heads up.

[smolcuriouskitten]

Rules & Navigation Tags below the cut!

1. My blog is semi selective as of 2022. I will not follow back each time I receive a new follower. On the flip side, if I follow and I see selective or mutual, I strongly hesitate to interact even if the follow is or isn't returned. I haven't had the best experience when trying to meet new mutuals, so if I don't reach out first regarding interactions, its nothing personal, just me being more scared of disrespecting boundaries than anything else. So if you have any questions or hesitation regarding interactions, shoot me a message!

2. Rockelle has a triggering past including abuse, domestic violence, rape, cheating, etc. I have an umbrella tag, 'dont pull it; {triggers tag}' which is for any and all triggers. I will tag the individual triggers as best as I can but if you wish to avoid any and all topics including any sorts of triggers, please block the designated triggers tag.

3. I am a mobile only user, I do not use desktop Tumblr at all. I attempt to make the experience as similar to desktop tumblr as possible but of course since we do not see the same thing, I apologize for any inconveniences this causes you. This means I cannot cut posts or replicate most of the features from desktop, I dont do much to my blog mainly due to the limitations.

4. Icons credits goes to @tutorgirlcommissions @tutorgirlrph , @estrangedaframian , @eternalyouth , @mountaindcw , @thedumpofrps and @coinflippcd and my blog layout credit goes to @ofwaterandfire ! Thank you to all of them for making my blog a wonderful place and desktop friendly!

5. I dont have any triggers but if you have any ideas or scenarios that might be considered weird, talk to me about it, I dont bite, promise!

6. Want to be an asshole towards Rockelle? That's completely fine and is not seen as an attack towards the mun at all. How she reacts is something your character has to deal with.

7. Check the tags during roleplays! Within the first few replies, I try to make little tags that describe your character! It could be a movie, song, tv show reference or even a joke! I work hard on them so look at them or I steal kneecaps. >:(

8. Anytime I get a new mutual, I send a thank you message! It helps with me keeping track of them and it opens the door to talk about scenarios, plotting, etc. And if you don't respond, thats okay! I will still interact with you and love your muses just the same! Side note, if I forget to give a thank you, it doesnt mean I dont like your muse or you any less!

9. Rockelle is 100% fandomless so she doesnt fit into one verse or universe. If the desired verse is not under the verses post, feel free to ask me about anything you like! Dont think Rockelle only fits into a bubble due to her character design, just ask!

10. I do not have a banned faceclaim list but I strongly hesitate to interact with those who use dead people as faces. This does not apply to canon characters such as batman, joker, etc due to them having 'new' faces depending on the era.

11. For my mobile users, all of my character info and other related content is under the #lovely kitten; {character info} or #lovely kitten {character info} tag for easy access.

12. Me being a mobile user, I cannot see your rules, info, etc if you do not have a caard or link available on your blog. So if I reach out to ask for them, please dont take it personally.

13. Want to stop a roleplay? Cool! Want to change the trajectory of how the plot is moving? Cool! Want to ship? Thats very cool! You just have to make sure to communicate these things with me. I am not a mind reader and while I will try to be as upfront as possible regarding things, I do not want to make anyone feel discomfort or not enjoy roleplaying with me. I wont bite if you no longer want to continue interacting or cut out something in a roleplay! I wont know until you tell me, communication is key!

14. Rockelle is a multiship muse and is dating several people in different universes. If in the roleplay she has a significant other, she will not cheat on them as that is a trigger for her. However by default (unless discussed) Rockelle will be single due to her 'in universe' story. Due to trauma, poly relationships are a fat no for her as well.

15. Muse is 128 and mun is 21, both of age!

16. I respond either at lighting speed or I take awhile due to lost muse. I do not expect a response to be given within a timeframe or within a designated period. Take as much time as you need seriously. No need to apologize, shit happens.

17. Please do not steal anything from my blog. I will literally hunt you for sport. Dont play with me.

18. The most important rule of all, have fun and enjoy the chaos! ❤️

About Mun!

~ Sup! Names Gigi and I am 21 yrs old! Gremlin and a person with endless zoomies 24/7. If you are my mutual, I will most likely send tiktoks and random things that remind me of our roleplays.

I do have a discord that is available for mutuals if asked!

[evilhomestuckposter]

oh i saw youre taking fic requests :O could you write something with jaderezi having a picnic? if thats okay !

Of course!! I've never written these two before but I hope you enjoy! The AO3 link is here, and you can also read it below the line! :3

There’s something to be said about trying new things. The excitement tinged with the nerves that seem to appear no matter how small the activity may be. 

It was a warm afternoon on earth-c, the sun beating down on an already-sweaty Jade as she made her way to Rose and Kanaya’s hive. Upon entering, she noticed that Rose and Kanaya were nowhere to be seen, and Terezi was sat upon the couch gnawing on a carrot without a care in the world. The sight was silly, but in a way that Jade found rather endearing. 

“Hey Terezi,” she hummed, face flushed from the heat which she had just escaped. 

“Jade,” replied Terezi, going back to her carrot before sniffing the air. “You smell nice today,” she remarked.

“Thank you! Have you seen Rose or Kanaya? I came by to surprise them with some veggies I grew.”

“Nope,” replied Terezi, still focused on the carrot she must have pulled from the fridge. Jade decided that she may as well wait a few minutes for them, though she was curious what Terezi was doing there. She sat next to the troll on the couch a bit awkwardly, placing the basket of produce on the table and smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt. 

She wasn’t completely sure why she felt so awkward around Terezi, or why the warmth radiating off of the troll made her want to lean closer, but she dismissed the thought. 

“Enjoying that carrot?” Jade joked, cracking a small smile in hopes that Terezi returned it. 

“I’m trying to,” she responded. Jade knew that Terezi didn’t necessarily intend to be rude, and that was just how she was, but it didn’t stop the small pang of frustration in her chest. Why couldn’t she connect with her? Jade typically was able to form a bond with just about anybody, due to what John would jokingly refer to as the “classic Harley charm.” And yet, it just didn’t seem to be working on Terezi. 

“Alright,” Jade said, more to herself than Terezi, before standing up. “I have to go, but  would you tell them I stopped by? I have a picnic with my brother to get to.” She smiled. Jade never got tired of calling John her brother. 

Terezi looked up, seeming to have changed her mind about being closed off. “What’s that?”

Jade turned to look back at the troll, unable to hide the flicker of surprise on her face before she grinned. 

“A picnic?”

“That. A what?” Terezi tilted her head in confusion. 

“You know, picnics! Didn’t they have them on Alternia? You wait for a nice day and then sit on a blanket and eat a bunch of food! They’re super fun,” Jade said

“We didn’t. That sounds weird,” replied Terezi. She was quiet for a moment before adding on. “It sounds fun too.” There was something that sounded suspiciously like longing in her voice, and the slight vulnerability surprised Jade, but she just nodded, smiling sweetly at the troll from the doorway.

“It is!” 

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It was another nice day. Marginally cooler than the one before it, and partly cloudy with no chance of rain. Jade had spent several hours cooking for this, and she hoped that Terezi would enjoy the surprise. She had sounded like she really wanted to try out a picnic, and who was Jade to deny her that? 

A big smile on her face, she knocked on the door of Terezi’s hive, hearing a bit of crashing from inside as the troll made her way over to open the door. She opened it a bit, and her face appeared through a small crack between the door and the doorway. After seeing- or smelling, that it was Jade, she opened the door fully. 

“Well, well, well! Jade Harley,” she mused. “What do you need from me?”

“We’re having a picnic, silly!” Jade replied, beckoning for Terezi to join her outside. “I couldn’t let you continue to not know what a picnic is. Come out here while I get everything set up!”

Terezi was shocked that Jade would do something so nice for someone she barely knew, but she just nodded, following Jade outside. 

“If you’re trying to pail me, it’s working,” Terezi joked, though her cheeks were tinted a slight teal. Jade, however, turned bright red, spluttering.

“W-what?! No, I was just-”

Terezi laughed, clapping Jade on the shoulder and shaking her head.

“Relax, Harley, I was just kidding.” Jade hid her face in her hands for a moment, not sure why she had gotten so flustered over a simple joke. 

“Oh,” she squeaked out, continuing to set the food out on the blanket. “Um, I brought a variety of Alternian and Human foods, because I wasn’t completely sure what you liked. I hope this is okay?”

Terezi grinned, seemingly satisfied with the reaction she had gotten, as well as the selection of food. 

“Wow! This is great!” She exclaimed. After a moment of sniffing the air, Terezi paused. “Is that grubloaf?” She got closer, excited. 

Jade nodded, laughing softly at Terezi’s reaction. “Yep! I also brought grubsauce and some human foods!”

Terezi grinned, plopping down on the blanket and patting for Jade to join her. “Well? Let’s dig in, I’m starving!” Jade, becoming more excited due to Terezi’s infectious enthusiasm, obeyed and began unwrapping the food. Terezi wasted no time in grabbing a slice of grubloaf and eating it with her hands. Jade, in a slightly more civilized manner, grabbed one of the sandwiches she packed. 

After Terezi finished her grubloaf, she stared at Jade’s sandwich. Jade, noticing this, paused mid-bite. 

“Do you– want to try it?” 

Terezi nodded eagerly, and Jade laughed. 

“Okay, how about this,” she grabbed a slice of grubloaf and handed Terezi the rest of her sandwich. “You try some of mine, and I’ll try some of yours. Deal?” 

“Deal,” Terezi replied, eagerly taking a bite out of the sandwich at the same time Jade took a bite out of the grubloaf. After several seconds of chewing, they both spit out the food, grimacing. 

“Yuck!” Exclaimed Terezi, “that’s disgusting!” Jade wrinkled her nose.

“Blegh, at least it’s better than grubloaf!” 

They both cracked up, their laughter carrying on the breeze. After a moment of calming down, they both wiped tears from their eyes, and Jade suddenly realized how much fun she was having. She said as much.

“This is really fun,” Jade said, softer, “We should definitely do this again sometime.”

“Agreed,” Terezi laughed, still catching her breath. After a moment, she flopped down on her back. Jade did the same, laying down next to her with a grin. She stared up at the sky. 

“The clouds are really pretty today,” she mused unthinkingly before immediately regretting it. Terezi is blind, why would she say that?!

Luckily, Terezi did not take offense. “Describe them to me?” she asked, and Jade obliged.

They spent the next hour or so laying there, Jade describing every cloud she saw as it floated past, and Terezi listening intently. At some point, Jade found her hand in Terezi’s, but, not wanting to ruin the moment, she didn’t say anything, just giving it a soft squeeze and continuing to describe the clouds. 

When Jade had finally finished, they lay there, hand-in-hand in a comfortable sort of silence. The only sound was the soft breeze blowing through the grass and the trees, and Jade turned her head to look at Terezi. 

“You know, you’re sort of beautiful,” she said softly, and Terezi turned her head. 

“I think you are too,” she responded, and Jade let out another pretty sounding laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you are.” Terezi said, more decisively this time, “I can smell it.”

Jade grinned, as did Terezi, and as they lay there, wondering what would come next, they were both incredibly grateful and eager to try something new.

[ofgravitation-moved]

shipping questions :) ( you dont actually have to answer if you dont want) 1. what’s the best thing about shipping for you? 12. do you ship any rarepair? 31. do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping a ship? 33. what’s the first ship you played?

free!!!!!! ---- IM zszdk,jhfbas. you know when i saw the message, i didn't expect this-- but fine!!!!! :insert sassy dandi noises here but also giggles: --- <3

1. what’s the best thing about shipping for you?

like everyone else who's answered this one that i've seen-- it helps bring muns together! i love nothing more than getting spammed with fanart or just screaming in caps about ships that we both like or are doing! i don't have to have ships to write with someone, of course!! but i do feel as though ANY kind of ship-- whether it be romantic, platonic, etc all have a special place in my heart-- and i love talking about how those dynamics would come to play out with my rp partner! <3

12. do you ship any rarepair?

omg yes. i L O V E rarepairs!!!!!! GIMME. i've honestly been dying for some of those with ochako! but i do have a few that i am currently shipping now with her and other muses! i'll do bnha cause that always gives me brainrot: (mon.ochako - ( monoma & ochako w/ galaxyxthixf ) , shinc.hako - ( shinsou & ochako w/ guiltscorched) , mi.nejirou ( i know surprised me too BUT thats also jirou and mineta with galaxyxthixf ) -- HONESTLY?? ( bak.utoga - with trist's katsuki on ofdetonation ) there are probs more i cannot think of but i'd love to do shi.njirou, tets.umina, baku.momo, iic.hako and others! also.. emi? hello??? she can love more people than just aizawa, y'klnow<3

31. do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping a ship?

i just love the connection i make with the mun! there are a couple of ships that have stayed the test of time :tm: on this blog and other remakes in the past. most memorable? & no---- i am not playing faves, these are for srs!!!! - ka.cchako: with @ofdetonation !!!! ( yes i tagged u, shut up, lemme yell ) back when i had ochako's old url as ofgravitation ( everyday i consider changing mine here you don't even know ) BUTTTT. i have never had such a consistent ship-- EVER. yes, we both have lives, and sometimes that takes away from the dash but evern after being gone, like??? ITS STILL AS GOOD AS THEN? BETTTER??! idk. but when i see k.acchako fanart-- that's usually the bakugou i think of. and if you're not following trist and all his muses on all his blogs.. idk what you're doing<3 i love you<333 - mo.nochako: with @galaxythixf !!! ( yeah i tagged you too nova, shh ) never in my life did i ship these two and like magic, they just connect together every time we write them! writing with nova's monoma and all their muses, tbh, just.. it's such an amazing experience!!! <3 one my muses A D O R E. <33

33. what’s the first ship you played?

... fuck. idk??? probably uhhh--- hmmm. inukag? let's go with inukag<3

free, you're a menace, and ily but I AM GOING TO WRITE NOW, OKAY? OKAY. <3

[amoveablejake]

Album of The Week: ‘The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas’ by Courtney Barnett

Stand out song: ‘Don’t Apply Compression Gently’. 

So. Here we are, 2023. The Jordan year. And yes, whilst I finished a book about the ‘92 Dream Team today and I’m raring to go to talk about the superstars who comprised that team and Jack McCallum’s wonderful writing this isn’t the place for it. Its not the place to talk about Jordan, Johnson and Bird because instead this Monday evening we’re going to talk a look at the first album of the week for the Jor- okay lets not go down that road again, for now. As I mention pretty much every week, I think a lot about what my album of the week is going to be and yes whilst it does often change at the last moment, there is still a thought process there. Now, choosing the first album of the week for the year is not a monumental task but it is still one that I have taken under careful consideration. I have been thinking about it quite a bit because this is in a sense the launching pad for the year and the album choice that will set the tone for future listening. Now, that is not to say that whatever genre this album is is what will be the focus for the year ahead or that it will be a year that revolves solely around the artist. It is instead, a first step on the road for the year that you never know, may end up being all about that artist and when it comes to Courtney Barnett that could very well be the case. 

There was another artist that today could have focused on and perhaps should have as I have been listening to them more than Barnett over the past week but I haven’t gone with that unnamed artist because, well, what isn’t pictured here is the pause that I’ve taken as my fingers left my keyboard as I tried to work out how exactly I wanted to phrase this. Courtney Barnett’s music is to a great extent a comfort blanket for me. There are a few artists that I may not listen to all of the time but I know that I can turn to when I need a few tracks to listen to to continue to ground myself. There are certain artists and tracks that help in this idea of staying present and Courtney Barnett is certainly up there floating around the top of that list. I always find the transition between years to not be a huge deal but then the first few days of a new year can be a little daunting as the new calendar stretches out in front of you and there is a lot of uncertainty to it and things that already need to be fitted in perhaps. It is in instances like this that I do turn to Barnett’s discography and breathe again. These are songs that when I listen to them I picture Barnett pottering about in sunny Australia, taking things gently and being present and really, thats how I am and try to be and these songs serve as a reminder of that. 

When I hear the beginning of ‘Avant Gardener’ I always find myself thinking of Desert Island Discs. I think of the BBC Radio four programme because I often muse about what would be the songs that I would take with me to that desert island and I would talk about if I was ever so lucky to go on the show. I think that if I was to go on,  I would not necessarily choose my favourite songs. Yes, some of them would make an appearance ofcourse but I also think that the purpose of the show is to paint a picture, to tell the story of the person’s life and in doing so, those tracks are not always your favourites. Now, I would have quite the task ahead of me if I was to go on the show because I’m not sure which tracks would make the cut however, ‘Avant Gardener’ would certainly be in the running. I don’t think that really, its one of my favourite songs and it doesn’t necessarily have a key place on my roster but it is a song that I turn to again and again and everytime I hear that opening...If I was on that deserted island and I heard that opening, I would take a breath and be okay. As long as I can take some books aswell, please let me take the books. 

Things take time, take time. 

-Jake, a man who can’t believe how expensive film has gotten, 02/01/2023