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[jfouler]

randomly generated headcanons

Jamie nearly drowned in a river as a child. (i could see it)

Jamie instinctively cleans messes in his own house as well as other peoples. (maybe but i think its more passive aggressive on purpose)

Jamie is a youngest child. (this one is true actually!)

Jamie enjoys doing taxes. (yeah he secretly loves doing normal guy tasks)

Jamie has been canceled on Twitter. (do student twitter accounts count)

If the source media was a musical, Jamie would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing. (real but then he gets his own dramatic ballad)

Jamie cracks his knuckles very loudly. (100%)

[mcltiples]

Muse's Mental Disorders & Vices

Alcoholism. Amnesia. Anxiety. Appetite Loss. Binge Eating. Co-Dependence. Cynicism. Defensiveness. Denial. Depersonalization. Depression. Derealization. Devaluation. Displacement. Dissociation. Drug Abuse. Dysphoria. Emotional Detachment. Flashbacks. Flat Affect. Guilt. Hallucinations. Hypersomnia. Hypervigilance.

Hypochondria. Idealization. Insomnia. Intellectualization. Introjection. Isolation. Low Self-Esteem. Narcissism. Night Terrors. Obsessive Compulsion. Overeating. Panic Attacks. Passive Aggression.

Paranoia. Phobias. Projection. Psychosis. Rationalization. Regression. Repression. Restrictive Eating. Risky Sex. Self-Harm. Somatization. Splitting. Sublimation. Suicidal Ideation. Sleepwalking. Suppression. Thousand Yard Stare. Triggers. Trust Issues. Violence. Whiplash. Temper.

Alcoholism. Amnesia. Anxiety. Appetite Loss. Binge Eating. Co-Dependence. Cynicism. Defensiveness. Denial. Depersonalization. Depression. Derealization. Devaluation. Displacement. Dissociation. Drug Abuse. Dysphoria. Emotional Detachment. Flashbacks. Flat Affect. Guilt. Hallucinations. Hypersomnia. Hypervigilance.

Hypochondria. Idealization. Insomnia. Intellectualization. Introjection. Isolation. Low Self-Esteem. Narcissism. Night Terrors. Obsessive Compulsion. Overeating. Panic Attacks. Passive Aggression.

Paranoia. Phobias. Projection. Psychosis. Rationalization. Regression. Repression. Restrictive Eating. Risky Sex. Self-Harm. Somatization. Splitting. Sublimation. Suicidal Ideation. Sleepwalking. Suppression. Thousand Yard Stare. Triggers. Trust Issues. Violence. Whiplash. Temper.

TAGGED BY: @muse-inn & @countlessrealities~ TAGGING: @evilmcg, @petalsxfallen, @civicmuses (For Marsha!) + anyone else who wants to do it !!

[shesacrified]

Rin's here! What do you do?

Hold her hand

Ask her to heal your wounds

Hug

Accept the cute bento box she has prepared

[varnaedhar]

What Form of Gentle Affection are you?

'I miss you' texts

long nights full of yearning and fantasies... intimate secrets you'd be embarrassed to say out loud... passionately reuniting once again... you want a love that is desperate and passionate, you want someone that will make you feel like you’re living a romance novel. you want to feel the fire burning in your chest when you see them. you want every touch to feel like fireworks, and to discover something new about them every day. while this addicting fire can be fun to chase, try not to drop every lover once the flame seems to have died down. sometimes the most intense burn comes from the fire you continue to kindle, and it is worth it to settle in front of a hearth.

tagged by: @caeloservare​ thank you uwu tagging: steal it

[ryeonah]

tag dump

[byakugoseal]

Imma join in too. Haruno Sakura has appeared, what do you do?

Kiss

Hug/Embrace

Fight

Ask her to heal an injury

[fairfallcn]

『 ❤ 』

[namizc]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR

NAME: Morgen

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord or IMs works

NAME OF YOUR MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): Nami

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): Going on ten-ish years?

PLATFORMS YOU'VE USED: Tumblr, Quotev (formally Quizzazs), and Discord

BEST EXPERIENCE: Oh gosh, probably back when I had Eri as a muse, and the LoV adopted her? Or, honestly, fleshing out Unohana's character to be more than just what is in the canon! RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: I would say harassing me for replies. I work 40+ hours each week, so my activity is spotty, especially during the work week. Now, if it has been three or more weeks and I still have yet to reply, do nudge me because chances are, with the way tumblr's notifications are, I might have missed your reply! I'm sorry if that makes me mean. I just prioritize my job first and then get to threads when I have the free time and a good idea for a starter or response!

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: Fluff and angst, no smut, please! I do not mind if anyone writes it I just do not want to write it on my blog.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both but I love plotting threads because I usually always have an idea or two floating around my mind.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I tend to write long replies, my minimum being three-four paragraphs. However, I adjust my length to fit my partners' needs and what they are comfortable with!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Usually after work? But mostly on the weekends

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: I would say no when regarding Nami? I think the only character I am similar to would probably be Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket?

Tagged by: @stovthearted (merci beaucoup!) Tagging: YOU, say ya girl tagged you! Truth be told since this blog is still new, I'm too shy to tag people.

[trondopeacekeeper]

[DATING GAME]

"..."

[rebelgodking]

WHAT’S ALWAYS IN YOUR MUSE’S BAG / PURSE SATCHEL JACKET pockets’?

two packs’ cigarettes - preferred brand, and the 2nd one is a back up

three lighters - usually one her a favorite ,the other two are ones she has just encase.

Journal I - for notes ,and misc, stuff that she’ll add ,or not, to Journal III

Jouranl II - more like a sketchbook, for therapy, like how soldiers do

Journal III - where she keeps tons of various information, from apocalypse plans  not to start one ,but what if this happens ,and what she wold do ) to about herself like limits ,etc

a few knives

a first aid kit - not a big one ,just a small basic one.

various scraps’ of paper, trash ,gum wrappers, receipts

gum - mainly for after she smokes

An Orb of Thesulah - cause you never know when you need to put Angels SOUL BACK IN!, also Emilie could use it in a defensive/attack

her wallet - with money ,photos of her found family, niece ,and nephews’  Maybe even a few gift cards. 

A pen ,and pencil,

I can only describe her jacket as like bigger on the inside ,but looks normal on the outside.  Theres a few more items ,but thats the base of it.

Tagged by found at: @pryceism Tagging: any of you

[ioniansunsets]

Hi! Recently found you, and i LOVE your writing and ideas! Their very tasty, like high-quality chocolate &/or caramel!

I offer (potentially angsty) scenario(you don't have to do) with heartsteel kayn & Idol or k/da!Reader?

What if a stage malfunction happened during readers' (or kayns) show?? (Or a sabotage from a fan? Perhaps?)

(Bonus: & What if... reader or kayn got hurt?) Thank you if you choose to do this ask🩷 (Sorry ahhh-- this is my first time sending an ask)

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn x KDA!Reader Where Reader Gets Injured✖

✖ Word Count: 1.4k

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Mild Injury, Ends with Comfort, IDK if I'd even tag this as Angsty (maybe a tinge)

✖ A/N: I think its cute how Ahri, Akali, Evelyn and Kai’sa all technically can dash towards you with their actual in game skills LMFAO so cute...these girls would do anything to protect you. I think it’s very cute when a lover goes batshit insane with worry for you. Have mercy too, I’ve never been hospitalized, only visited people LMAO

Also thank you for asking this! I am so happy that you love my thoughts and words ><

✖ Wrote This Listening To: Drugs and Candy

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There were always toxic fans. You knew that, and Kayn of course knew his fanbase were sometimes as batshit insane as him. But the past few weeks were great! Social media was abuzz with positive comments about you two, fans congratulated you at fanmeets praising how cute you looked with Kayn.

Everything pointed towards how the fanbase took the official announcement of you two dating well but of course, you know delusional, parasocial fans existed too.

What you don’t know, was how they got past security.

You don’t know how they sneaked past all the checks and stage tests.

Maybe it was on you, maybe you were training too hard and were too tired to notice.

Maybe the high of performing live on stage and all the bits and bops of things to do left it so you didn’t notice the creak of the bright lights above you. The lights in the same pink purple hues of Kayn’s hair. The last thing you remember was the crackle of lights, the screams of your fans, and all your band mates in a blur dashing towards you.

-

It was arguably just as bad for Kayn.

Sure he wasn’t there, he wasn’t injured, he wasn’t the target of the attack nor was he the one in the hospital but there was nothing worse than hearing that you were still out cold, uncertain of how hurt you actually were.

There was nothing worse really, seeing the clips circulating online of what happened being reposted by all sorts of accounts. The blood that flowed from you onto the stage, oh god he didn’t even know humans could bleed this much.

There was nothing worse than knowing that he was stuck on tour and couldn’t be by your side.

There was nothing worse than not being able to call you and check on you because according to Akali you were STILL in the ER right now, you’re still unconscious and the doctors have no updates. How! It has been at least 4 hours since your opening act. Since the incident.

There was nothing worse, than fighting with his bandmates and managers, begging to go back to be by your side, and only after Alune stood up for him saying how “ The Heartbeats would understand why Kayn was missing. Let him go or he would just sneak off at night and do it anyway.” That management allowed them to postpone their weekend show so he could book a midnight flight to you.

There was nothing worse, than sitting alone in the private airport lounge, checking socials for updates and finding out HIS fan was the one that was caught on CCTV being the perpetrator, the one that did this to you, the love of his life. They even wore a jacket with Rhaast’s icon sewn onto the back, almost mocking him. Sure you were the one physically hurt, but the way his emotions were all over the place, the way his heart refused to calm down, the way he haven’t felt so much like throwing up since he left his old band. He hated this.

Hands tightening around his already cracked phone, the only reason he hasn’t angrily thrown it against the wall was because Akali messaged him telling Kayn how you were stable now, you lived fine, you were still sleeping but you were out of surgery at least. He swallows hard, quickly picking up his small luggage as he runs over to the gate to board his plane. Kayn breathes heavy, only thoughts about being by your side when you wake up keep him walking and keep the absolute rage and chaos Rhaast has at bay. The flight couldn’t be any longer to him.

-

He ran, the second the Taxi dropped him off at the hospital he phased through walls and booked it straight up to your room, leaving Akali to sigh as she signs him in. The way his hands shook as he slowly opened the door to your ward. Feeling like it was somehow rude to phase through this one way although one, you were still unconscious and two he already violated the privacy of half the hospital.

“ My little demon…This is all my fault.”

Kayn slowly walked to your side after he steps in, watching and noting how you had your eye patched up, how bandages trailed down your body, how pale your skin was. He was going to throw up again, seeing you this way. Ahri who was in the room watching over you let him know you could still see of course, and nothing plastic surgery can’t fix about the scars. You would be fine after a week or two of rest. The shards of glass from the strobe lights missed all the important bits, only scratching up your brow, cheek and collar. Ahri offers Kayn a small sad smile before leaving to give him time with you. The other girls in K/DA has some cuts and bruises saving your from the falling light but otherwise were fine.

It was another hour of your steady breathing and the beeping of machines around him. To Kayn, it felt like hours. Inconsolable hours where his thoughts went wild. Rhaast kept at bay from trashing the place solely from how weak and shaky your breathing was. So when the beeping finally started to pick up Kayn was standing up, hand holding yours, calling out to you frantic and concerned as you slowly blinked and opened your eyes.

“ Oh my god you’re finally awake baby.”

You watched your boyfriend cry, silent tears falling as he spoke over and over about how he should have curated his audience more, warned them to not pull shit like this to you. Anger about how could his “obsessive fans” not know that hurting you would hurt him just as much. Frustration about not being in the audience this time to save you. Sorrow about seeing how much pain you were in right now because of him. Anger once again from Rhaast this time about how incompetent your security was for letting a mistake like this go unnoticed and finally…overwhelming relief that you were ultimately ok. It was new, seeing him so scared, so worried, no doubt all of these emotions were because of just how much Kayn loved you but still, you felt bad making him worry so much. Finally he updates you, telling you about what happened, how you would be ok, he would make sure of it.

“ I…I’m sorry you had to go through this because of me. If you want to leave me because of my fans I will totally understand.”

You watched his voice crack as his hand grasps yours tighter. Your lover’s brows furrowed as he thinks hard. Biting his lip so hard you could almost see it bleed.

“ No Kayn! I would never! It’s not your fault. None of it was your fault, my own crazy fans could have done this to me too y’know. Plus if I breakup with you, they totally won.”

You reply, throat a little dry from not speaking so long but you had to tell him. No way you’re letting some insane fan ruin your performance, your day and your relationship. You watch him finally smile a little as you speak, the corners of his lips barely curving, tears stopping at your frantic attempts to make sure he knows just how much you love him back. No way in hell or heaven would you give up what you have with him because of some lunatic. Especially after seeing just how much he loved you, flying here for you? Putting his work behind for You? How could you let this man go.

“ Hey, at least we can get matching eyepatches now?”

At your comment, he lets out an exasperated laugh.

" I’m sorry, I should be the one making you feel better not the other way around. Here.”

You watch as Kayn slips a finger under his eyepatch, pulling it off carefully before bending down to give your bandaged side a small kiss. Hands uncharacteristically gentle as they worked their way around your hair and all the gauze to put his eyepatch on you. Giving you another quick kiss on your lips before pulling away.

" Looking good darling."

" Only because you style me so well!"

Yeah, it will be ok, the two of you were motivated, hardworking idols, a setback like this meant nothing. As he smiles again at you, the signature cheeky, prideful smile you’ve come to love from him. Your heart flutters. Yeah, something like this won’t stop you from loving him.

[jfouler]

the whole fam damily

[mcltiples]

what tragic horror character trope are you?

the witch

people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind.

frankenstein's monster

this plight is the simplest of them all: you did not ask for this. you were never given a choice. no part of yourself feels human, just a collection of traits you've picked up from mirroring anyone you could, even the people you meet through a television screen. it's alienating to live that way- yet someone has called you the alienating one. maybe too many people to count. maybe they treated you so uncomfortably inhuman that it's all you can understand now, or you've dug yourself into such a deep hole in an attempt to keep safe that you can't remember a person living in the home of your body at all. being alive is confusing and painful and lonely and loud but living is all there is to being human- you're already there. just take air into your lungs and breathe. close your eyes and picture a beautiful sky. you made that. you painted that yourself.

the werewolf

there's something inside a werewolf that's sharp, thorns and barbs coiling up in tight knots of vine even on their best days. halfway through a conversation, you'll forget your happiness and the pain comes back in a flash. you never meant to, but the sharpness has done harm on your behalf. it's defensive. it's leftover artillery from a battle you spent so long fighting that it still doesn't feel like it's truly over, does it? you want so badly to be soft. to take the hand that you are offered instead of baring your teeth. and it might be hard to believe, but you are soft. you're the softest one out there. it'll just take a while to untangle those vines enough to know that very little is often life-or-death, and not everything touches to hurt.

[emystic-old]

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation? & ✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

the salty af munday meme / Accepting

@iobartach asked for some salt: ☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation? & ✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

I have a long time ago as a teenager, I already told this story before and each time it feels more stupid thinking about it. It certainly taught me to never let two people get you caught up in something that doesn't involve you.

I don't know if this counts too, I kind of think it does though too cause I was trying to calm down a entire thing. So I am counting this story too. Why every time I have to deal with some bullshit and have to coddle people it have to do with ships?

Years ago, on a salty munday meme like this I was talking about what happen with a old muse of mine. Someone decided that it was about him, when I am talking about a situation from like two or three years ago before I even met him. I know because my late mom was still alive and she helped me make this OC. The OC's name was Corrine and she lived in the Pokemon world, specifically in Kalos I think. She was vaguely based on the idea of the Mom NPCs in the games. A mun with a Professor Sycamore was being very pushy hitting on her despite knowing she's married and I didn't like it.

This dude wanted to say it sounded suspiciously like his muse and my two alien OCs at the time who was also married. I tried to tell him it wasn't, but apparently I was too messy of person and not talk to me or whatever. Just the fact he felt that was about him, but if shoe fits wear it I guess. But I already told him about not wanting a love triangle and not keep pushing his muse on mines privately, I am not going to air out shit that already been talked about. So to me if felt like slap in the face considering all the years I knew the dude. I even tried to talked to the dude again years later for him to drag me, and some of the shit was stuff that was dumb as fuck and I was like "Okay, you could have just nah damn. Well, bye."

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

I will say that the community or at least the dash circle I see it doesn't feel so toxic or suffocating. The only issue I really see is a lot of preferential treatment to certain aesthetics, characters, and face claims. I don't like the idea of needing a character or a entire blog that fits a criteria for others to find interesting and I try not to make others feel that they have to do that for me. I am not saying people shouldn't be selective, I am a bit myself but just don't be too much of a elitist about it I guess.

I do like the more open sense of communication now though, people will DM for plotting and send asks without being prompted more often which is something I never mind. It makes me smile, because in the past I always the one having to make the first move for so many people.

[varnaedhar]

Bold all that apply to your muse. Repost, don't reblog ! TW: contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a wall until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day.

Tagged by: stole it from @littleblackqrow

Tagging: steal it you cowards

[ryeonah]

WHICH TRAGIC DEATH WOULD YOU SUFFER?

the worthless sacrifice

you die to protect something you love. it does not matter in the end. if it's a person, they still die shortly after, if it's a war, you still lose. your death means nothing. the only people who could've appreciated it will be gone quickly as well. you will die thinking you have done something, when really you have done nothing. perhaps that is the saddest thing of all.

tagged by: @swiindlerfox - merci beaucoup!

tagging: YOU! Say ya girl tagged you