#𖥸 ─ ooc!

[devsmuses]

i love roleplaying on here but i also roleplaying on discord!! mutuals and non-mutuals please reach out if you wanna plot something awesome together! i love the idea of each of us playing multiple characters and all of those characters knowing one another in some way. i would love to do like a love triangle, maybe something supernatural, and it definetly needs to have a good bit of angst. i'm good with writing smut too. please please please reach out if this sounds slay to you

[fallbefore]

permanent plotting/starter call! ˎˊ˗  like this post for a starter of a variety of theming, i will likely reach out for plotting or jumping off ideas, regardless of whether or not we've plotted previously if i don't have any ideas. multis please specify muse(s) or i will shake you down for specification Trust. ♡

[moondustlings]

new muse page is finally done, so if anyone tickles the fancy, lmk.

[turningdivine]

okay so hi !! i'm finally doing my first little post ! i'm moon, and i am here with yet another little indie rp blog that i hope i get to fill with a bunch of amazing threads and memories with everyone. consider this a reverse starter call, so like this and i will go thru your opens and respond to one or two things! as always, my ims are open if you want to hop in and actually plot something with me ! i have a limited amount of muses right now, but i figured it would be a solid start and i can add more later if we really have a fun idea!

[nolambs]

consider this my official and Fr starter call for this blog, you can either pick a muse or i can pick for you! i don’t have any info on them up yet so unless you know them from a prior blog i don’t expect you to just know things obviously. i will give you a lil blurb about them in the tags of the starter or in your dms or something to help with writing and such :)

[crims0nheadache]

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˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Minako (美奈子) Nakamura (中村) — rules — about — nav

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— I’m in need of a savior, but I’m not asking for favors. My whole life I’ve felt like a burden. ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

[blightisms]

─── maude morningstar ; a tag dump

[i984]

Your Love, My Religion

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Ooc! Wednesday Addams, childhood best friend! Wednesday Addams, canon-divergence because there's no Tyler, it's Parent's Weekend but this detail is useless, Pugsley LOVES you, kissing but weird 'cuz you'll see, author is in their experimental phase.

|Summary|: It only takes half a semester away and a stupid (yet surprising) school event to get Wednesday quit being a coward.

|A/n|: This was requested by my wife @wol-fica and reposted because yesterday the tags hate me.

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Bewitching.

You were that in so many ways.

And now, as Wednesday locks eyes with you from across the quad—past all the bustling crowd of students and parents of Nevermore Academy—she realizes the fact hasn't changed, not one bit.

Her foot took a step forward for her. Then another. And another. Before she knew it, she was already heading toward you—bumping and trampling past the people she couldn't care less for—her heart hammering wildly against her chest.

You've always had that effect on her.

When your parents brought you for a playdate years ago, Wednesday had locked you in one of the rooms of the Addams family mansion. But instead of crying or screaming for help, all she heard you do was mutter a small okay and bye-bye. 

And she was content to let you rot and die a slow death, but when she pressed her ear to the wood and heard your faint giggles, she had to open the door to see what had brought you glee amidst her kidnapping.

She found you—sitting with your legs crossed on the floor—petting Nero, her pet scorpion on your lap, with a fascinated look on your face.

Ever since that day, 5-year-old Wednesday Addams would invite you to playdates every week without fail with excuses like, "Nero loves your pets more than mine," or, "Nero wants you to come over."

Even after the scorpion's tragic death a year later, she allowed you to continue visiting her weekly. Your title had changed from 'playdate partner' to 'study partner' as soon as both of you went to the same elementary school, and you've been joined by the hips with the Addams girl ever since. 

The weekly visits grew into daily ones, and soon, Wednesday would spend nearly every waking hour of the day with you, filling her childhood with memories of endless thrilling adventures.

She'd never admit this to anyone, but she respects you for not judging her for who she is. Other people had called her a freak, a menace to society, and Wednesday couldn't care less about them, especially when you look at her with so much kindness and passion every time she talks about torture methods or unsolved murder cases. 

You were there when Pugsley was born, and Wednesday blames you for the tender personality his brother would later develop. In a way, you raised Pugsley just as much as she did, and it proved to earn you an unbreakable bond with the boy. 

And that's why as she gets close enough to you, she can see Pugsley standing on your side, holding your hand—a perfect mirror of the picture she had seen a thousand times growing up.

Her breathing quickens, and so do her steps; Wednesday was basically sprinting at you with butterflies in her stomach. But she didn't care because you met her halfway and embraced her with a ferocity that nearly matched hers. 

"I missed you so much," You whisper, and Wednesday swears to memorize the sweet sound. She hadn't realized how much she had missed hearing your voice until now.

"You came."

"Pugsley invited me for this Parent's Weekend thing," You mumbled into her shoulder before pulling back to look at her face properly, "I know it hasn't even been a semester since you moved, but I have to see you again."

Wednesday almost melts then and there at the intensity of your words and how you look at her with so much compassion and trust—like you knew she'd never hurt you or betray your devotion. 

And she wouldn't. Not when her lips are so close to yours, with your breath fanning her face, nose scrunched adorably. 

You look perfect, like the last time Wednesday was in the same position with you, the night before she had to leave for Jericho and this damned school that has cursed her entire being. 

Last time, she acted like the coward she was, turning her face away from your longing gaze, heart too weak to leave you if she'd kissed you goodbye. 

But now, as Fate has presented her a second chance, Wednesday grabbed your jaw and pressed her lips to yours. Unlike last time, her move was sure as she felt your soft silken lips on her chapped ones. And when you kissed her back—with the same tenderness that she finds in your eyes, words, and touch—warmth fills her pitch-black heart, luring her deeper into your spell.

She kisses you like a prayer—your lips the altar, your love her false God—and Wednesday now understands how man can sink so deep into their religions; to die for their Gods. 

Because she would die for you, kill for you, live for you, and unlike last time, she'd gladly sin over and over again, redeeming herself on the lips that perfectly match hers.

The bewitching you; her life was a living testament to that. And she'd never let you go.

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Tag list is in the comments or else this post breaks.

|A/n2|: I am never posting this day of the week ever again. Also I forgot to say thank you to 700 of you! 🥲💖

Edit: NOW I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS TO MY POST HELP WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME-

[glazelilysoup]

how you met alhaitham

content: reader is gn, alhaitham is blunt, implied as a spantamad researcher, reader is sleepy, i don't think the house of daena has an upper floor but a girl can pretend, might be ooc, i don't think there are any legitimate warnings, its just fluffy

info: this was supposed to be headcanons with multiple characters, but i got really into it and wrote too much. might do similar concepts with other characters (as originally planned) in the future. i wrote this over the course of 3 days and it was usually at midnight, so it's not the greatest. gets progressively worse the more you read.

word count: 1.4k

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times like these were enjoyed immensely by both you and the scribe. it often became the most anticipated part of your days. it began with the fact that alhaitham had wanted more space than usual, and as a result, had gone to the largely unoccupied upper floor. there were fewer shelves on these higher floors, largely used for works of fiction. it wasn't often researchers indulged in anything but facts, so the area became frequented by those looking for solitude.

he took note of how every large table had multiple people sitting there- after all, a crowded library will still be crowded even in the most secluded spots- so he walked clear to the other side of the astoundingly huge library. it was a mirror of the other side, the same amount of tables in the same spots. just like before, every table had two or more people at them. he internally scowled before he viewed you in his peripherals. you were at a smaller table, alone, hidden away by a bookshelf.

you looked like you wanted to be alone, with your nose buried so deep in that book of yours- information on irminsul, he noticed. he surmised that wanting to be alone in the company of someone who had the same goal would be preferable to sitting next to someone as annoying as kaveh. he saw the small glance you took at his hand once it rested on the back of the chair, quickly going back to focus on your studying.

"may i sit here?" it was strange to hear the scribe be so quiet, but it was a library after all. you gave a terse nod, one that would have easily been missed had he not been the ever-perceptive scribe.

as time went slowly by, the scribe realised he may not have been as perceptive as he thought. every 50 pages or so, at a good stopping point, he would observe you for a few moments. you looked like you would pass out at any moment. a while later, you had adjusted your posture to have the book flat against the table and your head lingering just above it. not long after, your head was resting on your elbows, arms crossed, with hushed, relaxed breathing the only sound from you. no longer did you turn the pages.

alhaitham pondered his options for a moment. he could wake you up to spare you the embarrassment of being asleep for so long. on the other hand, you had looked very tired. he could let you sleep. he couldn't empathise with your current situation, so he settled to leave you be until either you woke up of your own accord, or until he left.

in all honesty, he was somewhat shocked to find that you were still asleep when he decided to leave. it had been hours, and there were exponentially fewer people than there were when he had arrived. "hey," he frowned when you had not even so much as stirred. he didn't want to be rude, but he resorted to his method of waking up kaveh. he slammed a book down on the table. it instantly proved fruitful as you jumped immediately, squeaking out a small "sorry!" he guessed that this was a more common occurrence than just this time.

"i apologise for the rude awakening. i had tried to wake you up other ways, and they hadn't worked." he found your shy expression and the pink that dusted your cheeks at this revelation to be quite endearing.

"oh lord- it's alright, i shouldn't have fallen asleep. uhm, would you mind telling me what time it is?"

"i believe it's slightly past eight o'clock." that's no good, that's no good at all, you promised your roommate you would make dinner tonight. you scrambled to collect your things, choosing not to notice how he watched you panic.

"thank you for waking me up, but i really must be going now," you didn't make it very far before he stopped you.

"hold on a second. you're still tired, i can see it in the way you move. i don't think it would be wise for you to walk alone in your current state. would you let me see you home safely?" it was truly appalling, the sheer amount of bluntness his words held. your pride told you to refuse because you were fine. but common sense was screaming at you to say yes. tiredness tugged at your eyes, blurring your vision and pulling your eyelids down.

again giving a small nod, but he was perceptive enough to pick up on it. as you exited the library, he asked you something, "i don't think i caught your name," oh, right. with how infamous the scribe was, you had already known him, yet he had no clue who you were.

"oh! it's y/n," he mouthed the word a few times, practising how it rolled off his tongue.

"y/n... i quite like that name," you saw the smallest hint of a smile and could've sworn you were hallucinating.

the next time alhaitham went to the library, he didn't bother with his usual assessment of how busy the library was. instead, he headed directly upstairs to your usual spot. one he got to the table, he didn't bother asking to sit, either. he knew you would let him. it had gone largely the same as last time, you fell asleep after an hour or two, and he had woken you up when he left. he walked you home just as he had before, as well.

those walks were always comforting, and though the sun was setting by the time the two of you left, his presence filled you with warmth.

this routine was repeated most days, and you two became quite good friends, often making thoughtful conversation should you see each other. provided you have free time, of course. unfortunately, alhaitham has been running low on just that recently. his position as the scribe became rather demanding, but you weren't too worried. he always made enough time to reach the library to wake you up, and sometimes he got there early enough to read. he wasn't the kind to keep to a routine, but this particular one gave him a semblance of normalcy that he quite liked.

one day, when he arrived at the house of daena, you were nowhere to be found. he felt a sort of... melancholy wash over him. when you had found him the next day and informed him that you simply hadn't the time to go to the library that day, he was glad that it was just a miscalculation, and that it wasn't any fault of his own. in his subconscious, he felt a pang of guilt for not being there lately. he vowed to arrive a bit earlier from now on.

the next day, alhaitham arrived at the time usually he did before he became incredibly busy. he had sat in the seat directly next to you, instead of across the table like usual. you raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it further. "y/n, would you humour me for a moment?"

humour? that was the last word you expected to come from the scribe's lips at this moment. "i guess it depends on what humouring you entails."

"go on a date with me," you nearly choked on your saliva, he didn't hesitate at all, "i just so happen to find your presence more enjoyable than most. is that such a bad thing?"

"not at all! it was just- unexpected," it took a moment to regain your composure, "i'd love to go on a date with you, 'haitham." he raised a brow at the nickname.

"i'll be here same time tomorrow to get you," and then he brought out his book and started reading as if nothing had just happened. once again, his blunt nature served only to shock and confuse you. after a while, sleep caught up to you, as usual. only this time, you had fallen asleep sitting up. strange, alhaitham thought, you always rested your head on the table when falling asleep. he figured you would adjust to lying on the table soon enough. he soon felt something hit his shoulder. as he looked over, he saw your head on his shoulder.

and although his face showed no change in expression he couldn't help but feel his ears get warmer, and for a split second, he could've sworn his heart ached.

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© glazelilysoup 2023 | do not modify or repost

[devsmuses]

need more mlm ships like yesterday...

[fallbefore]

low effort meme call! drop a 🧸 in the replies if you would like some from tadius over at @nofooltadius as well

[moondustlings]

writing did not come tonight, so i did the next best thing: made new muses with faces i've been wanting to use. see below for some (possible, more test at this point) additions.

maya chen, early 20s college student studying creative writing; part-time baker at stepmother's café

melina hale, late 20s (immortal) paranormal investigator and protector of the dead demigod, daughter of hades

harper lane, early 30s freelance emotional healer and spiritual consultant (read: witch)

serena taylor, late 20s singer/performer

nora whitaker, late 20s professional chef/restaurateur

[loetise]

the allie fleur urge to just. climb on top of whoever's closest

[turningdivine]

quick back and forth? plotless? spicy? angsty? please?

[scarlett-clivesdale-crane]

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*Scarlett walks into Roller-Rama, the bright lights inside immediately hurting her eyes as she squints* "Agh- damn-.." *she mutters, looking around. mostly towards the arcade games*

"This place is pretty big-!"

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@guts-in-hatchetfield [OOC: okay, i hope its alr to @ you for this, if not i can remove this!]

[crims0nheadache]

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˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ABOUT :

✧ name: minako (美奈子) nakamura (中村)

✧ socials: @ prettysailormina

✧ pronouns: she/her

✧ age: 28

✧ birthday: may 28th

✧ job(s):

media influencer & koko's personal assistant: with her position in bonten, minako needs something to mask what really brings in the majority of her income. (or lack thereof, if you ask her.) she's been tasked with following up with kokonoi and his various, extensive needs with the added fun of social media influencer. honey trapper: while her day job provides her with a little bit of... enrichment, if you will. she's bonten's resident honey trapper, gathering up information for the criminal syndicate. however, not by choice. her older brother had gotten into a little trouble with manjiro and made him, disappear. he's still kicking, though, so it's alright. and since mina has no other family left but that blockhead, she's got no choice but to help cut him free and pay off his debt. issue is, after doing this for so long, will she want to let it go when she's done? who knows.

✧ personality:

(+) Adaptable, versatile, communicative & witty, intellectual, eloquent, spunky.

(-) Tense, manipulative, inconsistent, cunning, resentful, quick-tempered.

✧ physical: Midlength, wavy hair. Bangs are a green color. The rest of her hair is black but the ends ombré out to the same color as her bangs. Eye color is a dark grey. She is 5’2” with a slim build. 

✧ love language: gift giving & quality time

✧ relationships: she's very loyal and devoted in her relationships. whether it be platonic, familial, or romantic. she can be a little skittish at best when she's first warming up to people, but this is due to her background and everything she's had to endure as a child. but once she lets loose good luck shaking her off.

✧ alignment: switch. bottom leaning. brat.

✧ background:

Minako and her older brother Shima were born to wealthy parents just outside of Tokyo. Most of their early childhood years were spent traveling, their father launching a company that had ties to America had the pair consistently moving back and forth, making it difficult for the two to really make any friends. Shima is four years older than Mina and had always stuck by her side. By the time the two of them were old enough to refuse the constant travel and take care of themselves, they opted to stay in Tokyo under the supervision of aunts and uncles. Ones who were rarely around, an every now check in. But for the two of them, they didn't mind. From an early age they really only depended on one another. During this time Shima got involved in gangs for fun, not that he needed the money, but he needed something to occupy his time with. This lead to him spending most of his time with the gentlemen (if you can call them that) of the S62 era. Mina knew of his friends, came across them in passing and befriended a few of them. But she never got too close to the gang life. An unfortunate outcome to a gang battle had Shima getting arrested and leaving Minako to fend for herself. By the time her brother had made it out she was already halfway making a living for herself and it didn't take long for Shima to find himself in more trouble. Except this time it was with Manjiro Sano and Bonten. Which is where Mina finds herself now, working and completing favors for them to pay off her brothers debt and ensure his safety.

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