#𝐢. post / in character.

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I'M SO FUCKING TIRED !!! !111!!!!!111!!!!!11!!

[wistrea]

@kingmaketh sent: ♡ loyalty is 5 right? right?? send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

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OK HEAR ME OUT, DON'T BE MAD ASLKDFJ i like what we've talked about them a lot, especially the idea of the possibility of cole trusting her whole heartedly if he expanded his horizons a little more. if it's in the context of hotd, kira grew up in starfall where knighthood was such an honor, especially because her kin has the tradition of bestowing the title of sword of the morning, so obviously cole as a knight himself and his position was enough to garner interest initially. but the more she gets to know him, the thing you mentioned before of them sparring together? being able to witness the strength of his blade for herself? you can expect her to be asking him to spar constantly now. so these are definitely subject to change the more she tries to persuade him to see a little more of the world and maybe explore a little more freedom, which could be seen as almost a bad influence in regards to his oaths as a knight and all, but that's what she's here for!

[windfought-a]

@pietys​​

              ❛     i've been meaning to ask     ...     ❜     not one for conversation starters,     is he   ?     ❛     how do you feel so far with healing   ?     have you grown accustomed to it,     or is it too different from what you're used to   ?     ❜

[fatesfought]

do you erp

              ❛     i do.     ❜     &    so does one cocky smirk form on his lips.     ❛     real question is     ...     think ya got the gil for it    ?     ❜     at a meager 50,000,000 gil per hour,     the warrior of light's rates were exceptionally high.

[tm1o-a]

#𝐓𝐌𝟏𝐎! › independent / semi selective / low activity a 18+ 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄'𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄, featuring both original and canon characters from various games in the series with canon divergent elements. brought to you by 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 / 𝐒𝐂𝐏! ( 27 y/o, italian, any pronouns )

i tend to explore a variety of topics in my threads, which might include heavier and darker ones. consequently, triggering content might be present in this blog, and i ALWAYS tag it. if you need something specific tagged, or if i forgot any tag, just send me a message!

RULES, MUSES LIST and ART CREDITS are found UNDER THE CUT!

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄' 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋! → ( all sideblogs of this one! ) ecliidse › nanu from pokémon sun&moon timeskippcd › ingo from pokémon legends: arceus truebeginnings › trainer red, sun&moon timeline centred olimdise › professor sada and professor turo, scarlet&violet. heavy spoilers!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

o1. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋. common etiquette applies: BE RESPECTFUL! that’s pretty much all i ask for. as mentioned above i’m LOW ACTIVITY and won’t be super present. i will always reply, sooner or later, but expect long times! i’m NON-MUTUAL FRIENDLY, but i do tend to be a little selective with who i roleplay with. remember that MUN AND MUSES ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE, and what they think or do might not reflect what i would think or do.

o2. 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. the prompts lists i reblog NEVER EXPIRE, and you don’t have a cap on how many you can send me! SEND AS MANY AND AS OFTEN AS YOU WISH, regardless of how “old” the list is, with or without plotting! any questions are always welcome, both ic and ooc! just please make it clear if you’re talking to me or my muses, especially if you’re going for a heavy hitting question or statement.

o3. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒. my turns usually get really long: i tend to write multi-para and novella, and often don’t use any icon and minimal formatting. DON’T WORRY ABOUT MATCHING MY LENGTH OR STYLE. write as much as you like, being it more or less than me, and use any graphic you wish, i have no problems at all! i only ask you to write at least enough for me to work with on my next turn, so a couple of lines at least, and to keep the formatting readable. IF I NEED TO MODIFY ANYTHING, LET ME KNOW! i have no problems in modifying or straight up rewriting a turn. i’m open to roleplay pretty much anything, from the light and fun ideas to extremely delicate and dark topics, but i’m not interested in smut, as it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

o4. 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. i don’t require it for us to roleplay, but I ADORE IT! from pre-established relationships to entire plots to develop and roleplay together, if you have an idea, throw it at me! i’m open to have multiple plots with each character, and even with the same person: if there is something i love roleplaying for, is to see how differently things can evolve based on circumstances! basically, i just enjoy putting together ideas and writing, haha. so never fear of throwing ideas at me, i have never enough of them!

o5. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. while it is not a main focus for me, i easily get invested in ships and enjoy writing them! I GLADLY EXPLORE ALMOST ANY KIND OF SHIPS, unrequited and one night stands included. for toxic relationships i INSIST we plot it beforehand, and set our boundaries before writing absolutely anything about it. i ship characters that have some alchemy and am a big fan of slow-burns, unfortunately for me, so those are the ones that i’ll prefer. I’M NOT INTERESTED IN THE CHEATER TROPE, SO ANY NEW SHIP WILL BE IN ITS OWN TIMELINE. i do roleplay some suggestive but am highly selective with who i write it with. SMUT MAKES ME EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE, so i avoid it entirely.

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒. avatar is an official gastly sprite from the games / decidueye pixel art in header by ahruon / green pastel dividers made by firefly-graphics

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 team umbra admin MIANFEI | tag / sheet / info / wishlist team umbra enforcer FIRETRUCK | tag / sheet / info / wishlist eterian detective HUMBERT | tag / sheet / info / wishlist

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[hidesinhisarchived]

Name: Jeffrey “Jeff” Darby Faceclaim: Z. Q/uinto Age: Late 30s, early 40s Connection: Mark’s first “official” boyfriend Relationship Length: Just under two years ( 1987-1989 ) Sexuality: Gay Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, mental and verbal abuse, financial abuse, drug addiction, mentions / hints of B/DS/M, codependency, implied non-consent, overall abusive relationship

HIV / AIDS Status: Negative ( at the time that he and Mark dated ) About: Jeff Darby was a former stockbroker turned art gallery owner and well known collector of the beautiful, the quirky, and the macabre. He’s very closed off about his past, often inventing tales about his history that vary in degrees of fantastical. Thanks to his gallery, Jeff is very connected to powerful individuals, from politicians to producers to actors and writers. He has the ability to make or break careers in just about any art related field, a power that he wields like a tool. He’s also a dangerous individual and there are rumors that he’s connected to various mob families, although it’s never been confirmed. First Meeting: Mark and Jeff originally met on Fire Island in 1980 during Mark’s first breakup with Maureen. Collins had convinced Mark to join him and a group of his buddies for the weekend to try and work through the pain that the breakup had caused. It was Collins first time on the island as an openly gay man and he managed to convince Mark to join him for “moral support.” Unbeknownst to Mark, this was actually Collins’s first subtle attempt ( of many over the years ) to try and get Mark to realize that he was not fully straight. 

After settling in, Mark and Collins went to one of the many parties being thrown and quickly became separated. Mark awkwardly wandered the party with his camera, torn between attempting to join in and simply leaving now that Collins didn’t have a grip on him and hiding in their rented vacation house. Jeff spotted Mark from across the room and saw the young ( barely 20 ) filmmaker and immediately knew that he would be easy pickings for him. 

Jeff captured Mark’s attention by stealing his camera, claiming that he didn’t allow recordings at his parties. He then slowly drew Mark away from the crowds by taunting him with the camera, eventually pulling him into a private room. It wasn’t long before he had convinced Mark to do a line of cocaine to get his camera back and things simply spiraled from there. The filmmaker spent the entire weekend as Jeff’s “pet,” which resulted in him not only having his first gay experience but also his first full B(D/SM experience as well. He sobered up and managed to slip away very late Saturday night / very, very early Sunday morning after Jeff had passed out. A group of lesbians found the very dazed and bruised Mark wandering near Jeff’s house, trying to find his way back. 

Realizing that Jeff had had his claws in him, they took pity on Mark and took him back to their place to help him clean up before guiding him back to Collins. When Mark admitted to not wanting to tell Collins about what happened, they covered for him by saying that he’d been with them all weekend. Since no names were exchanged during this little tryst, there was no easy way for Jeff to find Mark again after his escape, something that Mark was thankful for.

Reconnection: The two men crossed paths again in early 1987 during Mark’s first public screening of Proof Positive. Jeff strode right up to Mark after the showing, properly introducing himself to the filmmaker and acting as if they’d never met before. Mark was taken aback at seeing Jeff again, fully remembering what happened the one and only time that he went to Fire Island, but managed to remain cordial ( if not a little awkward ). After a few minutes of conversation, he began to get lulled into a sense of safety and confidence that Jeff had been too coked out to remember him. It wasn’t until Jeff cornered him in the bathroom that he revealed that he very much remembered Mark and still was a little miffed that the filmmaker had “rudely” snuck out on him all those years ago.

Still, he claimed to not hold it against Mark and offered to take him out to dinner to discuss his future. By this time, Mark knew who he was and was fully aware of his make or break reputation. He was incredibly hesitant to agree, especially considering their original meeting. Roger and Maureen were against it because they had a bad feeling about Jeff. Joanne was against it because she knew Jeff’s reputation all too well and knew several lawyers who were trying to get enough dirt on him to get him on criminal charges. Collins was hesitant because he knew Jeff’s reputation, but he also understood that this was one of Mark’s best chances of finally getting his foot in the door. Eventually, Mark decided to take the chance and agreed to dinner. However, it had to be in a public place and he made it very, very clear to Jeff that he would leave if he felt uncomfortable at any point during the night.

Jeff was careful in how he handled things with Mark, knowing that he wanted the filmmaker under his control and as part of his ‘collection.’ Still, he also knew that the wrong move would send Mark fleeing into the night without a second thought. So, Jeff turned on the charm and absolutely amplified it. He apologized for how he acted during the original tryst, admitting that he always got way too rough when he was coked out like that. He then offered to connect Mark to people who could help him get his film out, even introducing him to a producer friend that night that he’d arranged to meet them.

It took a little work, but Jeff eventually wore Mark’s walls down and sank his claws into him. In a nutshell what followed was: Mark coming out of the closet to his friends as bisexual, Jeff and Mark officially dating, and Mark gaining a bit of a coke dependency thanks to Jeff. The two of them dated for almost two years, during which Jeff was incredibly controlling and easily jealous, especially of Roger because he could see how much Mark loved the musician. 

There were a lot of arguments, all of which stopped just short of actual physical abuse. There were times where Jeff really got into Mark’s head and tore the filmmaker down, over and over again. It took almost two years, but the gang ( including Benny, shockingly ) managed to convince Mark to leave him. Then, knowing that Jeff wouldn’t let the filmmaker go so easily, managed to convince Mark to briefly leave New York until things settled and Jeff moved onto the next shiny thing. Mark only agreed to leave if Roger went with him because he feared for the musician’s safety when Jeff discovered that Mark had taken off.

[zhongrin]

— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.

⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢

┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.

◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇

The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior

◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇

Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇

This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.

◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.

Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.

There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).

◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.

◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇

This is a super casual project.

Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.

Novel format without narration (full dialogs).

There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.

There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.

Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.

Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.

Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.

I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇

No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.

I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!

◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇

hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace

⟐ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 🄸 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 🄸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⟐

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ do not repost or share without permission. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

[redclercs]

DELICATE ✰ CHARLES LECLERC

❝'𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞❞

WHEN YOUR reputation is crashing and burning around you, the last thing you need is a boy with pretty eyes who drives a fast car and makes you feel things you really shouldn't be feeling.

✑ charles leclerc x actress! reader series.

✑ general warnings: slow burn, strong language, bullying, sexual themes, f1 race calendar is a mess and it's fixed to fit the story, lots of taylor swift references, the pictures used in this series don't represent the exact looks of the main character and are just for entertainment's sake. please refer to each chapter for specific warnings.

✑ listen to the official soundtrack!

✑ for delicate related posts, check out #📖 delicate (asks) and #⚙️ the garage;delicate (wip), beware of spoilers!

INTRO: who is y/n anyway? ew

i. my reputation's never been worse

ii. do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?

iii. one for the money, two for the show

iv. you and me would be a big conversation

v. i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this.

vi. do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

vii. all of my enemies started out friends

viii. 'cause i know that it's delicate

ix. i'm so sick of running as fast as can

x. what a shame she’s fucked in the head

INTERLUDE: this is why we can't have nice things.

xi. it’s okay we’re the best of friends

xii. oh no, i’m falling in love again.

xiii. and all the pieces fall, right into place

xiv. this feels like the calm before the storm.

xv. he was sunshine, I was midnight rain

xvi. it hits different 'cause it's you

xvii. tba

xviii. tba

[muutosarchive]

🔥

i think people put too much weight on celebrities &. what they do / who they associate with. fc discourse is absolutely ridiculous, &. it's brain rot to focus on, or even search for any perceived micro-agression. these people should just admit they want someone new to hate &. call me when we start paying people to use them for our stupid little oc's.

🍒 @ashenwinds 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃  ↪ for an unpopular opinion

[wistrea]

@fatedriven sent: ❝ i like this position. it’s quite comfortable. ❞ — sylus

fatigue seeps into the marrow of her bones,    the feeling of her magic slowly replenishing itself as naturally as the circulation of blood in her veins lulling her towards a drowsy state,    but the warmth of sylus’s embrace is what seems to persuade her into this comfortable silence.      it was strange,   for the very mention of his name would have easily given others a restless night from the fear that the utterance would have commanded;    the witch,   however,   seems to find no problem as she lay atop the broad expanse of his chest.    her arms were wrapped loosely around his torso while her head rested right above where his heart should be.    her ease should not be mistaken for a lack of fear,    for only a fool would not be wary of sylus …    a testament of her trust,    perhaps?    or affection,   if one dared to suggest such a thing to be capable in what little space lied between them.

a hum is all that she offers in acknowledgement for a moment as she waved a finger,     using her magic to pull the blanket up and cover them both more,      as she nuzzled herself closer into his embrace,    lilac hues refusing to open.       ❛    we can stay like this the whole evening,    then,    if you’d like.    ❜        kira said in a tone that insinuated she would like that very much.      ❛    maybe even the entirety tomorrow …   i can’t seem to think of leaving.    ❜ 

[bambi-slxt]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠:

『𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 / 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩...』

☁️ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧ 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

☁️ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬

✧ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬! 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

☁️ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

✧ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

☁️ 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

✧ 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

☁️ #𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

✧ 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 - 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭��𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠!

☁️ 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞

✧ 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝!

𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠:

🤍 hi loves <3

🤍 i write smut, fluff, and angst about the sturniolo triplets and nathan doe. there will never be y/n, and all of my work is poc!friendly and inclusive of all body types. i'm a bigger girlie myself and all body types are welcome here.

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『𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 / 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶...』

[windfought-a]

unprompted.     /     always accepting !!!

@reapcrbunny​ said  :  hi hello,  what would ur boy's lb3 be if he can achieve it uwu?

hihi!! man, i’m so sorry for the late ass response 😭 it did take me a bit to think about this though. until this question, i liked to think sam’s LB3 was the same one that’s in-game——but i thought: hey, honestly? having a more personalized LB3 for sam would be really nice! mind you, i’m taking a lot of inspiration from custom-made LB3s such as this & this!! (alongside some guilty gear as inspo) so bear with me-

were sam to ever achieve an lb3, i like to think it’d be a full arena revive. just as it is in base game, but the visuals would look different. as soon as he starts charging it up (spreading his arms out, head tilted up towards the heavens), flowers begin to bloom on field of battle; a myriad of white campanulas, accompanied by a ray of moonlight beginning to shine. upon the castbar’s completion, the camera pans to the front of him, a shot focusing on him clasping his hands together, digits intertwine, eyelids shut & his head dips just slightly, beginning a silent prayer. as he falls to his knees, the camera further pans out to reveal the moon & a starry sky above him, enveloping the arena in a bright glow ( nothing blinding; it’s faint, think of the moonlight’s warm glow, the twinkling of the stars. think of the momentary comfort it would provide. the strength to keep fighting ). sam falls to his knees, reverent prayer answer, unbeknownst to him -- his eyelids remain tightly shut, the sky returning to its previous state; the flowers do not wilt, but they fade away from the arena. the moon, the stars, the flowers -- all gone, yet his comrades have been granted life once more.

or, well, at least that’s what i think! hope it sounds good enough ^^

[fatesfought]

/ / .   CONFRONTATION.

❛   ————— hey,   ❜   terse & cold comes the hushed greeting, lids lowered as he drew ever closer.   he’s not one to put much into greetings.   (   not like he has to, his presence alone is overwhelming.   )    ❛   been awfully quiet since we got back,   huh ?    ❜

the heat of the previous battle still lingers in the air  ——  albeit victory had been sought & achieved, there comes the obvious tension that looms between them.   it's thick.   heavy.   could slice it with a knife if you tried.   he's not an idiot, a shift in sam's attitude wasn't going to go unnoticed; call it intuition, it's never wrong.   not his.

❛     i ain't one to complain much,   sam.     ❜     ever the prideful remark from his lips, tough talk from one whose blood boils easily.   one would think the warrior of light to be a humble, noble hero, but he is not that. he is NOT that.   chivalry & have never mixed   (   water & oil, mutually opposed.   ),   doesn't matter what anyone or any thing tells him, nothing's gonna dictate how he's meant to live.   ❛   but,   you've got me curious.   so spit it out.   ❜

as if they moved of their own volition, his legs begin to gravitate towards the shorter miqo'te.   step by step.   closer & closer, the gap between them shortening drastically.   for but a moment, cisma notes the hesitation in the healer's verdant hues, that fear.   he thrives on it.

each step is taken 'till cisma's finally backed him up against the wall.   sandwiched neatly in between, an arm extended & placed at the side of sam's head.&nsbp;  nowhere to run.   the corners of his lips are curving into something damn near malicious, a grin that is unmistakably cisma's.

❛     what's got ya avoidin' me ?     ❜

[tm1o-a]

☀ What's your rp pet peeve? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

give me the tea honey

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

okay, i will admit that i'm not even that sure this is a pet peeve? i'm not. entirely sure i have a pet peeve to begin with sjfjgk, i'm usually very understanding and hold judging regardless ( i mean, i'm the first one who makes mistakes many times, so i really don't feel like putting myself on a pedestal and getting mad at others easily ), but. but. it might come from my problems with the topic, but i get very... i guess nervous? if another roleplayer does an assumption about the sexual tastes of my muse(s), especially if in character. it's not common, it happened to me like twice in my life, maybe, but i really don't like to read a turn where the other muse acts or says something suggestive assuming my characters will like it, or does a commentary in the same way, especially if it's followed by comments like "like everybody does", "like everybody likes"... things like those. once again, it might be because of my problems with the topic, or the fact that i'm asexual and it... kind of feels like i'm being a bit erased, when i read sentences like "this is how everybody does this / likes this". i'm also fully aware that i might just take it worse than i should, but i'm still exploring and nervous about my asexuality, so these kind of things hit me in the wrong spots, probably. :') also let me add that it's just about the suggestive topic, because i usually have no problems at all with characters making assumption! we all do, in a way or another, and it's fun when a character thinks something about another that might be wrong! especially if it brings to one of my favourite tropes, the sweet sweet ✨ underestimating ✨ ( right, handsome jack? <3 ), it's just nice! but when it's about suggestive i just get a bit eeehh,, i guess it's something that makes me uncomfortable more than anything?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

OKKE OKKE take the popcorns, because i'm not... sure it qualifies as me losing my chill, but it's one of those times i didn't just asked sorry and didn't take the blame ( and others said i was right so! power to me! <3 ). it's not a new story, so you might have heard it before, but regardless! i was playing in a play-by-chat and was enjoying my time there so much, with an oc that was a bijoux, one of the races the site gave - basically, a human who could turn into a cat, and i adored the race mostly because all us bijoux were not an organization, but a family, and it felt so so good. </3 it was amazing, i miss those days. but! in this site there were also vampires ( which, fun fact about me for anyone who doesn't know, i hate vampires. unless you give me a good interpretation like in dresden files, or make them 100% monsters like in bloodborne, i see a vampire and go EUGH ), which of course were the most popular race, and between them there was this one character that i ended up playing with. it wasn't bad, i might not like vampire but i'm not avoiding them, i always enjoy a good thread regardless of vampires, but at some point the vampire uses an ability on my character that allows him to control the direction of my character's thoughts for 24 hours. mind you, the direction of their thoughts. not their thoughts, even less their actions, just the general direction they can go. basically, if the vampire wanted my character to feel antipathy for someone else, he could, but he couldn't order him to straight up hate or kill the other. being a play-by-chat, the 24 hours were actual 24 hours and the thread is "in real time", meaning you would stay on chat and play in rapid turns until the end. if i have a play-by-chat thread now, it actually happens today at this hour, basically. but at some point the player tells me that they can't continue the thread because they have a commitment, to which i reply no problem! it was also usual to pause a thread and finish it as soon as possible in the next days in case it was needed, so we decide to play the next day, but i tell him i was booked for another thread as well for the next day. he says no problem, alright, bye! the next day, well. i was playing with my bijoux family, because i was booked up for it with them, as i said, and it was for the afternoon while the guy was free only in the evening. we're playing and having a good time, when the vampire's player suddenly comes in my dms and starts accusing me, yeah, accusing me! of ignoring our thread and deciding by myself, because he had plans for the ability and now i was ruining everything with this new thread!! how dared i!! his master plan was gone now!!! that was a time when i would beg sorry and hide at the first misunderstanding due to bad experiences, but this was... probably it was so sudden? that i just replied him that no, that's not true. you said you were okay with me having another thread before the end of ours, and in the current thread i was being very careful of not touching any point we were discussing in the paused one, to not ruin any idea that he was having. once again, he couldn't control my character, just the direction of his thoughts, and he was very specific about what he was asking him ( which i can't remember at the moment, but it had nothing to do with his family! ). moral of the story, he literally said "you're wrong, i'm right, good-fucking-bye i'm not roleplaying with you ever again", and when i talked about this with the player that was the ooc head of the bijoux she laughed and said "no yeah, he does it all the time, you did good. he's isolating himself in the community because of the way he acts.", and i felt validated sjfkfglh like, seriously, we were there to have fun. i wasn't going to be left feeling guilty because another person thought he was the king of the world.

𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚. / @infernalpursuit

[maypearlss]

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨! OUTDATED!

hello hello, and welcome to my writeblr, aka the place i'll be using to help develop and share content about my wips and writing! i have, admittedly, created this blog on a whim, but i'm hoping i'll be able to make something fun out of it, so feel free to stick around if any of my posts or wips grab you!

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ⋆｡°✩

my name's moriah (or mor, if you prefer), and i'm an 18-year-old writer from the united states! i love rock music, vampires, and the color red, among about a hundred other things! i'm also a huge movie fan on top of being a reader, and a good 90% of my inspiration comes from the movies and tv shows i enjoy (the other 10% comes from whatever music gets stuck in my head at the time). feel free to dm me whenever, i love to chat!

also, please note that this is a side blog, and my main blog (the blog i follow from) is @sh0ckrot!

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋆｡°✩

⋆ i used to write exclusively fantasy and sci fi, but now i've begun branching out into the genres of "whatever the hell i feel like," and so far, it's been very fun!

⋆ most (if not all) of my writing is adult or, at the very least, geared towards a mature audience—i'm not a biggest fan of the book rating system, so i just like to say that all of my wips would fall under an "r" rating if they were movies.

⋆ i almost have to physically restrain myself from adding vampires or vampire-adjacent creatures to every single fantasy wip i create, oops!

⋆ expect lots of bisexual main characters, because if i can't find the representation i want somewhere else, i'm sure as hell gonna write it myself!

⋆ i love my romance subplots but i cannot read or write straight-up romance for the life of me—

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬 ⋆｡°✩

the nona incident! historical fiction, drama, romance, thriller — tag: #wip : the nona incident!

sunset strip gothic supernatural romance, horror — tag: #wip : sunset strip gothic

adriana & the undead weird western, supernatural, romance — tag: #wip : adriana & the undead

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝!

- 𝐦𝐨𝐫 <𝟑

[creamyavocadosoup]

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫?

a/n: hi everyone!! thank you so much for 1k likes across my works! i was in actual disbelief when i got that notif. i thank you all so much for the love. i dont rly do celebration posts and such but i still thank you all sm for it ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) i haven't had much chance to write this piece so its been sitting in the drafts for a little bit but!! i have a break coming up so im hoping to do some writing then. also this is not proofread so forgive me.

characters: rtte!hiccup x fem!reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited (?) pining, hiccup being angy, mentions of not eating and getting hurt, almost fainting, implied almost death (astrid), near death experience, fighting, blood (got wounded)

here's part 2: take a chance with me

The salty breeze wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, sounds of the waves crashing on the shore almost lulling me to sleep after such a long couple of days. Had it not been for the sweat rolling off me, or the ache in each movement, I would have no doubt fallen asleep.

"She almost died, [Name]!" his voice boomed, his gaze so piercing it had me pinned frozen in the clubhouse across from him.

"We had a plan and you didn't stick to it. Gods knows what would have happened if the rest of the team hadn't been there to clean up your mess," he looked at me, the disappointment so apparent in his eyes it burned through the protective barrier around my heart, "And now they got away with the Dragon Eye!" his hands banged on the table, the loud noise nearly scaring me half to death and causing me to jump in my spot.

Astrid almost died. Because of me.

My throat ached, feeling like it loathed with the body it was in, rejecting this emotion that coursed through my body so intensely. My eyes burned, so terribly that I had nearly convinced myself they were acid, all in an attempt to swallow down the emotions and hope to tuck them in a corner of my mind somewhere, never to be seen or felt again.

"Maybe I was a fool to think you were ready for this." he muttered under his breath, but I heard it so clearly and the rest of the riders did too.

The said blonde laid a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, silently asking him to take a breather and calm for a moment, but he only shook it off, the irritation still clearly running hot in his veins. He stormed off, hurriedly flying away with Toothless, not a single glance back at me.

Astrid only sighed, silently approaching me, and the rest of the gang stood motionless on the other side of the room. Even the twins were uncharacteristically quiet, which had unnerved me more than I had let on. She rubbed my shoulders, allowing me words of comfort but I hadn't heard any of it despite looking right at her.

I mumbled a few words before scurrying off, making a beeline for my hut and hoping to shroud myself in the four walls and indulge in isolation. I thanked Thor for a moment due to my hut being farther than the main base, giving me ample privacy.

My emotions had only caused me to hit the targets harder, to push myself further, until I was sure something like this wouldn't happen again. What if Hiccup was right?

My winged companion whined worriedly beside me but I was too far past the point of comprehension to even realize that I was littered in tiny cuts and bruises, and my limbs had ached for a while now. But I ignored it, not even close to being content with my progress in training.

I laid in my bed, nearly motionless for the past 24 hours. Not even the sound of multiple knocks and quips from the different riders, nor my stomach growling had given me any energy to move. All my windows had been shut, allowing little to no sunlight into the room. The darkness had allowed for me to continuously slip in and out of slumber, the time passing faster than I thought it was due to it.

By the third day, I had resorted to aggressively cleaning every inch of my house, not wanting to drown in the thoughts and providing myself with a distraction. I still hadn't opened the door but had at least opened a few windows to let in some light.

Hiccup coming to knock on my door almost had me stopping in my tracks, but I chose to tune him out, not wanting to deal with that whole situation at the moment. I needed time to process the emotions and think clearly and rationally before I could face him again. I needed to improve and be sure there's been a significant improvement before he can see me again.

It took me four days, four whole days, to allow the simmering emotions to bubble over and explode to whatever mess I had become now. On a random beach at another island, training like my life depended on it with virtually no one but my dragon as my witness, and it was comforting to say the least.

The guilt from Hiccup's words had hit me like a truck, the possible outcomes of my choices in the heat of the moment and how it had almost cost one of my closest friends' lives. It made frustration build up inside me with each missed blow, each kick, each strike.

I had gotten so absorbed in my own emotions that I didn't hear or even notice the multiple footsteps of unwanted guests on the same beach. All I heard was the violent roar of my dragon and I turned around to see one of the Dragon Hunters on the ground.

I readily hurried my stance, thanking the Gods I was already holding one of my weapons, and cursed to myself. 'Fuck how did they manage to sneak up on me? Was I really that distracted?'

My vision flit between the hunters as they slowly and carefully stepped towards me, their weapons glinting under the sun. I knew I was at a disadvantage, my bruised and battered body would not be able to out-fight all of them. So I have to be smart, and figure out a way to get out unscathed.

It was quiet as we only stared at each other. This was odd, I thought, why aren't they attacking? Before I could ask questions, a familiar voice caught my attention as he walked up from the ship and onto shore.

"Ryker." I spat. Gripping my weapon tightly, I glared at the man in front of me.

"Quite good timing that I catch you here alone, hm?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he looked down at me, "Take her and her dragon." He ordered, the men around him charging at me at once from all different directions.

Over my dead body, I thought, no way are they taking my dragon! "[D/N] let's go!" The sound of metals clashing and explosions were all I heard as I parried all oncoming attacks my way as best I could and so did my dragon.

Heavy breathing and heavy limbs were all I felt as I slowed and struggled to keep up with my enemies. In a moment of weakness, I felt a blade slash through my side. Warm blood quickly trickled down my hip as I screamed out in pain.

A loud roar was all I heard before seeing a big explosion and my enemies knocked unconscious onto the floor. My dragon wasted no time and hurriedly picked me up before flying away to return to the edge, narrowly missing the arrows being shot our way.

I breathed heavily, clutching my side with one hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding, and my other holding onto my dragon so I don't fall into the ocean. The ride had felt extremely long and I could feel myself slipping from reality as more blood poured from the wound.

Blearily, I looked around my surroundings as I felt myself being placed softly onto what smelt like grass. I barely recognized my hut in the near distance and the garden I was growing beside it as my dragon hurriedly grabbed medical supplies.

Thankfully he already knew which ones to grab from seeing me patch up the other riders over and over again, and brought over gauzes and pastes. I huffed and groaned, trying and dragged to prop myself on a nearby tree to properly dress my wound.

"[D/N], get me water... water please." I was feeling exhausted but I knew subconsciously that I couldn't fall asleep now, or it would create even more difficult consequences.

My winged friend quickly grabs and brings over a pail of water to me. Taking off my armor and lifting my shirt, which was already slashed through anyways, I assessed my wound and figured it hadn't gone deep enough to rupture any organs or I would have much worse symptoms.

While cleaning my wound, a soft thumping and pairs of footsteps sounded before they spoke. "[Name]? Where are you? What happened?"

I didn't speak, focusing on stitching myself up and not crying. [D/N] however quickly beckoned them over and they quickened their paces, soon surrounding me with their bodies. The riders were shocked upon seeing my state and Hiccup had briskly told all of them to turn away from me.

Familiar warm hands were placed on my arms, "[Name]," Hiccup spoke softly. My vision blurred and my throat tightened, making it harder to stop the tears from falling, "Let me help you with that. Please." His voice was small yet firm, a hint of pleading lying underneath. Yet it was still caring, and warm, and it filled the cracking crevices in my resolve as I pulled away to let him work.

"Astrid, refill the bucket. Fishlegs, grab me more gauze and paste. And get some of the stuff Gothi gave us." The two nodded, ambling away quietly as Hiccup diligently worked on my wound. "Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout, grab one of her shirts and get her hut prepared." Surprisingly, there wasn't any complaints or jokes from the trio, only diligent nods and they went straight to work. Thus the only sound between us was the soft rustling of the trees in the wind, and my voice hissing at the pain of being stitched up.

"It was-" I gulped, trying to swallow down the burning feeling, "It was Ryker." Hiccup's hands stopped only for a moment and stayed quiet, so I took it as a sign to continue.

"He-He ambushed me. While I was on another island, training." I added, however the pain had teetered into being unbearable causing a whimper to escape my throat.

Luckily Hiccup had finished with the needle and moved onto wrapping it, an ever-present ache there but it was much better than the searing pain I had felt moments ago. Hiccup reached beside me and covered my chest with my torn shirt.

"I'm sorry."

I slowly blinked my eyes as I raised my head to take a good look at his face. His hair was disheveled, more than usual, and his under-eyes slightly darker. He had this seemingly perpetual small furrow in between his brows.

But his eyes were still that beautiful green that I had fallen in love with at first sight. One could argue that his slightly bloodshot eyes complimented the green but I couldn't feel much happiness knowing it was because he was losing sleep over me.

His voice was quiet, dripping with sorrow and regret and it had me pursing my lips, my heart feeling tight.

"I'm sorry I said those things. They were out of anger but they don't excuse how it had hurt you." he continued, his pinky carefully linking with mine. He was testing the waters, afraid I would push him away once more but to be honest, I was too tired to even formulate a response.

"Hiccup..." I whispered, softly curling my finger around his. He looked into my eyes, hesitant to hear what I would say.

"I'm tired." I breathed out. My eyes blinked often, already on the verge to dreamland. He nods wordlessly, picking me up with barely any effort it seems, and bringing me inside my hut. Thankfully it seems like the twins and Snotlout have already finished with cleaning up my place.

Hiccup helped me into the shirt they picked before tucking me into my bed. His hands were comforting, brushing away loose hairs from my face. But it was fleeting, much like most of his touches towards me. Like it burned him, or he was disgusted by it.

He makes sure I'm settled well but before he could get comfy on the edge of the bed beside me, Astrid's voice is heard through the door. "Hiccup?" she calls, and his head quickly whips to the direction of her.

A small frown creeps up onto my face yet thankfully Hiccup only thinks of it as caused by my injury when he turns back to look at me. He smiles, a little unsure and an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes, as he reaches out to tuck a stray hairs away from my face.

"Sleep well. I'll be right here." he murmured. I only heard the soft sound of wood creaking and warm, green eyes before falling asleep.

note: guys,,, i've been gone so long?? literally ive been so busy T-T also got friendzoned before the summer so that was great. ANYWAYS!! if u liked this, i would so love to hear ur thoughts. and!! there may or may not be a part two to this too hehe