#Mun: sorry if you were having fun keeping them around

[golden-explosions-main]

❤️- *Aaaaand they're awake. They take his playful gesture as him basically asking for a fight! They lunge at him with incredible speeds, their knife swinging at one of his petals. Their trying to slice one off, but at the very least they manage to cut one a bit. They're fast and aggressive and constantly on-guard. Maybe not the best idea to mess with them..*

Flowey immediately and automatically drops his hand and rolls back as the younger Frisk speeds at him.

Flowey: "WHOA, THAT WAS NOT AN AGGRESSIVE-!" But he loses his train of thought as they take a swipe at his petal, it doesn't hurt, but it certainly catches him off guard.

Automatically he raises his metal arms to block the attacks. Flowey: "Where'd you go, Sans?! Chucky is a fast little-,"

Sans, from off-screen: "just hang on, help is coming,"

After a quick swing that almost involves the knife getting wedged into one of the arms, Flowey gets impatient and angrier by the second and whips a vine at Frisk's hand holding the knife, slapping them painfully a few times before they drop it.

Without hesitation, Flowey grabs Frisk up tightly with his robotic arms, holding them firmly in place.

Flowey: "Get HUGGED, brat!"

Then-! Sans types in a few commands on the computer connected to the Cam and hits enter, and within seconds, Frisk vanishes within Flowey's robo arms, finally going back to their Universe.

Flowey: "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Sans: "dunno, looked like it was you antagonizing a kill-happy t-,"

Flowey: "NOT THAT! You sent them HOME! Why didn't you do that earlier?!"

Sans: "sorry kid, it was funny to see you two interact,"

Flowey: "Ugh! You're so annoying!!"

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

So...anything new with the little kids? How are the others doing now?

((Well, I can't say but I'm sure the others can. If you wish I can write something with another for you so give me a moment please. Oh and Shdwkyz belongs to @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

It seems like another calm afternoon for everyone in NYC, however it seems some others were enjoying it as well.

Sai was wearing his normal wear while holding his daughter's hand. He was drinking a frozen drink while looking ahead though he was enjoying his day along with his little snake.

Rosa was sitting next to him, eating some snack he got her while they are having their father/daughter day hang out. Today was a day off for the royals but she was happy while showing a cute expression knowing she was spending time with her dad today.

Even Sai finds it precious seeing the happy expression on her face even seeing her having fun. Just like her mother.

"Enjoying the sweet little snake?" he asked seeing Rosa looks to nod, her hand still holding the snack in her little hand.

"Yes, I am. Thank you for getting me this daddy I really like it." she said but Sai smiled to pet her head as she closed her eyes smiling. Seeing the white and purple snake hissing while relaxing around her shoulders.

"I'm glad seems like father and daughter day was a success for us huh?" he asked.

"Yeah it was! I really had so much fun! I can't wait to go again for another one." she said even with Sai smiling a bit more.

"I know, I know. Even so, I can't wait as well. Though, you also do spend time with your mom as well little one." he said but Rosa knew since she was happy for that.

"I know. Spending time with mommy is just as fun with you too daddy."

"True. Oh speaking of your mommy, she says she would be having a surprise for you later today when we get home. Though, I'm sure it's something special." he said while standing up.

"Really? I can't wait dad but I guess it makes two because I got her something too!" she said happy.

"I hope she'll love the flowers I picked out for her thanks to you helping me out papa." she said seeing the two flowers she got from the shop. Sai always knew Rosa picks them to give Vivi something. It was so sweet of her.

"I'm sure she will. Now, lets finish up our snacks and we can head back home okay? We shouldn't keep mama waiting for us."

"Okay!" she smiled as the two keep on eating.

Meanwhile.....

Vivi was humming while fixing up some snacks for her family while she was cutting up some fruit. She knew Sai took their daughter out today so it was nice for them to spend time together. She does the same with Rosa at home and out so it was good for her to go out.

She had her void snakes helping while moving some things around or seeing some little ones curled up under the sun by the window. She had her white hair up today but looking to taste of the strawberries she got from Ophelia's garden. She always did make the best fruit since they come out nice and fresh.

Next time, she might ask if she could buy some apples from her to make some pie later in the future. She'll have to ask her when she sees her again.

In a moment, she heard the door open to keep cutting up some oranges now. "Mommy! Were back!" Vivi blinks to look over seeing her daughter and her husband.

"Welcome back you two. Did you enjoy your day?" she smiled seeing Rosa run over and happily hugs her by the legs as Vivi hugs back. She did set the knife down before they came in and bends down to hold her daughter's little face kissing her face. She heard some giggled from the kisses.

She picks up Rosa in her arms but saw Sai who walks over to kiss Vivi on the lips. She blushed from the kiss while he breaks it. "Sorry were late."

"Your not late, Your just in time. I was just finishing up something but I'm glad to hear you two had fun." she laughed sweetly but looks to Rosa who was smiling.

"Oh, that reminds me, our little snake went to the store to get you something."

"Got me something?" She said seeing Rosa nod smiling.

"Yeah I did! See?" she was excited that she goes to get it and shows the flowers she got.

"Here mommy. I got these for you from the shop." she said seeing purple flowers. Vivi blinks but she smiled to look at them.

"Did you now? How beautiful. Thank you so much, sweetie." she said kissing Rosa's cheek. She smiled softly but felt Vivi set her down while she looks to her taking the flowers carefully.

"How about you help me find a vase and we can put them in some water alright dear?"

"Okay mom!" Vivi sees Rosa go to find one while She smiled seeing Shdwkyz walk over holding her close.

"I still can't believe we have a daughter...though, I'm happy." he said but Vivi smiled.

"Same. Even for me..I was not expecting to have this sort of life. Being married, having a daughter...and....having someone love me for who I am." she mutters and yet Shdwkyz looks to her only to hold her close.

"Trust me; I was not expecting this myself but seems like faith had other plans huh?" he saw Vivi agree only for them to smile then see Rosa carefully carrying a purple vase as she saw Sai take it and goes to set it down.

"Alright lets fill this with some water." He said picking Rosa up and helps her fill the vase up with water. As this went on, vivi smiled holding the flowers when Sai takes the vase full with water out and sets it near the window. Vivi puts the flowers inside and smiled.

"Perfect. Again, thank you sweetie for the flowers." Vivi said as she touches Rosa's head seeing the little one smile nuzzling against her dad.

"Your welcome mom. Dad helped me pick them out. I got them because their your favorite and it reminds dad of how beautiful your eyes are to him." she said seeing Sai tense blushing but Vivi blinks to smirk crossing her arms over her chest.

"Did he now?"

"Ummm.....you could say that." he mutters looking away even if Vivi chuckled to go and kiss her husband's cheek sweetly. He blushed worse hearing his daughter giggling.

"Well, seems our little Rosa has good taste just like her father. Thank you for helping her pick the flowers." she said hearing Sai clear his throat.

"S..sure..." he said.

"Now, since your both him. Remember that suprise I was going to make for you? Well, it's your favorite: strawberry cakes! I got them made and we can have some while the day is young before dinner." she said.

"Really?!?" Rosa smiled but she hugs Sai happy while he smiled.

"That sounds delicious.."

"Yep."

"I would like one please mama. Can I have one please??" she said happy seeing Vivi nod gently taking her daughter and goes to the table as Shdwkyz sighed even with his face pink. However, a smile shows on his lips before following his family but it leaves him wondering for what the future holds for them. For now, this was just fine.

[unite-battle-network]

Ready up, battle fans: Interview with social media celebrity Nina Vievin

From Mewtube and Tinkatok to our very own Mewnite Battle Network (eh?), the Chucklefvcks found the time in their busy days to come for a chat! Watch the full video h̲e̲r̲e̲ in all its glory.

\\guest writer @poke-muns / @ferrunough. Nina is their character, once they post nina's info i'll link it. this also counts as credit for stealing their ooc barriers because oo trophee looking//

( Lawrence is sat in the usual right-side chair. He is as professional as ever, paying no notice to his interviewee being a Greedent. In all fairness, the Greedent is sat very politely. )

Lawrence: Battle fans, hello, hello! I am Lawrence Renfield, the Unite Battle Network’s go-to guy for making special content just for you and today I have managed to snag a treat of an interview–

( The Greedent waves at the camera and squeaks. In the blink of an eye a redhead leaps up from behind it's chair and swings her arms around the back. The pokémon is unfazed. Lawrence is certainly fazed. )

Nina: HIIIYA!!

( She cackles and scratches the Greedent's head. Lawrence, meanwhile, recovers. )

Lawrence: –the Chucklefvcks themselves, Nina Vievin and Chuckles! Are you going to stay standing?

Nina: Nahhh, I'll come down. If he'll let me.

( Chuckles, on cue, looks directly up to Nina. He reaches into his neck fur, retrieves a berry, and offers it to her. She shakes her head. Chuckles hops off the chair and sits between the two chairs to munch on the oran himself as Nina swiftly takes his seat. )

Lawrence: Please don't stain the carpet... So, Nina! This is 3 years in the making?

Nina: ... Oh fuck I guess– wait can I swear on here?!

( Lawrence looks to the cameraman. )

Cody: I mean, they are called "the chucklefucks".

Lawrence: ...we will see in editing.

Nina: I'll try be clean. But, uhhhh, OH YEAH. 6 if you count B.C.

Lawrence: B..?

Lawrence & Nina: Before Chuckles.

( Nina nods as the Greedent looks to both of them. He resumes eating quickly. )

Lawrence: What was life like B.C.?

Nina: MISERABLE!!

( Nina and Lawrence laugh. )

Nina: It was fine I guess? Like I battled but only really as something to do. Got bored of it for a while. Stopped and then I got Chuckles.

Lawrence: What got you back into battling then?

Nina: CHUCKLES! Someone let slip Skwovet are legal and he would not let me anywhere near the place without going for a battle. I started enjoying it once we changed his build to be very tanky–

Lawrence: Once you discovered you could troll people?

Nina: Pretty much, yeah. Once I discovered I could really piss people off– SORRY.

( Lawrence shakes his head with a strained smile. Nina awkwardly laughs while covering her face, sliding down in her chair. Lawrence takes a breath to regain his composure. )

Lawrence: Was your immediate thought "I can make content from this" or did the online stuff come after?

( Nina pushes herself back up enthusiastically. )

Nina: Nah, the vids came after a Tinkatok of Chuckles wiping the same Wigglytuff twice went viral. The maker was a teammates girlfriend who was up with us in the-the-the... bits where we watch and talk from!

Lawrence: Stands?

Nina: No clue. Probably. The end of it caught the WIgglytuff trainer's reaction and the joy that it brought me, I had to keep going!!

( Lawrence chuckles and flips through his notes cards. )

Lawrence: I cut you off earlier, by tanky you mean?

Nina: Loads of bulk, high HP, high attack, decent speed for a Greedent. People did not like it when, like, a turret just follows them as they try retreat. It's very fun!!

Lawrence: Did not and do not based on your last match.

Nina: OOOOOO YEAH THEY WERE SALTY, HAHAAA!!!!

( Nina begins cackling and kicking her feet. Her laugh devolves into crazed wheezing; Chuckles waddles over to the edge of her chair. With tears in her eyes, she strokes his head to calm herself. Lawrence has stopped laughing by this point and seems greatly concerned. Nina's voice is still croaky when she speaks. )

Nina: I'm good, I'm good. Heeeh... The Decidueye guy was soo p– malding.

Lawrence: I take it you're enjoying your time in the professional world?

Nina: I'm acclimating. I get to still screw with people. While I'm still quite low tier at least. As long as it doesn’t hinder teammates. I think we're getting better at actually playing. Chuckles' got mvp a few times, scored like 200 at some point.

Lawrence: Impressive!

( To show his enthusiasm he looks to Chuckles, who completely ignores him. )

Lawrence: Right... Uh, how much time..? One last question alright with you?

Nina: Yep, go head!!

Lawrence: How are you going to deal with the fans outside who know you’re here?

Nina: A good Bullet Seed spray should help!

( Nina giggles and Chuckles finally takes his attention off of food long enough to join in. )

Lawrence: Haha, that’s legally a joke, right?

Nina: Yes, yeah, obvi. I can spend a bit of time outside the place signing stuff. Don’t wanna clog your hallways. Chuckles’ll give berries to everyone he can.

Lawrence: I’ll be sure to watch from the windows. Thanks for joining us today, Nina. And you, Chuckles.

Nina: Anytime, it’s been a blast!

( Chuckles squeaks in agreement. He looks at Nina with his paws close to his tail fur. )

Nina: OHOH!!! What kind of berries do you like?

Lawrence: Uh… Wepear.

Cody: Do you happen to have any topo?

( Chuckles roots around in his tail until he finds a pale berry with a dark centre. As he throws it behind the camera, he take a wepear out and places it on the interviewer’s lap. Lawrence tentatively moves it onto the table beside him. )

Cody: Thank you!

Lawrence: Yes, thank you. And thank you, battle fans for watching this interview! Links to the Chucklefvcks’ socials will be below. If you want more behind-the-scenes content or battle clips, check them out here on our website or find them on our rotomblr blog! I’m Lawrence from the UBN, we’ll talk later!

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR!

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Bunni! I also go by Bunny, Bun or any other synonyms for a rabbit! Haha

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : I go by all pronouns! Given I’m agender and like, just sort of foggy about my gender? I don’t really feel any one way or another! So call me what you want, I’m still a Bun!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Tumblr messages are honestly my go-to, simply because on Tumblr I notice a lot quicker than on discord and I’m less likely to forget!

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄(𝐒) : Right now it’s Fíadh, the Alpinist, Chromeskull, Leshy and 8713!

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 / 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒? : No one laugh at me, but I started roleplaying on Quotev and Deviantart back when I was, I think, 14? And now I’m 21, turning 22, so crunching the numbers, I’ve been writing for just about 7 years! Probably more though, given my memory isn’t super accurate and I’m probably leaving out a lot! Haha

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : On the platform?? MEETING ALL OF MY CURRENT PALS! God, I will call them out by name but Bruce and Freddy were some of the kindest, most encouraging and patient folks I have ever met and I’m so glad I was able to find them on here and write with them when I could!

𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 : OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MANY; my number one pet peeve, though is when people just straight up do not read your responses and writing! Not in the sense of misunderstanding your intentions but just straight up not reading all of your answers to the point where it shows IN THEIR RESPONSES! Sorry not sorry, but if you cannot handle a multi-para high-lit writer, don’t try to roleplay with them! Letting them create paragraphs for you, only for you to ignore or skim it is a dick move!

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓? :

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒? : NGL my pride would physically not allow me to post anything under one paragraph. Just not my style! That being said, I’m not picky with what I get! As long as it has enough for me to build action and voice on top of, I’m happy!

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒? : My most controversial take, but I almost prefer memes more than extremely long and drawn-out plots taking place over weeks, because, no matter how much I adore a dynamic, that commitment eventually does wear me out y'know??

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄? : UHHHHH- whenever I get the time and that hyper fixation strikes! Usually early evening, though!

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒? : WELLL, it really depends! Am I out in the hills eating people, in a hospital healing people, defying death at every turn or ruling a hellish realm? Absolutely not! But each of the muses does contain a small piece of me beneath the surface!

It seems silly but I’ve always done this as a way to make it easier for me to relate and connect to them! It’s often microscopic, but shared traumas, fears, loves and minor personality traits (8713 is most like the mun ngl) does countless good to ensuring that not only can I keep playing them in the long term but ensuring that they are wholly mine!

To outline one of the similarities/shared threads of personality

Fíadh deals heavily with a fear of abandonment and loss of control over her body.

In her story, this is due to several factors from childhood neglect and abuse, a precarious sense of self-esteem, the curse that plagues her, her history of being moved around and used as a piece on a chess board, and the death/rejection from everyone she has held dear up to her current point (except for the Trapper/Trader and Leshy ofc) however the truth is, while narratively it does make sense, it was born from me and my experience as being neurodivergent and struggling with a sense of self and value due to the repeated rejection and experiences that came from it!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @lettherebemonsters (thank you a ton for the tag! I had a lot of fun filling this out!) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : anyone who wants to do this!

[ellegaard]

hhhow do you do this whole rp thing i kinda started a blog and it got absolutely ignored (pamabutnormalthistime)

probably didnt missed a step idk ive never done it before

I'm sending you the biggest of hugs, anon- starting a new blog is equal parts scary and exciting!! I’m sorry that you haven’t gotten the response you’ve been wanting; I just got the chance to go follow you (yippee!!!) and I also hope this answer can serve as a promo for @pamabutnormalthistime too!! 💜☺️ I put my long answer under a readmore for you!!

The Tumblr roleplay community (you might see this get referred to as the rpc!!) is really fun thing to be a part of, even if it’s daunting to join for the first time!! A lot of making a new blog is subject entirely to what you want it to have- but there are little features you can add that’ll help you organize things to your liking!!

When I started here it was my first ever time making any sort of rp blog- a lot of the beginner’s guides I found were older and spoke about processes that aren’t used as much in roleplay today!! This handy post here explains a lot of the terminology that you might see floating around- and this guide on the same blog walks you through some of the basics too!!

Your blog can be anything you want it to be! If you want it to have an aesthetic sort of theme that fits your muse (character), there are loads of custom HTML themes out there that you can apply to your blog on desktop!! But it’s also okay if you don’t add a theme too- you can let your writing speak for itself!

Some things that I found really helpful to add to this blog were a Rules post, an About post, and a small Mun section talking a bit about me!! Rules pages aren’t necessary, but they’re really helpful for setting boundaries for what sorts of things you are or aren’t okay with on your blog!! (An example is “Will/won’t respond to NSFW asks, please don’t hound for replies unless it’s been one week…") It’s a nice way to keep yourself safe, and also detail how you’ll be writing with anything that gets sent in! (And it's also a nice way for you to quickly learn about any pages you'd like to interact with!) 💜

An About post (or page) can be really helpful for detailing basic information about your muse!! If you’re writing a canon-divergent version of a character, or you have a special backstory that you’ve fleshed out, this section is a wonderful place to put it!! Having an About post can help others see how you’ve made your muse your own, and it can be really exciting to type out even small mundane facts (like height, eye color) to give your character more life!! Some roleplayers also like to include a list of verses in their About section- if you create different universes for your muse from interacting with different medias, or exploring different AUs in your character's story, it can be a nice place to keep track of them all!!

Having a section about you (the mun!!) can be helpful too, but it’s entirely based on your comfort!! A lot of roleplayers will include basic information on themselves (like age, general activity levels, etc…)

You don’t have to include a Mun section, and you’re never obligated to give out any information about yourself!! (You can always use my Mun page- or any of my other pages- as a template for your own!! I won’t mind!! 💜😊)

Once you’re happy with how your blog is formatted, you can consider making a promo for your blog!! A promo can be any post that helps advertise your blog to other roleplayers, and it doesn’t have to be complicated or anything fancy! (Here is an example of the promo I made for this blog, which is in character and pretty simple!! This is an example of a promo I made for a newer blog of mine, which keeps things short and lists off the basics of the blog! Because my rp blogs are sideblogs, me liking a thread will show my main has liked it instead of the actual rp blog- so until Tumblr allows us to change blogs before we like things, I always like to give people I’m interacting with a heads up that the random personal blog in their notifications is still me!! 😊)

A promo doesn’t have to be either of those things, though- it can be something as simple as “Like/Reblog this post if you’re interested in writing with [character]”, and it’ll still do just as fine!! One of the best things about promos is that other rp blogs can reblog them to help boost your exposure!!! (Which I can guarantee will be happening on my end!! 😌)

Something else you might want (but 100% don't have to get!!) is XKit Rewritten!! It's a plugin for your browser designed specifically for Tumblr, and has a whole host of features that you can use to customize your scrolling experience!! I use it specifically for the "Trim Reblogs" option, which lets me trim threads I've been writing with others to keep them short when they go across people's dashes!! (You might've seen some threads on my blog that seem to start with my mutual's last reply, and only feature my add on- that's the work of the trimming feature!! It cuts out all the earlier replies from the reblog, but they're still accessible!)

If you're interested, you can add it for Chrome here and for Firefox here!! (*It's super important to add XKitRewritten and not any other versions- XKitRewritten is designed specifically for the version of Tumblr we have right now, and other versions are older and might not cooperate!!)

If you notice some of the colors in my writing (such as the shade of red I use for Ellie's dialogue, or the other colors you might see in this post) are different from the default options Tumblr gives you, that's because I'm using https://roleplayformatter.carrd.co!! It's not a necessity, but I like pasting my writing in there and copying the source code to add new colors to my writing, and help me format things in one place!! (It's fun to type into, but it doesn't save your writing!! 😂 So it only gets what I'm getting ready to post when there's another copy somewhere!!)

And these are just some of the basics!! There are other things you can add if you’d really like to! (Like icons, which you might’ve seen me use on here from time to time- small pictures of your character that you can use to display their expressions and little mannerisms!! I like to think of icons as sprinkles- they’re never a necessity, and the main flavor focus is really your wonderful writing! But they can frame and accompany what you write if you’d like them to! 💜)

Assets (like the red stone border at the very top of this answer!) can be made yourself, gathered from source blogs like @animatedglittergraphics-n-more, or even requested/commissioned from resource blogs!! I make all of my assets myself in PicsArt, and it’s a lot of fun- but also something I know everyone might not have the energy or time to do!! If icons and assets aren't for you, that's okay- it's never stopped me from interacting with anyone before!!

I hope this beast of an answer helps you out, and I especially hope it doesn’t seem too complicated- I think the Tumblr rpc can be for anyone and everyone, and I’m so excited to go check out your blog after I post this!! 💜💜 You’re always welcome back here (whether that’s on anon or in DMS!!) if there’s anything else I can help you out with, or if you’d just like to say hello!! I hope you have a really wonderful rest of your day- I’m so excited to write with you sometime!! ☺️

[hyliasblade]

OOC/Rules

mun is kris. 24. they/them, anxious bastard lol

updated 7/3/23: the wrath month edition

the roulxs:

18+ only

minors and personals will be soft blocked. upon following again: hard block.

if you are a personal with an rp sideblog please make it clear on your blog or just tell me because otherwise you might get blocked.

minor MUSES are fine though

i read rules pages for every blog i follow that has one but i have a shit memory so if i accidentally breach one of your rules please let me know. or block me if it’s that egregious but please for the love of god do not publicly @ me who the fuck does that. do not make a callout post for me being forgetful like a fucking weirdo. if i breach a rule that is not on your rules page then i’m sorry, i’m not a mind reader.

on the “q slur:” i’ll do my best to tag is as “#q //” that’s q, two slashes. keep in mind i identify with that word, strongly. if it angers you that i would dare use a “"slur”“ to label myself or whatever, remember “gay” has seen just as much use as a slur. i grew up in the american south, i’ve heard both words used for the same harmful reasons. sorry if this comes off as angry or petty, but if you were continually told that “gay” is a slur and you shouldn’t use it for yourself, you’d be tired and angry too, wouldn’t you? i’ll do my best to tag for it, but i will die on this hill.

please tag spiders/scorpions/arachnids, hanging/nooses, and also maybe trypo/holes thanks

semi-selective i will roleplay with most fandoms, ocs, and muses also not moots exclusive.

please don’t like. involve me in drama or callouts or shit. i’m just here trying to play fucking online dolls

with the above said i do reserve the right to block/cease interacting with ppl who make me uncomfortable, just like you reserve the right to block/cease interacting with me if i make u uncomfortable. i prefer to try to come to some kind of understanding first, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way

please note that i, the mun, am mentally ill and neurodivergent. in a lot of cases, my muses will share some of my own personal struggles to sort of like. explore these things myself and shit. link in particular shares a lot of my neurodivergencies and chronic pain. shit gets frustrating and sometimes roleplaying a tiny elf twink going thru the same shit helps a bit. u know how it is.

though link may act a bit naive and sometimes even childish, he is still very much an adult. not a “rule” exactly just something to keep in mind.

sorry if some of these seem overly detailed or serious. i’ve been around the block when it comes to rp tumblr i’m just trying to cover all my bases in at least a semi concise manner.

also sorry if any of this comes off as passive aggressive or rude. i can’t parse or regulate tone for shit like in an actual verbal conversation, trying to convey it thru text is damn near impossible for me lmao

i’m really just a tired nerd who is trying to have fun on this hellsite.

um that’s all i can think of for now may add or change more later thanks for reading have a great time

[more-than-a-princess]

[ hello, rae! i still have some time left before the new year begins for me, but i just wanna thank you for making my experience in the rpc a fun, uplifting one. ofc, i know i ended up taking a massive hiatus from kensuke and couldn’t even bring myself to write him long term (since i ended up hyperfixating over other characters and trying to get more interactions on him was like pulling teeth), but it still means a lot you welcomed me back with open arms!

like, i can’t express enough how grateful i am you ended up rolling with my obscure muse choices and just being open minded enough to explore different relationship dynamics with them, whether they be romantic or platonic. HONESTLY, i might not always be around anymore (due to the fact i have work 🥲), but you are seriously one of those few friends i made that make being here worth it; in fact, i ended up initially regaining my love and passion for writing because of you, when previously, i had lost all the spark i had in it following the nasty fall out i had with former partners… and was deeply insecure over my own writing, to the point where for the longest time, i didn’t think i would actually reach a point where tumblr rp would be a hobby i could enjoy again; only, i’m glad i ended up sticking with it, because in the end, i got to reconnect with you and other people i would never have met/written with provided i never stayed.

REGARDLESS, YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN NOTHING BUT KIND AND PATIENT TOWARDS ME, so in 2023, i strive to not only be a good rp partner, but a good friend to you as well (even if i do happen to be significantly younger than you). but yeah, here’s to another year of interactions between our muses! HONESTLY, i look forward to seeing what mischief and shenanigans these blorbos get up to. ]

Tell me stuff at the end of 2022 or beginning of 2023 because what is time/time is a social construct - Accepting if still want to. Otherwise it's going to be thread replies, shitposts, and starter memes/possibly call for new muns and muses!

Aww, Livi, you are so kind! Thank you so much for sending this, it brought a smile to my face as I read it. As I've mentioned before: I care far more about roleplaying with you and the joy you have for your muses, no matter who the muses are. Your enthusiasm shines through each and every time (also, each and every time Sonia never fails to pester/be a nuisance to your muses so...that's what you sign up for each time).

And while we all hate work (eff work is a common saying in my house), I hope that no one ever manages to rob you of your passion for writing and roleplaying. I'm so sorry you were hurt by others, but in my opinion, never let anyone else ruin your fun around here. Write because you have stories to tell, because you love to write, because you don't know what you'd do without the creative outlet here.

Let's leave haters behind in 2022! If anything, consider the fact that for all the time muns spend trying to bring you down, they could be writing. Creating dynamics and storylines. Improving their writing skills. Instead of, you know, hating.

You're already a wonderful RP partner and friend, I just suggest keeping it up :D And I'm happy to be the older friend/wine aunt in the RPC. I will forever be telling you to drink water, wear sunscreen, sleep, and life will get better.

Consequently, I will also discuss the good old days if prompted. The days of RP and fandom before tumblr. Before social media. Just make sure I have my comfy chair, my slippers, and a drink. Possibly painkillers: I'm at the age where I can pull something getting out of bed nowadays (though I'm probably just overdue for a new mattress).

tl;dr - dear mutuals, I'm old. I do not tolerate drama or BS in my old age. I do tolerate long-term, feels-packed threads combined with dashcomm shitposting, OOC chatter, and wine/tea/drink whatever you want just stay hydrated please.

And like Sonia: I'm not up to date with popular slang. Or being a cool and hip person. Bear with us, please.

[antvnger]

Ant-Man and Ant-Mun: A Little Birthday Celebration

Scott couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty. He should have paid better attention. After all, with this peculiar version of quantum entanglement he shares with his dear friend, he's privy to a lot of her forefront thoughts and feelings as she is with his. He should have honed in on her exuberance and understood it for what it was. And he should have checked his calendar better.

He approached her from behind to surprise her, and he silently covered her eyes. She squeaked out an ooh! as he did so, but she kept still, curious to see what was going on. "Guess who..."

She giggled and shrugged. Even without their connection, the voice was unmistakable. But still, it was more fun to mess with her friend. "Ummmmm, are you that one guy who guest-starred on that one popular sitcom in the 90s?"

"Ha ha," he said flatly as he turned her around, but he couldn't keep his straight face for long as she started laughing at her own joke. "You know I'm younger than that version of my face, right?"

"Yeah yeah yeah," she waved dismissively, still giggling. "I know. You like to mention that every time he's mentioned."

He shrugged. "Yeah well, I just want it to be clear."

"Oh it's clear, my friend. Very very clear."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Speaking of ages..." Now she raised an eyebrow and smirked. He presented her with a big plastic bag which carried three wrapped gifts and a card. "Happy birthday!"

"Aaaw, Scott," she grinned wide. "Thank you! You're so sweet. I was beginning to wonder if I'm being honest."

He ducked his head a bit, looking a little sheepish. "I kinda sorta thought today was the 27th."

"Ah." She nodded once. "I see."

"Yeah, a friendly little Anon bird pointed out the day to me, so I booked it to make sure I fixed this. Sorry it took me so long," he said quietly as he offered his bag of gifts.

"You're too hard on yourself," she answered as she accepted the bag. "I understand, Scott. It's okay, really. I've definitely gotten my dates mixed up before too. No harm done." She looked down at the bag before looking back up at her friend excitedly. "Can I open them?"

"Of course! It's your birthday. Just do me a favor and save the card for last."

"Last? That's unusual."

"You'll see."

The gifts were certainly good ones. He knew his friend very well, indeed. A red and black beanie - for she loved beanies - and a new copy of one of her favorite books that had been accidentally damaged and...

"Where did you get these earrings, Scott?" she asked him excitedly, laughing as she pulled them out of the box.

"I have resources," he answered with a chuckle. "Besides, I know you're just as fond of my merch as I am."

"You got that right! They're so cool! Now I can be nerdy and chic, my favorite combination." He laughed at that as she pulled out the card. "If there's tickets to some concert or NFL game in here, I'm going to lose my mind."

"No no," he shook his head, "sorry, nothing that cool."

No, instead there was another gift per se, one right from the heart.

If someone had told me before all this Ant-Man stuff happened that I would literally be sharing a brain with someone, I would have laughed and said to lay off the sci-fi. Yet here we are. And I couldn't be happier to share this weird brain and quantum entanglement thing with you. Are you sure you're not a variant of me? It just makes sense because we're so similar. If a person can have more than one soulmate, then I'd say we're definitely the platonic kind. You're one of my best friends, and I'm so glad we get to go on this crazy adventure together. Happy birthday BFF, Scott

She swallowed the lump in her throat before she quickly tackled him in a hug. "You are one of my best friends ever, and I'm very blessed and thankful to know you. Thank you, my friend."

"No," he said as he returned the hug. "Thank you."

[dogsgone]

ooc/rules/cw

mun is kris. 24. they/them, anxious bastard lol

updated 7/3/23: the wrath month edition

the roulxs:

18+ only

minors and personals will be soft blocked. upon following again: hard block.

if you are a personal with an rp sideblog please make it clear on your blog or just tell me because otherwise you might get blocked.

minor MUSES are fine though

i read rules pages for every blog i follow that has one but i have a shit memory so if i accidentally breach one of your rules please let me know. or block me if it’s that egregious but please for the love of god do not publicly @ me who the fuck does that. do not make a callout post for me being forgetful like a fucking weirdo. if i breach a rule that is not on your rules page then i’m sorry, i’m not a mind reader.

on the “q slur:” i’ll do my best to tag is as “#q //” that’s q, two slashes. keep in mind i identify with that word, strongly. if it angers you that i would dare use a “"slur”“ to label myself or whatever, remember “gay” has seen just as much use as a slur. i grew up in the american south, i’ve heard both words used for the same harmful reasons. sorry if this comes off as angry or petty, but if you were continually told that “gay” is a slur and you shouldn’t use it for yourself, you’d be tired and angry too, wouldn’t you? i’ll do my best to tag for it, but i will die on this hill.

please tag spiders/scorpions/arachnids, hanging/nooses, and also maybe trypo/holes thanks

semi-selective i will roleplay with most fandoms, ocs, and muses also not moots exclusive.

please don’t like. involve me in drama or callouts or shit. i’m just here trying to play fucking online dolls

with the above said i do reserve the right to block/cease interacting with ppl who make me uncomfortable, just like you reserve the right to block/cease interacting with me if i make u uncomfortable. i prefer to try to come to some kind of understanding first, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way

please note that i, the mun, am mentally ill and neurodivergent. in a lot of cases, my muses will share some of my own personal struggles to sort of like. explore these things myself and shit. link in particular shares a lot of my neurodivergencies and chronic pain. shit gets frustrating and sometimes roleplaying a tiny elf twink going thru the same shit helps a bit. u know how it is.

though link may act a bit naive and sometimes even childish, he is still very much an adult. not a “rule” exactly just something to keep in mind.

sorry if some of these seem overly detailed or serious. i’ve been around the block when it comes to rp tumblr i’m just trying to cover all my bases in at least a semi concise manner.

also sorry if any of this comes off as passive aggressive or rude. i can’t parse or regulate tone for shit like in an actual verbal conversation, trying to convey it thru text is damn near impossible for me lmao

i’m really just a tired nerd who is trying to have fun on this hellsite.

um that’s all i can think of for now may add or change more later thanks for reading have a great time

content warnings:

Content warnings for this blog include, but may not be limited to:

- Religious trauma

- Violence, death, etc.

- The inherent psychological torment that comes with being cursed to reincarnate forever and ever, only to be brought into the world when evil once again threatens to destroy everything, and having only a single use and purpose in life to the goddess one serves, that being the wielder of her sacred blade to seal away the evil once more, until it inevitably rears its ugly head again. I guess this goes under religious trauma.

- Mental illness and trauma in general.

- Lycanthropy.

That’s all I can think of for now; if more comes up, I’ll add to this list, and as always, if I’m unsure of anything, I will tag it with #ask to tag, so feel free to blacklist that tag if you need to.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

Masterlist

Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.” 

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies. 

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||An Officer's Corruption part Eighteen||

Hello there dears, Peahen mom here but once more, I'm adding another chapter to this mini series me and my friend Demon mun has written. This series is getting good but I hope you like friend.

If you wish to see how or where everything is going, you can follow up on the chapters down below.

||Previous Chapters 1-7||((Click here))

((Previous chapters 8-13)) (Click here))

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

((Your reading part Eighteen))

||OVA Chapters 1-7|| ((Written by my amazing friend demon mun)) (Click here))

||Warning||

~Nothing bad right at the moment

~A conversation will happen in this part

||Drabble Summary||

Officer FireleoIt and Officer Iderum was helping out Joshua's prison where they just saw a fight being broken up. However it was due to the gang leader Inmate Ashley Butterfly. However, how did this come to be? Also, it seems a slight argument has happened between Officer Jaron and Officer Melinda so they are given space for a while. However, later on, he did go and check on her again but hopes to speak and say sorry. How will she react. Read to find out.

||Guests in Drabble||

"Angel"Fallen, Joshua Star, and other members from his fraction mentioned and Jaron Jackal, Arion"Hellmare" Iderum, and Fira"Maggie" Fireleo belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

T-bone, Hiroshi Kai, Melinda brooks, and Ashley Butterfly are my oc’s that belong to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

In the main lunch hall, Warden Joshua Star was shocked seeing this but he was nervous seeing no one moved. Given the information from officer Vanessa that Officer Maggie was trying to calm inmate T-bone down but almost ended up burning everyone else. Right now, he was tense seeing the head gang member of T-bone calming him down.

Her name was Ashley Butterfly, gang leader of the Shallow butterflies. And baby sister to Rex oxford mIlls. A dark skinned woman with honey yellow eyes. She hand long black hair down her back while having a black choker around her neck. She was still wearing the prison jumpsuit but she was seeing T-bone relax while she pets his head. The other inmate, her second in command Hiroshi kai was beside her but seeing that he was fine.

"Goodness, you just had to go crazy again didn't you? I thought Ash told you to take it easy." He said to his teammate with T-bone grumbling.

"I was taking it easy! Not my fault some jerk tried to grope officer Maggie."

"But she thought you were trying to start something resulting in this." He said but he rolls his eyes to look away before he looks to Ashley before she stops.

"..A..Are you okay now?" she asked but T-bone nods to slowly stand up but bows his head.

"Sorry Ash...I didn't mean to lose it." he said grumbling but she only looks at him then down.

"I..It's fine..at least your calm now." she mutters quietly while holding some blanket around her that was kept with her at all times. The other officers, even officer Maggie and Officer Hellmare was silent not expecting to see this.

'Well, this is new. Seems it was true when the files spoke about Ashley being in this prison. I figure it was something of a older file...' Hellmare thought but she was seeing the inmate she was keeping an eye on Hiroshi standing by Ashley to insure she was safe.

As Ashley saw he was fine, she looks around seeing the other inmates tense but looks away before she looks down herself. "I..If everything is c..calm now, should we go back to eating l..lunch?" she asked her two teammates before they go and do that.

"H..Hey! You three can't just-"

"Let them go, Maggie. It's fi..fine." she stops hearing Joshua speak but looks to him. It was fine!? A fight just happened and he was alright with that!?

"I know what your thinking and honestly, it's still strange. At times, that inmate tends to help with calming things down. That or using her pants in herb medicine to do it-"

"Hold on, isn't she a demon?"

"Y...Yes, she is but she and warden Joshua have some agreement. That involves calming down the most violent inmates here in his prison." Eli said to the two.

"I see.." Hellmare hums to herself thinking about it but Maggie was still shocked.

"So you let her just go about in the prison?!" Maggie said to Joshua shocked.

"Well, no and even if I did, she stays in her cell. Out of all the inmates I've had, she's the less violent. Unless one don't anger her. She can be very dangerous when she is but most times, she's well...l..like that." Joshua saw Ashley sitting down now but slowly was eating her food now with the other two.

"It's a lot to take in we know. We were at first too when Joshua told us about her. Honestly, I see why most are afraid of her. Sweet and caring on the outside but hidden behind that is a dangerous person ready to lash out at anyone."

"Though, it leaves a question." Hellmare got the knights attention. "You said she was well known for her plants? Does this mean she also helps with medicine here?"

"Yes. We also heard from her file she was really good with plants, medicine, toxins, poisons, etc. She knows a few of them. I know because when we had a recent break out riot, Angel got heavily sick with something. Somehow, she knew what it was and made a medicine thanks to her doctor Hex. He's at Kinie's prison right now helping with the recent event that happened there." she explains.

Both Maggie and Hellmare didn't know that! Just how dangerous was this woman!? The two looks to Ashley again who was eating but her honey yellow eyes looked so empty but gentle at the same time.

"And I take it Joshua is the one assigned to keep a eye on her?" Hellmare said seeing him nod.

"Hon...Honestly, it's been alright. Even when she first came here, she didn't start any trouble or anything. I didn't know much about her till I got her file and the teams own. I heard they had another but their other member is in junior police headquarters. Given the fact she is the most calm here..it's..well..something." he said rubbing the back of his head.

"......."

"So even if a riot happens, I don't worry since she either tries to remain away or stop it." He said.

"..I.....geez." As Maggie thinks, it was time for the inmates to return to their cells. "Though, it also explains most of the men being scared of her?"

"Well, yes but theirs another reason.." the group looks seeing some male inmates admiring her but they were under some trance while behaving. "Because of her demonic nature, It was said she's a succubus too."

"A what!?" Maggie shouted.

"How could a succubus be here!? And around guys! You do know what they do to males if given the chance right!?" Maggie said. "What if one of them tries to hurt her given the fact that others or some of the officers are females too!?"

"Theirs another reason for that." Vanessa said but with arms crossed looking to Joshua.

"It's because Joshua made a pack with her to insure she don't eat anyone nor harm anyone. In return, she keeps him safe and the prison if needed be."

".......Eh?!?"

~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile with Jaron~~~~~~~~~~~

He was sitting outside taking time to clear his head. The jackals were around him worried. He has never yelled at her like that before but it was because of Bradley. He was the reason this happened and to his anger. Now he gone and made her upset. Right now, he was petting one silver lung dragon's head while it was curled up.

"..........." He looks about thinking again but that's when some inmates were still inside so it was just him out here. Clearing his head helps so it was something.

'*Sighs* I didn't mean to yell at you like that, Melinda. I hope your alright..' he thought to himself but one Jackal named Sid lays their head on his lap poking his hand. He blinks to look down but gently pets their head.

"I'm alright. I guess it's just not a good week for me is it?" he asked even if the other jackals were wagging their tails being giant puppies right now. They always want to ensure their leader was alright but happy too. Seeing him like this was unlike him.

However, he looks ahead again while seeing cars passing by the prison but his thoughts were still on Melinda. When he left he heard crying in her room but he didn't mean to upset her. He just was caught in the moment even feeling a bit down when going somewhere else before coming out.

~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~

"Wait, so that's true?" Jaron asked to look at the window speaking with a doctor who had some medic results from the females under the aphrodisiac what was tested from one of the spiked cakes was positive.

"Though, it was one that had no smell to it. Even if another demon would sniff it out, you wouldn't be able to." he said showing the paper results to Jaron.

He reads them for a moment but looked worried. Even if he had his jackals sniff it out, they wouldn't find it?

"It's said this type has a effect on demons that it's harder to trace showing it is most used for demons in the case. So whoever eaten the cake wouldn't know." he explains. "It's been said this traces back from the black market but other troublemakers have copied the recipie."

"......"

Hearing this, he even calls Ophelia and she tells him the same even the other doctor Hex explains to.

"Yes, given that fact I'm shocked they measured it carefully. This type of plant is very very strong and very unstable even when it's put into food like that. They could have seriously made someone sick." Hex said on the phone while checking a sample of the plant they had there at Kinie's prison.

"So this plant was that deadly?"

"In short words yes. I already seen this sort of plant in action and the results were.....disturbing to explain. Even so, this plant should always be avoided because it heavily effects demons without them knowing, Mr. Jackal."

"I..I see.."

"Though, I can't believe that sort of plant was there in the first place but Dr. Hex said it was from the black market indeed before that business was taken down. This drug should have been destroyed way back." she said.

"I think I got ya." Jaron said looking at the ground still on the phone.

"Though, was their anything else Jaron?" Ophelia asked.

"No that was it. Thanks you guys." he said.

"Of course Jaron.." she said before the she hung up. Jaron lowers the phone but looks down to sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So even if he could have gotten it checked, he wouldn't know about the cakes being spiked. Even worse, Melinda didn't know. She nor the other female officers knew about this till it was too late. Looking down, he felt even more bad now and wanted to find a way to say sorry to Melinda. He looks quiet only to feel his jackals close around him with one licking his face that he chuckled to pet their head.

"Easy now. Like I said, I'm alright. I'm sorry that I am worrying you all now.." he said as they look to him even seeing the lung dragon floating up a little to boop his nose.

"And sorry for worrying you too. It's just I wanna be sure she's safe..even from the thought it worries me. I can't believe I yelled like that and I've always been known to keep my cool. That's so unlike me." he sighed shaking his head but he sees the others now around him but tilts their heads.

"Well....at least I got that jerk to learn I wasn't joking and will leave her and the other female officers alone." he mutters. "Though...seems they had to update security because of that and it only might get worse later down the road." he said and yet, he only remains focused with Melinda in mind. How was she doing? Was she alright? Right now, they needed time to clear their heads but looking down, he hopes to talk to her and hope to see if she was alright. Later this afternoon, he'll indeed check on her.

~~~~~~Timeskip: Later that afternoon around 3:45pm~~~~~~~

Jaron was back inside the prison seeing the inmates must have already eaten lunch since they were back in their cells. The guards were standing watch but insuring things were calm right now. However, he was heading back to Melinda's room to see if she was there or wished to speak. As he gets to the door, he knocks and waits.

"............"

No answer? He wonders if she was there but when he was about to knock again...

"Hello?"

".....Ummmm, Melinda? It's me, Jaron...."

"........"

He heard nothing from the other side but he hears a click, knowing the door was unlocked to show her. Melinda was standing there and it seems she was quiet while looking to him. Her arms were folded.

"Ummm....."

".....Yes?"

"I......*Sighs* M...may I come in?" he asked gently but she looks to the side but sighed to move so he can come inside. Jaron walks in but he saw her close the door. Everything seems the same except the tea stain on the rug from before. Before long, she turns to walk over and offers a seat for him on the couch while he walks over to sit down after removing his shoes but she was quiet while he was too.

The only noise heard was the ticking of the clock. They just sat in silence right now with one another that it leaves them unsure on how to talk. So, Jaron starts first.

"Melinda, I'm......Listen, I'm so sorry about what happened this morning. I didn't mean to shout or yell at you. I was just concerned about what happened that night. After what happened I just...felt really angry given the fact Bradley could have done something horrible to the women...and you." he looks down but she was listening to him.

"I know I shouldn't have yelled at you and I'm never like that. It was wrong of me to do that. I didn't mean the hurtful things I've said to you. I shouldn't have....." He shook his head with eyes closed to sigh but Melinda looks ahead but she was resting her hands on her lap.

"....I'm sorry too." he heard her speak but looks seeing her just looking to the wall. "I didn't mean to get mad at you either. In that way, you were right. I should have done better in picking up the drug in those cakes but I didn't know about it honestly. It was like it was masked so I couldn't detect it. Even now, I don't know even if I feel better with no side effects..it still upsets me that it happened."

"......." She was touching her shoulder where Bradley bit her but then sighed closing her eyes then opening them half way looking down. "I know the dangers and risks of being a officer as you do too. Their are things that will happen but even now we have to stay focused on it....." she said after that Jaron looks to see her grip her pants.

"But still....I got you worried over me because of that slip up. It makes me feel like I'm still keeping things from you huh? Even when we are older adults now...it still keeps happening." she said only to laugh at herself bitterly. It was like she was stupid for not noticing that but it wasn't her fault. Jaron knew that thanks to the doctors but she didn't know that.

"Melinda.." he reaches to almost touch her cheek to explain but stops to look. He saw tears running down her cheeks again that she was looking upset again.

"Even after I became I demon, I still act like I'm just as before when I was human. Heh, I bet it's so embarrassing to you huh? Having a partner that still tends to act like her old self." she laughed but she reaches up to clear some tears off but he sees her look in his direction. She was crying and yet, her eyes were closed with a small smile seen.

"I bet even now I look like some cry baby because of this. Even if I'm a demon I should have done better right? I should be smarter than this right? If that's the case then none of this would have happened...." She said but hicups now that Jaron said nothing but he only looks down hating to see her cry like this. Now he wishes that argument never happened. Even hearing the shouting in his thoughts, he wishes they would go away but he knew it would remain with him knowing that.

"Melinda....." Looks at her again frowning slightly.

"I'm s..sorry for being such a idiot Jaron...I'm so sorry.." she mutters but he had heard enough.

"Shhhhhh...shhhhh......" he was hushing her softly but gently, resting his hands on her own. Jaron then carefully pulls her to him so their foreheads were pressed against one another, their noses touching as well.

"It's not true. Your not a cry baby because of this. I know this job is dangerous for everyone and us. We know that dealing with dangerous criminals would do. What it might endanger us to." he said but his eyes were closed.

"I never meant to hurt you like this. I never wanted to be the one to make you cry like this." he said but she was shaking now only to him pulling back but kissing her forehead.

"B..but after all the things I shouted back at you. I don't deserve you. You..it's like I'm the reason you get angry. I'm the reason your a bit more violent now a days....was it because of me?" she asked.

"No no no no..it's never you. You never did anything wrong."

"B..but.."

"Melinda Brooks, the reason I got mad was because someone else tried to hurt you. I don't want another sick person harming you. True, I said I don't resort to violence but for my friends I can let it slide. For you, I would do that too. I'm how I am because I Just want you to be safe....and alive with me." he said looking to her.

"Even after our fight, that won't stop me from being at your side. You mean everything to me Melinda. Even with a argument that won't change anything...." he said now upset himself.

"......"

"I never wanted to say such horrible words to you and yet I did. I never wanted to show violence towards you. I never wanted to make you cry. I never wanted to cause anything that would make you not wish to be with me.." he said that he slowly looks down but as Melinda looks her own silver eyes widen. A few tears shows from his own eyes too?

"J..Jaron?"

"I know your a strong woman you showed me that. You care and loving to everyone you hold dear even me. Your not stubborn at all only if it involves helping and protecting others and me. You...your one of a kind to me Melinda and I don't want to lose that!" he said.

"........."

"I don't want to be the reason I lose the only woman that's been by my side for so long. I won't let that happen! I'm sorry I've said all those hurtful things to you but I do care about you. I want to stay by your side and I want you by my side too! I..I just......" Before continuing his words were stopped as he was pulled into a hug as Jaron was quiet while laying against her on the couch. She said nothing holding him close not wanting to let go of him. He knew tears were running down her cheeks.

".....M...Melinda-"

"........Please j..just....don't talk." she said now crying more. "L..Lets just be like this for a while...p..please......" she held him gently but he only remains quiet before wrapping his arms around her body not wanting to let go as he was crying too. He felt her hand stroking the top of his head since he didn't have the officer hat on.

"..I'm still so sorry Melinda..." He said.

".......I know..*sniffles* I'm sorry too. I'm so sorry Jaron for worrying you..." she said back.

"...It's fine. I forgive you...I hope you forgive me." he said softly but Melinda only closed her eyes.

"..I do..I forgive you." she said back softly. "And...I'll try harder to open up to you more, d..deal?" she said before Jaron looks to close his eyes.

"Y....yeah...Deal."

For now, he believes staying here with her is better for now till she calms down. And honestly, Melinda didn't mind that. The officers from before hopes things worked out but they informed warden Fin that officer Jaron is on break for a while till he is ready to come back.

They needed this for right now.

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

(apologies if some have already sent you these numbers, feel free to skip them) 1, 3, 4, 9, 10 & 14?

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

(Sorry this is late! I fell asleep. No worries! It's been relatively quiet over here lately!)

1. how do you feel about reblog karma?

I try to practice it as often as possible, particularly with ask memes since some of the memes I reblog don't always line up with the current relationship status Connor has with the other mun's muse (either not knowing them very well or the meme is steered more towards romance) or if we already have a lot of threads going at once and the other mun seems overwhelmed or busy.

I prefer if a mun sends in asks if they reblog a meme from me, but I'm not going to belly-ache if they don't. It's not fun if they feel forced to send things in knowing they're not really interested.

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

My roleplay partners. I wasn't a writer until I decided to write some fanfics for DBH, and I didn't become a roleplayer until I joined Tumblr to try and find an active fan community. I didn't even ship Connor and Gavin until @detective-phck, and now they're one of my favorite pairings.

4. which muse of yours is your all time favorite? if you stopped writing them: why?

Depends on how I feel. Generally, I love writing canon Connor, but if I'm feeling down, I like writing Human Connor more since he's something of a comfort character (though I tend to just make him suffer, the poor man).

9. when you look at a new blog, what is it that makes you press the follow button? is it the muse, the aesthetics, the writing–?

The muse usually attracts me, but I won't hit follow until I can read how they write, either through threads or through how they describe their muse (since some of the blogs I've followed in the past were new and didn't have threads). If I can mentally see who they're writing and what kind of personality they have, how they might interact with others and the world around them, I try to consider how my muse would play into it. If I think they would have an interesting dynamic, I tend to follow.

That being said, I don't always know how they would meet or how to start a conversation, which is a bitch. I suck at first interaction threads.

10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)

Well, since I write about androids, I'd say Sci-Fi. I also like writing Horror during Halloween, though I still try to have some form of a happy ending simply because I've dealt with enough bad shit in real life. I don't much care for the period genre as I tend to over think it and spend more time researching than writing, which leads me to getting the answers to unpleasant questions (Like how often they bathe).

With some fantasy genres, I feel the same for the same reason since people like to put them in the middle ages. I do love fantasy if it's set in either the modern world or the future, as it's just easier to create than work with what's established as fact. I get that I can change it in fantasy, but it doesn't feel right to alter so much.

Not a fan of superheroes, both writing and watching.

14. which roleplay community has been your favorite to write in?

I think I've only written in the DBH community, and, for a while, there were almost enough bad apples to spoil the bunch, but I believe it has improved as of late. Either that, or I just have my blog catered to me. Or they've moved on. Too many variables that I don't care to keep up with. The people I follow now seem pretty cool, and I've made several friends, so I'd say it was a rather positive experience.

[nithhaiahh]

God that was so much cringe at once did you call him ''pappa''? which means ''dad''? I'm not talking about the others neither do I ship them with anybody else, I'm talking about you and Swain, and you think I didn't talk about other age-gap shippers who are infact younger than you?

but muhh seperate fiction from reality muhh

just admit you have an age-gap kink like many girls and women who have watched or read 50 shades of gray, and think it's cool and mature to hang out with older man as an unexperienced woman.

Why would a man who is around 50 be interested in someone who is 26? It's mainly about control and women around his age who could offer more in terms of knowledge and power see past his bullshit then, or not?

You headcanon him as someone who is aware of that and that's why he calls you, his s/o, princess instead of queen because deep down you do interpret him as someone who doesn't view your self-insert as equal just as an entertaining accessoire (''oh look she talks smart unlike others her age'', ''oh look she is my emotional support animal and is my therapist for free''). I mean that's the natural consequence of age-gap relationships.

You aren't a mature woman, otherwise you wouldn't ship yourself with someone who is what? 20 years older than you? And butcher his character into some troubled manchild for that? Perhaps you did have a convo where he praised you on how mature you were lmfao

I'm 20 years old yet I'm not a delusional self-shipper who likes to fit characters into a special ''if he were like he'd like me'' mold, it's just insulting, as if you have never read his short stories.

Be honest with yourself, canon Swain wouldn't be interested in you, he wouldn't even notice your presence unless you have talents but even then he'd take a mentor role as he did atleast once in canon.

//Shdjsjf HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry to disappoint you, but not Nith or me have had the chance to read or watch 50 Shades.

"... Dude, you literally don't know a muffin about me, do you?"

//Read some posts my man. Pappa is THRESH. He adopted her. Dadda is Karthus, same, adopted. Grandpa is Mordekaiser and Maokai, and then we have her uncles. Mom is Olga, also adopted. I thought that was obvious but fair, fair, I'll add it in rules or something like that hahaha.

"And, no? Why the hell would I want to be with someone who doesn't see me as an equal? Besides, he calls me princess simply because THAT'S MY TITLE. I am the princess of the Shadow Isles. Not that I like it, but since pappa (THRESH) became the new King and Im his daughter that made me the princess of the place. Bleh, politics."

//Self inserted, pff, hehe. Well, you aren't wrong there. I did wrote the first rps based under that concept of someone like him using Nith or having her just for fun. Because, honestly, yeah that's the perspective I had of an evil character. Later on, many rps later, he alone cleaned his name and there for, with that out of the question, she fell for him. Is like 2 years of rp, I don't blame u for not wanting to read all that. And nah, I don't ship like that. If the person is evil, keep them evil. Character develop. is different depending of the mun. I hate the concept of change ones essence just because 'miss fairy appeared and now he isn't evil'. Too cliché.

As for your last last point, yeah I agree! Canon Canon Swain wrote by Riot wouldn't even look at Nith if not for someone to manipulate or mentor, just to use her. That's why I like the fresh perspective of this one.

Hey, dude. I see some logical points there. Some that are misinterpreted because of lack of information. Wanna DM me? No, no, really. I just wanna talk and hear your thoughts. Perhaps explain you some of the context behind my characters story, but yeah, no harsh feeling.

[theisaacking]

So this is it...

While some of you will undoubtedly know this, I hope those of you who do will forgive me as I reiterate: It has always been my intention that once the plot of Luxor Season 2 reached its conclusion, and the summer was finished, I would be officially retiring from group rping on tumblr. This means that all of you here were a part of the conclusion of what has been a 7+ year journey for me; and really, I don’t think I could have chosen a better place to end off.

I never really thought there would come a day when I could walk away from rp groups on tumblr and feel a sense of peace. I really did think for a long time that this was something I would never be able to let go of. I thought that I would always be chasing some sense of fulfillment that comes from doing this. There really isn’t anything else quite like it, and that honestly made me feel like it would be impossible to say goodbye. And truthfully, that was frustrating, because as much as I have loved this, it takes up so much of my time, and my energy, and as the years have wore on, I’ve wanted to be able to use that energy for different things. I guess all I really needed to find that peace though, was the perfect swan song, and that’s what this experience with all of you has been for me.

Certainly not everything went the way I planned when it comes to the ending itself. I’ve been insanely busy with prepping myself to move throughout the entirety of this summer, and I wasn’t around even 1/100th as much as I wanted to be. There are so many things that I had hoped to do with my characters before the end, and before I said my goodbyes to all of you and yours, that I simply wasn’t able to do. I’m sad that I wasn’t able to bring Christopher back before the end, and have all of the fun that would have come with that. I’m sad that I didn’t get to fully explore Isaac’s increasing delusion surrounding Alek and his hope that she would be coming back for him. But if there is one thing that I’ve learned in the 7 years that I’ve been doing this, it’s that things rarely pan out exactly how you think they will. Sometimes, like this time, that’s a byproduct of situations outside of our control, while other times, it’s the result of our characters being assholes who have minds of their own. 

So yeah, maybe things didn’t end exactly how I wanted them to, but I am glad that they ended here. I’m glad that as I sit here on the second last day of August, that when September 1st comes, this chapter of my life will be closed, and it will have ended with the best group that I have ever had the privilege of being a part of. I’m glad that before all was said and done, I got to experience all of your wonderful characters, and see them grow and change as life happened to them. I’m glad that I made friends along the way, and I’m glad that people who were there at the very start of my journey 7 years ago were so instrumental in creating a perfect conclusion for me by making this group. There really is no shortage of things that I’m glad about, because this rp has been an amazing experience for me from start to finish.

To Christopher: my sweet Taurus son, I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to find the time to bring you back and give the send off that you truly deserved. Please know that it’s not because I didn’t want to, or that I don’t love you with all of my heart. Thank you for being the easiest character that I have ever had the joy of writing, and really, for being everything that I wish I myself was. Ultimately, I know that this isn’t a true goodbye, but Luxor is where you were born, and as we leave it behind and start the next chapter, I feel it pertinent to tell you how much you mean to me, and how glad I am that you came along before I reached the conclusion of this journey.

To Isaac: KING. It’s more than just your last name, it’s what you are, and while I’m sure telling you that is the last thing that your ego needs, I don’t care. I am so fucking glad that we’ve been together for as long as we have. Never in this 7 year journey did I write a character consistently for as long as I have written you. It has not always been easy my man; you’ve been known to be exhausting for me to write sometimes. But that doesn’t matter, because I wouldn’t change a thing about the way that you are. If Christopher is everything that I wish I myself was, then you are everything that I know I could never ever be, and I am so damn grateful that you allowed me to have the chance to see life through your eyes. Like I said to Christopher, this isn’t the end my man; this is just the start of something new.

To Nora: Holy cow, what a trip. If someone had told me 7 years ago that I would have joined a tumblr group, made a friend, and still been friends with that person 7 years later, I would have thought they were insane. Yet here we are. I don’t tell you this nearly often enough, but I’m very glad that when that group closed, that wasn’t the end of our time writing together. Who really could have envisioned that it would actually be only the beginning of it? Our writing partnership has officially outlasted my tenure in the tumblr rpc. Here’s to another 7 years of writing together!

To Mimi: Bro, what can I say that hasn’t already been said? You’re my best friend. You introduced me to the world of tumblr rping, and for basically every major milestone since then, you’ve been there; in both life and in rp. I could gush for hours about our friendship outside of this, but for the sake of keeping things topical, I’ll just focus on it within this. I never ever would have started this crazy journey without you, and I cannot even begin to express how thankful I am that you gave me that first push. i also cannot express the joy that it brings me that you were not only here for the end, but along with Nora, created the space that gave me my perfect place to end on a high note. There is something distinctly poetic about the fact that I needed rp in my life at the time that you introduced me to it, and that I also needed this place in order to finally be able to close this chapter, and you created it. in essence, you gave me my beginning when I needed it, and you gave me my ending when I needed it. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.

To you: Yes YOU. The person who is still reading this. First off, if you’ve read this far, then thank you, and (maybe?) I’m sorry lol. It really doesn’t matter which of the countless members that Luxor has that you are, because I can say with certainty that no matter who you are, I love you, and I’m so glad that I got to be here with you. Every mun, and every character has touched me in one way or another, even if you might not necessarily know it. I see things in my regular, every day life, and these things remind me of these characters, and the people behind them, the same way that you might be reminded of a person you know in real life. I will carry you, and your wonderful muses with me in my heart as I take my steps into the next chapter. And just know, that if you ever find yourself wondering if good ol’ Peanut would want to hear from you, the answer is, and will always be, yes. Thank you for being a part of what has made the final pages of this great chapter the most riveting, thrilling, and satisfying that any person could ever hope for.

With all of my love,

Peanut/Dustin

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The Rules

- Please Read the rules before interacting

-This is an Ask and RP blog. Rps will be taken under consideration, on a case by case basis

- Absolutely No one under 18, preferably 21+. I’m not planning to censor anything on this blog. If you are not of age, do not follow or interact. You will be reported and blocked

- Patience is a virtue. The Mun works an incredibly difficult and stressful job, that, because it pays the bills, takes priority. This blog is a platform for fun and interaction but can’t take precedence over the real world. Sometimes I’m super busy and it could be awhile before I respond to a post, or an RP. If you aren’t capable of patience don’t interact.

- Please be respectful. The level of respect you show this blog and others is important to the Mun. if you aren’t capable of acting in a mature fashion, you will be blocked. BE NICE…

- Absolutely no popup RPs in ask, without having discussed or plotted a story with the Mun.

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- This is not a tcest site. I’m sorry I don’t know how to write tcest, and don’t have a desire to do so. I feel that I would not be a decent or supportive rp partner if I’m not able to give it my best, and thus do not wish to mistreat or neglect those in the community who enjoy this type of RP

- No randomly appearing in the lair without being invited. Donnie has gone above and beyond to give them safety in their sanctuary. If you weren’t invited, you are not welcome in their home, as is the case with any stranger.

On to the boys!

- The boys are 2014/2016 Bayverse turtles but are mature adult men. Human age wise they are around 50, but maturity and body wise, somewhere in their 30’s respectively. They do not age the same as humans due to the properties of mutagen and their turtle mutant base type

- This is an AU set several decades into the future- please read the prologue to help understand a little more about the world they live in

- They live in a skyrise, penthouse. With state of the art- Donnie certified level protections put into place. Nothing gets in or out, without his knowing. He does not take the safety of himself or his brothers lightly

- The Boys do not belong to anybody and will not belong to anybody. They are free to interact with whomever they would like, in any way that has been discussed and planned between the two muns.

- They don’t know your muse, nor have had any previous interactions with your muse, and thus are not in love with your muse, or have an established relationship with your muse.

- If you want their love and attention you will have to earn it, just like you would in any other type of interaction

- Absolutely no god-modding. Example: its your 3rd time to respond and you’re attempting to have Leo princess carry your character to bed. This is not a natural flow to the story, and not going to happen.

- The boys may like certain features, or admire certain characteristics, however they are open to all body types, shapes and beings, so long as they feel a connection.

A quick explanation as to what the boys do with their free time in a world that knows they exist.

Leo: “We each found our interests and talents opened up a several viable options that had lead us each to a “unique” position.” Leo led as he gathered his thoughts. “Keep in mind after we managed to stop Krang and those who worked closely with him, the world was vulnerable. As far as my brothers and I were concerned, we had fought too hard and for too long for someone to simply slip into the power vacuum we had created and to continue to harsh reality Krang had created for Earth’s inhabitants. Due to this we each chose to do what we knew how to do and could most easily adapt as challenges presented themselves.”

He paused for a moment as he thought about the hardships, they had each faced and managed to overcome as they slowly helped right the world and returned her to standing on her own. A shimmering blue jewel among the galaxy and other worlds that had become familiar with the planet and its amenities.

“During our years in the resistance we managed to acquire wealth and assets. We were able to accumulate quite the little nest egg using those. Along with our acquired influence it opened many a door which in the old world would have remained not only closed but permanently locked to us.”

“I became a strategic investor. Buying the remnants of properties, businesses and services and either helping them to return to what they once were or repurposing to better suit the needs of this new era and turn a profit. It proved to be very profitable and allowed for me to continue to churn out profits which allowed for me to seek other properties and businesses to invest in or connect the right individuals with each other in away that led to my ability to offer the initial capital for a small percentage of the quarterly earnings. It helped people to create jobs and led to a lot of normalcy for those who desperately needed.

One hand washes the other, and this in its essence has lead to my own sector of the Tartaruga brothers incorporated. I have a multi-billion dollar operation on Earth and several branches operating throughout the universe currently.”

Donnie: “As Leo has said,” Donnie commented calmy, “our time resisting and fighting lead us each to our own talents. I spent a lot of time wearing many hats, which included, chemists, doctor, surgeon, agronomist, engineer, electrician, etc. to put it simply I spent a lot of time learning how to save lives, human and otherwise, and the best way to stretch our available resources in a way which led to people surviving. I also had to learn how to create medications which were so commonplace that many died without having them available. Most antibiotics don’t have a very long shelf life and when those ran out initially, we were in constant jeopardy of losing lives to the simplest of bacterial infections. My knowledge, and subsequent research lead to significant improvements and branching into many other factors, and shall we say break throughs.

Needless to say, the value of others wants, lead to my ability to fund the needs of the many. In my sector, I have several leadings areas including pharmacy, medical research, agrarian development, as well as generalized research and development in multiple fields from domestic to military. For obvious reasons, more detailed information is strictly classified.”

Raph: Raph chuckled as Donnie glossed over his closely guarded research. He was willing to kill to protect his research and continue to control the aspects that allowed him to fund the bulk of his interests and common welfare of those he blanketed with his programs. “They ain’t lying. After the world came back from going to shit, it took awhile to get it back up and going. Additionally, there were a lot of people, generally those not from this world that were way too determined to make sure we failed. This led to a lot of infighting and groups struggling for control. That tends to lead to a lot of shady business if you know what I mean, and it wasn’t like we had any type of social services such as police, fire fighting, or anything else. I initially took charge in areas like these.

I took a lot of care to train groups so that they worked together and were prepared to handle whatever problems came. It took a lot of time to cultivate proper training programs and help prepare people on how to help a traumatized world get back to functioning in a healthy way. I still help do this on planets and areas that are in recovery.”

“That being said however, my primary interest and “job” if you want to call it that, is training mixed martial artist prize fighters for the world federation galaxy league. Simply put we aren’t the only species that likes to watch trained athletes test their skills against one another within their respective brackets, or on specially contracted prized fights. I used to fight for the league and earned a lot of titles and prestige. I won most fights and was often the favorite to win after a while. I’m semi-retired and only occasionally enter the ring now days. However, I take and train promising talents for the league and other groups. I have also trained personal bodyguards for a variety of individuals.  Different specialties come with different specifics and contracts as well as costs. It takes a specific might set for each, and a lot of time to drill into a thick skull.”

Mikey: Mikey laughed at the turtle in red, “Oh yeah, and you were the king of thick skulled back when we were young, and dumb.” He barely dodged the throw pillow that was chucked at his head.  “Let’s see for me personally,” Mikey flashed a big grin, “I happen to be a master of many trades. During our days in the resistance, I learned a lot of different tricks to help make the food rations we had on hand not only palatable but nutritionally sound while feeding a literal army of people! So when it was possible I spent a large amount of time learning how to take fancy old world recipes and revamped them with food sources that were still available or recreated them with off world goodies. I also still paint, and love to collaborate with others to create amazing new concepts!”

His face darkened for a moment as he thought back to the early days of the resistance. “There were so many people who in the blink of an eye had lost everything, and unfortunately it was insanely common to find kids who had either been separated from their families or were the only survivor. In a lot of instances they were traumatized and it took a lot of creative thinking to coax them out of their shells and help to reteach them on how to live. This happened fairly frequently with adults as well. Because of this and what seemed like a never ending shortage of textiles, I had to learn and create new ways to make things and often times help find things that brought the sparkle back to peoples eyes. Because of this however, I have a multimedia conglomerate that allows me to work in a wide area of creative outlets. The fashion world is a flippant mistress, but there are a lot of ways in which one can compete and stand out. It’s led to a lot of lucrative contracts with those who are “starving” for the next amazing piece of creatively, or at least that’s what they tell me. The great thing about taking high end contracts and commissions is that a lot like my brothers, the revenue lets me continue to reach out to others. I fund a program that includes shelters called “Uncle Mikey’s” for those who are missing, exploited, or just need help. I also teach cooking, and practical skills for those who need them, and they are streamed to community centers such as local libraries, after school programs, and the like, to try and continue to help those who never received a chance to learn to do things due to the world kind of going through an apocalypse level event.

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hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.

HISTORY.

born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?

naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL

anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?

uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal

wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong

was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent

TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW

his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later

this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings

present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.

funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.

i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.

really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.

TRIVIA.

has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).

uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying

inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right

interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter

when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP

the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc. 

PLOT IDEAS.

people he met through online support groups about coping with grief

uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!

opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them

someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon

someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)

someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health

other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away

someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount

someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit

night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO

gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you

i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚