#Open to mutuals and non-mutuals alike

[starlingisms]

for once in my life, i'm actually almost caught up on my drafts, so consider this a reverse starter call ! if you want a specific muse of mine, please specify below ♡

[radicalrascals]

Open: Y/m saw a HELP WANTED sign in the window of an occult bookshop owned by a werewolf; y/m could apply for the job or have already got the job and are here for their first day at work Looking for: any muse that fits a supernatural setting My muse: Cassia Turner; witch | fc: Jade Tailor

HELP WANTED - If you're awesome please apply inside

It had been a month since Cassia had taped that sign to the inside of the shop's window. Spellbound - Occult Books & Curios was in dire need of support, and its only two salesmen in an even bigger need of a break. There was Nick, the shop keeper by trade, and as a werewolf absolutely rubbish covering shifts around a full moon. And of course; Cassia, a young witch, working the extra shift today while her boss was away howling at the moon.

She had a couple of books on her arm, wandering aimlessly around in the crammed little shop, indecisive about where to put the tomes. Eventually the sound of the shop door bell made her stop in her tracks and Cassia absentmindedly put them next to a display of candles and generic Halloween decor - the only items in the shop that actually brought in money.

"Hi, I'm Cass," she put out her beringed hand and smiled warmly, "You're here about the sign, right?"

[erosisms]

open starter

plot: renji forgot to lock the door when showering late a night, and someone opened the door thinking no one was in there.

possible connections: best-friends s/o, brothers s/o, father's s/o, step-sibling (open to m/f/nb )

"what? is your boyfriend's dick too small to satisfy you or something sweetheart? you can't seem to take your eyes off mine." kenji flirted as he stepped out of the shower, naked as the day he was born, his large cock hanging between his legs proudly. this all could've been avoided if he had just remembered to lock the door before he'd gone in, especially considering it was late enough at night no one should've been up and showering anyway; he was sure they were just as surprised as he was in that moment. "if you think it's big now, you should see it hard."

[outcastbybirth]

"It's times like these where I say fuck it and grab the strongest drink I can find." The blonde uttered her frame leaning lazily against the doorframe, a smirk planted firmly on her lips. "I suggest we go an' do that."

[thefalloutwiki]

Say hello to the new and independent Fallout Wiki!

Greetings to all of you lovely wastelanders, mutants and robots alike! We come bearing an important announcement, one which might even pique the curiosity of all you nosy prospectors out there.

We’d like to introduce you to the shiny and brand spanking new, Independent Fallout Wiki.

Now, I know, you may be asking to yourself, “Wait, there’s already a Fallout Wiki out there! Why’s this one so dang special?” 

Well, if you’d bear with me for a moment, I’ll tell you why!

What is the Independent Fallout Wiki?

Well, the Independent Fallout Wiki is just about as straightforward as it sounds! We all used to be members of another wiki dedicated to Fallout, which is hosted by a company that shall remain nameless. Now, if there’s one thing you should know about this company, it’s that they have very little regard for the community, introducing changes that no one likes, hosting tons of ads and even buying out wiki editors to work for them. We find this (among other things) to be antithetical to our beliefs. We feel that wikis should be in the hands of the community, not a company that refuses to listen to us!

This reached a breaking point earlier this year, along with some events out of our control, which led to the bright idea of forking into independence and starting a new wiki! A wiki that’s truly in the hands of the community. A wiki that is self-hosted and safe from harmful, corporate interests. We don’t have shareholders to please and we don’t answer to anyone. We don’t have ads and we don’t need them, hopefully ever. Content is created by fans, for fans

We are simply wanting to provide the most reliable and accurate source of all things Fallout. We’ve even broke bread with some of the other fantastic independent wikis out there, such as Doom Wiki and Combine Overwiki whom we recommend you check out too!

What kinds of new features are we offering?

We’re glad you asked! As well as offering a trove of accurate, well sourced content about the Fallout franchise (with strict guidelines to ensure the best possible content quality, as all wikis should), we’re offering a new Community space. This will be a place for the community to host all kinds of fan works, such as fanfiction, fan art, creations, roleplaying and tabletop games, pen and paper games, Fallout 76 player CAMPs and, much, much more.

As mentioned before, we have affiliated with many other independent wiki projects, including the Doom Wiki, Combine OverWiki, JoJo’s Bizarre Encyclopedia, StrategyWiki, Unofficial Elder Scrolls Pages, and even Halopedia! We’re also proud members of the Gaming Wiki Network, and soon, we’ll even be affiliated with NIWA, the Nintendo Independent Wiki Alliance. These affiliations will offer mutual aid and support that will help every wiki in the short-term and long-term. We are looking forward to working with them, for we all share the same goals!

How can we help and how can we be apart of the community?

We welcome anyone who wishes to join our community. It doesn’t matter if you’re an editor or reader. We are all fans of Fallout and we encourage you to join our community! If you are a non-editor and are only looking for information about something from the Fallout franchise, click this here link! https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Fallout_Wiki/

If you are interested in becoming an editor and want to fight the good fight to help rewrite content and smashing misinformation and head-canon, click this other here link! https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Special:UserLogin

While you’re there, check out our LGBTQ representation page. It was written by the lovely robot, C0NN1E here on Tumblr!: 

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/LGBTQ_representation_in_Fallout

We welcome all members of the LGBTQ+, MOGAI, GSRM, Plural and Otherkin communities with open arms!

Last, but not least, if you’d like to be apart of our wider social community, you can follow us here on Tumblr, on Twitter, check out our Instagram or join our Discord, right here below, right now! We even got a fresh, custom invite link!

https://discord.gg/falloutwiki

https://twitter.com/thefalloutwiki

https://www.instagram.com/thefalloutwiki/

Well, that about wraps up this little segment of ours. We hope you enjoy this project as much as we do. We put a lot of time, effort and care into it and we want to give back to the people that we love the most, the community. Have safe travels out there, and we hope to see you around!

END OF BROADCAST

[infiniteeight8]

Please I NEED more of the sentinel and guide au

I realized I never specified that the boys are still heroes in this AU. They are sentinel and guide and Iron Man and Doctor Strange. However that works. lol. That’s how they knew each other in the first ficlet and how Stephen got to Tony so quickly.

The first part of this AU is here.

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Courting Stephen Strange is surprisingly low key. At this point in their lives, they both get more than enough excitement without feeling like they have to go out and find more. They eat in a lot. Stephen takes Tony sightseeing to some inaccessible places—both conventionally and interdimensionally inaccessible. Tony takes Stephen to a couple of shows. But mostly, they eat in and talk. 

And practice guiding Tony’s senses, of course.

That’s practical, but it’s also great for building intimacy. Grounding a Sentinel requires activating multiple senses. Tony gets to know trembling touches and the rumble of a deep voice and the hint of dust and tea that clings to Stephen’s robes. Stephen gets to know the rhythm of Tony’s pulse and intricacies of his breath and the focus of his eyes. 

Inevitably, the time comes for them to meet in the spirit world the first time. Despite how well the courtship is going—and it is going well—Tony isn’t looking forward to it. People don’t generally react well to his spirit guide. As a result, when he opens his eyes to the blue-green landscape of the spirit world, he’s not surprised to find himself alone. He’s also not surprised to find himself somewhere other than the jungle. The jungle is a common spirit world setting for sentinels and guides alike, but it’s not the only one, and it’s never been one Tony identified with. The cornfield is a surprise, though.

Eventually, the tall stalks rustle and rustle and Stephen emerges from between them. Their gazes mutually go automatically to their spirit guides, and after a moment they both start laughing.

Spirit guides are, almost universally, large predators. Wolves and panthers are most common, followed by other big canines and cats, but bears and even crocodiles are not unheard of.

Tony’s spirit guide is a crow. The judgment he sees in the eyes of guides with wolves at their sides has been the nail in the coffin of more than one potential bonding. 

Despite their compatibility, it had never occurred to him that Stephen might also have a non-standard spirit guide. His is a cat, but not one of the big cats. It’s a common housecat, riding on Stephen’s shoulder just as Tony’s crow is riding on his.

Their laughter runs down and they link arms, setting off on a rambling walk through the corn, their spirit guides calmly riding along. 

[hmsharmony]

Hi all! This shouldn’t come as a surprise given how infrequently I’ve been on this year, but I’m officially going on hiatus from tumblr (and probably fandom as well). I honestly thought I had processed October 7th and the antisemitic fallout with my therapist, until she left the practice just last month. I was anxious about who I might end up with, so I asked if she could recommend any Jewish therapists in her practice, which she did. Of course there’s only so much you can tell from a therapist’s bio, but I chose one hoping I wouldn’t end up with someone who had not internalized antisemitism.

I did not.

I ended up with someone who has had a similar experience. And when she revealed this, a weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying suddenly disappeared.

We had our first meeting last week and discussed what I had worked on with my last therapist. Of course that included work we did re October 7, and when I started going into specific, I started crying. My new therapist then gently asked me if I had processed the trauma. I responded that I thought I had, but maybe not (very obviously not). She then added “living as a Jewish person” to the list of things we would be working on (a first for her, she said).

“Okay, but how does this relate to tumblr?” Good question! The answer to which I’m putting behind a read more because no one should be forced to see my more detailed account of trauma I’m still processing.

Twitter and tumblr were the two social media platforms where I encountered the most antisemitism starting on October 7. It’s where I saw friends and acquaintances justify the massacre of Jews because they happened to be Israeli (or just in Israel!). It’s where former friends admonished me for how I reacted, insisting that it didn’t matter WHAT I was reacting to, as if it was unthinkable to have heated reactions to antisemitism following the worst massacre of Jews since the Holocaust. I had my trauma dismissed or ignored. A mutual revealed for the first time that they were Jewish and, in the same breath, used that newly revealed identity to dismiss my experience. I was told by person a, b, or c that x, y, or z mutual couldn’t possibly be antisemitic because THEY had never experienced that when interacting with them—an argument person a/b/c rightfully called out in other contexts. And, of course, seeing non-Jewish mutuals refusing to allow Jews to define Zionism, aka the Jewish movement of self-determination, and defining it in a way that vilifies 80-90% of all Jews worldwide. The blood libel. The conspiracy theories. The spreading of Soviet era antisemitic propaganda. And on and on and on.

I closed my Twitter account only a month or so after October 7, and I haven’t returned. I didn’t think that was necessary with tumblr because it’s easier to cultivate one’s experience. Yet even though I KNOW I’ve taken the steps to limit my exposure to antisemitism, every time I think about opening the app, I am filled with dread. And I think it’s because I still haven’t processed not only the antisemitism I experienced in those first few months on here affect October 7, but also the sense of betrayal (see: how the previous paragraph is filled to the brim with bitterness). Also, unlike with the other social media sites I’m still using regularly, I don’t have close friends here, particularly ones who are calling out antisemitism. There are plenty of people I follow on tumblr who have been calling out antisemitism (although most of them were people I found after October 7). I am so grateful to those people, Jewish and non-Jewish alike, but they’re not close friends. My close tumblr friends, most of whom remain close friends, left tumblr a long time ago. Having joined a new fandom, I was building new tumblr relationships in 2022/2023, but then October 7 happened, and with it everything I said above. Perhaps not surprisingly, I’ve since closed myself off from new relationships, even with people I had already started to get to know. That makes for a very lonely experience, which is never a great feeling but is a particularly awful feeling when antisemitism remains so high.

All of this to say: until I process everything, I think tumblr, and fandom by extension, will continue to feel hostile and isolating, regardless of whether it actually is. I really, truly hope to return to tumblr and fandom in the future. I’m hopeful having a therapist who has personal knowledge of antisemitism in the wake of October 7 will mean much more effective therapy.

Fandom has been part of my life since I was nine years old, when I waited impatiently for my AOL dial up to connect to the internet so I could find out why Sailor Moon was no longer playing on Cartoon Network—and discovered fan fiction in the process. Since I was nine!! That’s more than 2/3 of my life. I want to feel comfortable again in a world that has informed so much of who I am. Which is why I’m very hopeful I will return, even if I don’t know how long it will take.

So until then, 👋🏻.

(If we are mutuals and/or have interacted a fair bit before and you would like to stay in touch, I will be checking my messages for a bit and, depending on our history, can point you in the direction of the other social media I’m still using.)

[blingblong55]

Runs in the family - 141

This is based on a request

Gn!Reader

Backstory:

You were one of the most recent additions to 141. Price thought you'd be great and made the call. The team, mainly soap, adored how you and the lieutenant wore balaclavas. He made jokes and often would tease you both. You soon received the nickname "Ghosty" by non other that Soap, and thought out the mission in Mexico, everyone knew you as 'Ghosty'. Of course Ghost hated how you and him got compared, but he also had some suspicion as to why you wore the balaclava. He often thought you also had a shitty past.

-----

After a call with Shepard, the team knew what they had to do. Mainly Ghost, and with the help of Price, he created "Ghost Team". You walked alongside the team, entering the unfortunate new and small base for Los Vaqueros.

"Orale, Vaqueros, pongan atención," Alejandro commanded his men. They all gathered around the table. "Alright, listen, we are taking back your HQ." You looked around the room, not fully aware of what was going to happen next. "We are killing Commander Graves." he spoke, "when?" Rodolfo asked, "now." he answered. "This is a fight against our own, we are not 1-4-1 and Los Vaqueros, we are a team."

Ghost grabbed a duffle bag from under the table. You're raised an eyebrow. What could this be, you thought. He threw what was contained in the bad on the table. More balaclavas. "Ghost Team." Price mentioned. And shortly Ghost, now Simon, took his mask off, revealing his identify. Your eyes widened. Bloody hell, you knew something was off and scary familiar with his features.

"Good to see you again Simon." Price welcomed back the soldier he once lost. "If you're in, take a mask. If you're not, don't." he finished. And as the other men around you started to grab the masks, you took of yours. The whispers continued. "There's two of 'em?!" Soap was the first to notice how similar you and Simon looked.

And for a split second, Simon understood why he had a weird feeling about you.You were his only living relative, his own blood. His god damned sibling. Your eyes meet and he gives you a subtle nod. A mutual agreement to speak about the matter later. You winked at him and he shook his head, a small smile appeared on his lips. Both of you placed the balaclavas over your heads.

-----

In the vehicle as you all made your ways to the head quarters, soap nudged your shoulder. "who would've thought that this entire time we actually had two Ghost's on our side." his voice low but hinting the smirk on his face.

"you cheeky bastard" you shook your head, and even though no one else saw, you smiled at your now new sibling.

It was true, your father wasn't the best of the best. That man was cruel and he treated you like he treated Simon. He always taunted you. He was your boogie man. Because of him, Simon and you were very alike. And sadly enough you two carried somewhat the same childhood scars and trauma.

It is up to both of you to see if there could ever exist a new, better and safer Riley Family/blood line. Who knows maybe just maybe the last name will finally carry some good memories.

You saw the possibilities. But Ghost? He was scared, he knew what happened to his family. He knew that the moment others found out you two were related you'd be dead. Nothing more but a piece of leverage for the enemy. Yes it was nice to know he had one relative alive, it was a funny feeling he couldn't shake off, but he couldn't loose you like how he lost Tommy.

He had to think of something else while on the mission. But every time he remembered how you and Soap would joke around about things, he couldn't help but picture his brother. He'd be your age by now. And shortly he started to wonder if you had a spouse and kids. And if maybe he would be invited over for the holidays, he pictured himself sitting on some couch watching his nephew or niece open a present he bought for them. He pictured his nephew, Joseph, mixed with your kids.

Then it really hit him, the waves of emotions. Hope. He really did have a family. And after the mission was over, he swore to protect his newly discovered family.

A/N: couldn't keep this from lurking in my head no more. To the anon that requested this,,,thank you<3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[multipackers]

@courtesons said: [ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other | non-sexual acts of dominance (accepting)

It was a fairly understood rule that, in this city, Dominick and Owen had some sort of sway in how things were run. Because of it, they formed an easy bond; a mutual understanding and acknowledgement of respect for one another.

They were almost too alike, with their domineering personalities sometimes threatening to cancel one another out. They had their ways of settling their occasional disagreements, if you catch the drift.

Dom liked to take the other out for dinner under the guide of "business talks" — this was always code for something else they dare not openly speak of. While Dom's sexuality was something of an open secret among his circles, he didn't advertise the fact. ("Il Finnoch" started as an insult, but he very quickly learned out to reappropriate to his benefit.) So pulling every string he could, he called in favors to close down restaurants for him and Owen to enjoy some much-earned privacy, allowing moments like this to happen.

"Careful, someone might catch you doin' that and think you're some kinda fruit," Dom smirks, always victim to having his body touched in sensitive places like the small of his back. "You're lucky I told Pat to secure the premises, or else we'd both be in danger of some fuckin' indecent exposure—"

[ikjun]

hello my dear fellow gifmakers! i recently hit 2.2k (as one does, thank you bots and fans) and i thought i would open my tracked tag a little more and make it more of a thing. since my favourite thing is to reblog beautiful things people made on here. so for kpop + mandopop and asian dramas, the tag #tuseral is open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike. i will try and rb most things (unless the content is white-washed or it's stuff i have some personal ick with though that's rare.) and it doesn't have to be stuff i only post about. it goes for most kpop groups and shows! in any case, i use my tracked tag for my queue and this queue runs constantly, so i am happy to fill it with more stuff from people on here. 🤍

[starlingisms]

muse: rachel baek - 24y/o fashion student - she/her - fc: moon gayoung (alt adeline rudolph) open to: all ! give me down-to-earth person who's totally judging rachel (no t*boo and pls read my rules first before replying) inspired by this

This was not what her designer bag was meant to endure! The sand was literally getting everywhere, and her shoes were going to be ruined. Rachel knew going on this trip with her friends to some remote beach town was a bad idea. There wasn't even a five-star hotel for her to enjoy. "Ugh!" she shrieked as she stumbled over her heels as she waded through the tumultuous sand. "What are you looking at? If you're gonna gawk, at least help me!"

[radicalrascals]

Open: Nick struggles to open his occult bookstore in the morning; some help from y/m would be appreciated or y/m could take advantage of a struggling werewolf for whichever reason (hunters? enemies? robbery? revenge?) Looking for: any muse that fits a supernatural setting; m preferred if romantic Muse: Nick Silva; werewolf | fc: Wagner Moura Editor: Beta

"Puta que pariu!" - for fuck's sake! - Nick cursed under his breath when he realised his shaking hands weren't allowing the key to go anywhere even close to the key hole. Struggling for only a minute had worn his patience so thin the werewolf was close to turning around and calling it a day this early in the morning; or more likely kick in the door to his occult bookshop and deal with the consequences later.

His deep, guttural growl in anger and frustration only died down when the shadow of someone else fell on him; their presence reminding Nick to act like a person and not giving in to the beast. "Morning," his voice sounded strained, "We're not open yet."

[erosisms]

open starter

plot: they're the last two in the gym locker room at the end of the night.

possible connections: best friend, teammate, coach, step-anything, personal trainer (open to m/nb tops )

"i'm not gay, but i've tried- you know slipping a finger in before-" it was quiet the locker room conversation they've managed to divulge too, most of the others already having cleared out for the night long before the topic of prostates had come on the table. "all i did was give myself a wrist cramp, i'm pretty sure it's a myth by this point." jacob joked, towel wrapped around his hips, leaving the rest of his large muscular frame on display as he stepped out of the shower.

[smashinghalloween]

𝕭𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖌𝖊 . . .

A familiar chill is sweeping through the Smash Mansion-- with it a cacophony of ghoulish giggling echoing along every hall. The source of the frightful uproar were hoards of ghastly ghosts. This year they weren't simply here to deliver a message. Residents and visitors alike would find themselves plagued by the nightmarish apparitions as they delivered merely a taste of the horrors they would soon experience in the town of Halloween...

No wall or door was a barrier to the haunting ghouls and everyone would find themselves personally accosted by a gruesome spectre and left with an invitation in their posession. The envelope resembled the iconic Smash Invite, except the paper was more withered and the symbol upon the orange seal bore a glowing jack-o-lantern.

The invite was a request for your presence by the one and only Pumpkin King himself. Included was a torn map of both Halloween Town and the renowned Hotel Transylvania. It contained directions on how to reach the hotel via the connecting graveyards for your stay, including a booking and room number with a signature by Count Dracula himself.

        EVENT DETAILS:

This special Halloween event is for the Smash / General Nintendo community! If your muse chooses to attend, they will transform into a Halloween creature upon arrival to Halloween Town ( like Kingdom Hearts ). It’s up to you what sort of Halloween entity your muse will become! Of course, if your muse is already scary, they needn’t change. Duplicate muses are welcome!

You may find non-mutuals participating in the event, you are not required to interact with everyone, but please be respectful and open to everyone.

You don’t have to be following this blog, but it makes life easier since all updates will be posted here. Jack Skellington and Count Dracula will be the main hosts of this event.

Your muses will be staying at Hotel Transylvania during the event, which Count Dracula runs. He is an old friend of Jack. The graveyards at each location offer a quick portal to and fro.

I wanna stress that this event is open to everyone in the RPC. Smash is about celebrating crossovers and Sora being in Smash makes everything canon. Don’t be afraid to get involved! Canon characters, OCs or otherwise, you’re all welcome to have some spooky fun in Halloween Town!

It will take place the throughout all of October with special events, ect every week. This means everyone gets a chance to take part, but you’re not locked into the event, you can RP outside of it normally of course! Your muses will be helping Jack and the rest of the town make Halloween happen! They will also get to experience many different activities such as pumpkin carving and finding a prize through a haunted maze. Parties will also take place at the Hotel and live music events. Again, the community tag for this event will be: ‘#event: spooky smashing fun’

The events aren’t time sensitive and can overlap, so don’t worry if a new one starts and you’re still having fun with another one. For example, your muse can carry on pumpkin carving, while a masquerade party is also happening. You can take part in as many or as few events as you like. The point is to have some Halloween fun all through October! Even when the event ends, you're free to continue threads.

Please reblog this promotion post if you’re interested / your muse is joining the fun! It helps gauge interest. Please feel free to join the Smash/Nintendo RPC Discord server for more discussion and to share your ideas for this event, meet other participants and more! https://discord.gg/SETxJyv

Needless to say, anti-LGBTQ+, TERFs, MAPs, incest shippers/supporters, racists, exclusionists, ect are not welcome to participate in this event.

[summersunsetball]

10th August 756 M.E.

Esteemed reader,

I do hope that this invitation finds you in good health.

The end of August is fast approaching, which, in this great Kingdom of Lucis, means the coming of the annual Lucian Summer Sunset Festival. Since the days of the Founder King, Lucis has held a celebration in the final weeks of August to herald the coming change of seasons. Historically, this festival has been to express gratitude to the Astrals for the light of the warmer seasons and pray for the coming of a bountiful harvest in the fall. The festival's scope has expanded in the modern day to be a celebration at large of the final weeks of summer.

Serendipitously, for the past 20 years, this festival has coincided with the birthday of His Royal Highness, Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, deepening the significance of the festival to all Lucians. This holds especially true for myself — not only as your King, but also, as a father.

Therefore, it is with great pleasure that I extend this invitation to Crown citizens and visitors alike to participate in the festivities here within Insomnia. Throughout the city, there will be food and myriad leisure activities to celebrate the occasion. The main event will be a royal ball held on the day of His Highness' birth, the 30th of August. During this time, the citadel will be open to all in attendance. There will be catering, live music, dancing, and more. Formal dress is required of those attending the ball.

We do hope to see you in attendance.

— King Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII

Hiyaaaa all! Most of the details were in that letter up there, but yes, we are hosting a royal ball RPC event! Here's a quick rundown of the OOC rules:

This event is based on / set in the universe of Final Fantasy XV, but you do not need to know anything about the game or the series at large to participate! Your muse does not even need to be from the game or have a verse. Crossovers are very much welcome!

Duplicate muses are welcome! For crying out loud, this event is being hosted by two Noctis blogs. That said, please be mindful of individuals' rules and comfort levels regarding duplicate interactions.

Events are NOT time sensitive! This means that you are under no obligation to cease interactions from any one day or event after said event has ended or another has started. If the ball has begun but you're still having fun with the garden walk thread from two days ago, by all means continue to write it.

By the same token, feel free to continue any event interactions after this event has finished.

You are not required to follow this blog to participate, but update posts and IC events will be posted here, so it may make your life easier!

Tag any event-related posts with #LucianSummerSunset so that others who are participating can find your posts.

You may find that non-mutuals are participating in the event — please be respectful of others and be sure that they are open to non-mutual event interactions before initiating them.

Any proship / profiction / "anti-anti" / "proudly problematic" behavior is NOT welcome in this event, and anybody who condones this kind of behavior will be blocked from the event sideblog. Please be honest about your intentions and allow the mods to curate their space as you do yours.

To sign up for the event, please send us an ask with the following:

Mun name: Pronouns: URL(s): Participating muse(s): Are you comfortable with non-mutual interactions during this event?:

That will be it! I'm super excited to host this for everyone!

— Neg

[1batch2batch]

muse: Frank Castle (Daredevil/Punisher) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: a cabin in the woods, a year or so after the zombie outbreak in The Walking Dead universe open to: other Marvel/TWD muses, multifandom crossovers, OCs, whatever! triggers: death/child death, guns, threats, war mention

In some ways, things were simpler after the world ended. Simpler the way war was simpler. Live or die. Them or us. Pull the trigger or find yourself on the other end of the barrel. It was difficult to say how much time had passed when it was just him. The days didn't mean anything, all of them blurring together in the routine tasks of survival. The cabin wasn't entirely self-sustaining, but it wasn't far off. There was water and a little space cleared to grow food, traps in the woods, even a generator if he was feeling extra, but there wasn't often a need for it.

It had also been empty for a time. Had some business to take care of a ways out, and he took the long way back to make sure he wasn't followed. It had started with his family, killed by humans instead of walkers, of all things. He should have known, should have had enough experiences with people doing stupid, terrible things, to know that the dead wouldn't be the worst thing they were facing, but it had all been so new back then, dead coming back to life, watching the government crumble fast along with any possibility of a cure. He'd put down the rabid animals who were responsible, too late to matter, and since then he'd made it his business to take care of any problems like that. Bad enough they had to fight the walkers.

He knew there was someone else there before he ever stepped inside, but how they'd managed to get in, he couldn't yet say. The cabin was heavily fortified, traps set against walkers and humans alike, and they'd have to be skilled, desperate, or damn lucky to get by them all. There was nothing to announce his presence except the click of a gun, his voice gravel from disuse. "Talk fast."