#Seeking Connections [Starter Call]

[talesxfelysium]

eeeeee hiii im overthinking! if youre open to me dm'ing you about possible rp pls give this a like <3

[tarotbiscuits]

𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡: 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔰

(this is for my female audience interested in men)

˜”°•.˜”°• Who are they?

What do they have to say to you?

What are their intentions towards you? •°”˜.•°”

We'll see what their energy (and the cards) say

Try to meditate on the piles beforehand and choose the one which calls you the most. If you don't feel drawn to any of them, close your eyes, take a deep breath and open your eyes. The pile you notice first is your pile!! If you feel drawn to two piles, i'd suggest choosing the one you're most drawn to, as the messages tend to be similar in nature.

𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 1 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 2

𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 3 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 4

PILE 1

Signs this might be for you:

444 is significant to you

you have a flowy red dress that you love wearing and it looks great on you (i see you turning around happily in that dress)

Who is your fs?

the hermit, temperance, page of cups rx, page of wands rx, five of swords, king of cups

Greetings, pile 1! For starters, i see that your fs is someone that you’ve already been in a romantic connection with. Your fs is someone who is more introverted or a loner at heart. He usually takes a lot of time for himself to balance his emotions out in his day-to-day life. He can be rather emotionally immature at times, not admitting his feelings for his love interests due to poor communication skills. I feel like he’s not the type to take risks. He wishes to be like everyone else, instead of standing out from the crowd. Your fs is a guy who doesn’t engage in conflicts much. Whenever he gets into conflict with someone, he tends to leave the situation to meditate upon it instead of lashing out. What I see coming for him is the fact that soon enough, he’ll be in his king of cups energy, because he took the time to get to know himself and seek answers to his problems. He’ll become an emotionally mature man, who can be honest about his feelings and support you emotionally when you need him.

His message for you

tower rx, four of cups, justice rx

“I’m sorry (i felt a lump in my throat right after that). Justice wasn’t done in our connection and it’s all my fault. I did you wrong big time and I don’t expect you to even forgive me, let alone take me back. I was a fool in the past when I denied your offer. I pursued other options over you (i don’t feel like this is a third party situation, just casual dating). Now I realized that having a lot of options won’t bring me emotional fulfillment and happiness if they’re not you. Our break-up was a traumatic experience for me and I did everything I could to numb my feelings and forget about you.”

His intentions towards you

death rx, ten of swords rx

Dear pile 1, I’m sorry to break it to you, but for now, your fs wants to heal from the connection. He feels like there are some demons from your past connection that still follow him and he wants to stop them from inflicting more pain on him. He wants to let go of the past and move on with his life. Considering he’s going to be your fs, the story isn’t probably over yet, i think?. Knight of cups rx is at the bottom of the deck, he feels like he can’t make a love offer rn. Under this there’s the queen of cups, omg he sees you as his soulmate. He deff still loves you, but is too heartbroken over the past. Give him time, pile 1. It’s just not the right time for the two of you to be together now.

Extra:

likes reading a lot

also likes ducks (and other feathered animals)

zodiac placements: virgo sun, water signs (cancer, scorpio, pisces) in big 6

PILE 2

Signs this might be for you:

33 is relevant to you

you have sneezed recently or you sneeze a lot

Who is your fs?

three of pentacles rx, three of wands, king of swords rx, seven of wands, ace of wands horizontal (yes, i take horizontals as advice cards), eight of swords, the world (bottom of the deck)

Hello pile 2, hope you’re having a great day! Your fs is someone who’s independent – he prefers to work alone than in groups or in collaboration with another person. He’s likely an adventurous type who travels a lot for work, but also in his free time. When he travels for fun, he likes to explore the natural wonders of our planet: hiking in the woods, tasting the freshness of the water streams around him. On the downside, he can be rather arrogant with his words, feeling like he’s above others intellectually or that people aren’t as honest and truthful like him. He can get a lot of backlash because of this, which makes him feel like he needs to defend for himself most of the time. I see that your fs wants to pursue a new creative endeavor, likely stemming from one of his passions, but he’s afraid. He is advised to take a leap of faith and do it anyway. He won’t know what’s in store for him unless he tries.

You two will probably be in a long distance relationship for a while. He’ll deff open you up to new experiences, getting you out of your comfort zone. Since he’s well travelled, count on him when you two are booking a holiday destination – he tends to know the coolest spots for taking pictures :)

His message for you

sun horizontal, page of pentacles horizontal, three of swords rx, king of cups, four of cups, five of pentacles rx

“Hey baby, it’s okay. The sun isn’t shining today, but that doesn’t mean it won’t shine tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day. I know you’re afraid to take a new beginning, you’ve been hurt so bad by love and all I want to do is take away your pain. I promise you, I’ll take away your pain one day, okay? Just don’t close yourself off to new possibilities, heck even in love. Don’t wait for me. Live your life, explore other options. See what you like and what you don’t. Just remember, you’re never alone. There are people who will love you for who you truly are, your family loves you (i sense that you might have had a difficult upbringing, a dysfunctional family, especially an absent mother, but your fs doesn’t know that yet). I will. You’re never alone, remember that.”

His intentions towards you

the high priestess rx, wheel of fortune rx, the star, nine of pentacles

Pile 2, your fs is closing himself off from your connection in the higher realm for now. Like pile 1, he feels like now is not the right time for you two to be together – your connection is divinely guided by the Universe and his higher self is guiding him towards some hardships in his personal life to learn valuable lessons, which are needed for your connection. He’s hopeful that you exist and he knows that you will be reunited at some point, but for now, he’s happily single and he wants to focus on maintaining his independence.

Extra:

rice is very significant (either his origins are from Asia or he strongly loves/hates rice)

zodiac placements: strong sagittarius, especially sagittarius sun/venus, gemini sun (it might be aspected with pluto, i see mostly conjuncting pluto or squaring/opposing pluto), gemini mercury, leo in big 6 (mostly ascendant and mars)

PILE 3

Signs this might be for you:

you have blue eyes (sorry guys, i can’t get any more signs for this one; he’s also telling me that you’ve eaten something specific recently but i can’t see what; i'm hearing mozarella sticks? lmk if it resonates, i'm not sure on this one)

Who is your fs?

five of pentacles rx, the tower rx, the emperor rx, temperance, page of cups rx, eight of wands, the star (bottom of the deck)

Woahh, pile 3. When i was shuffling the cards for this question, a lot of them fell down. Your fs has a lot to tell you about himself!! I think he has been often told to shut up by others. That’s what made him keep to himself a lot, but with you, he wants to tell you everything. Hahaha, now he's got a much calmer energy. Pile 3, your fs is the type of person that has outbursts of anger and he lashes out everything, but after that he’s like a lamb lmao. I see that your fs has been through some deep, dark shit in his past, likely involving his parents. Either his parents divorced at some point and it affected him deeply or his father abandoned him at a very young age. This broke down his world at the time, but i see that he has healed from it. He wished he had a happy childhood, but he just wants peace now and he got it. I felt his energy for a moment where he kept saying “I just want the fights to be over already” and then he kept repeating “over” again and again in a very demanding tone. I’d say his unhappy childhood still haunts him at times (i got death rx on the bottom of the deck when i clarified the first 3 cards), but he does believe in true love. He’s someone who tends to keep his feelings in check and his life in moderation. He can act immature at times, but i feel like he does feel sorry for his actions and tries his best to become a better person.

His message for you

six of swords, nine of pentacles, the well rx (i'm using ethereal visions by matt hughes it's my only deck ;-;), knight of swords

“Be strong. You have walked away from so many storms, that you’ve become this beautiful butterfly on your own. And if you haven’t walked away from those toxic people – do it NOW. I’ve walked away from my parents and friends, was it easy? No, but I’m much better now. You gotta be who you truly are as a person, you’re so fricking valuable. You need to be upfront and direct with people. I’ll teach you if you can’t. Why have you blocked your creative juices? Was it because of pain? Don’t let past hurts hinder your light. You are this beautiful goddess that is above EVERYONE else (i can really feel this feminine energy coming from you). I’ll worship the ground you walk on. Just don’t let them win.”

Pile 3, i feel like some of you are healing from a break-up, but you are already almost fully healed. You’re glowing and your fs adores that.

His intentions towards you

six of cups rx, page of swords rx, king of wands rx, wheel of fortune horizontal (yes, i take horizontals as advice cards)

For some of you, i feel like you already know them. Your fs might have been a childhood friend, a neighbor or a classmate that you used to hang around with when you were kids, just doing fun stuff. I don’t think he was in your life for a long time, you probably lost contact for some reason. I also don’t think you two were romantically involved, but if you did, it was more of an innocent fling.

For others of you, this is someone completely new and the six of cups rx might just point out to his unhappy childhood. He’s been pondering on it lately and feels very sad, maybe even depressed.

Either way, I feel like he’s going to enter your life really soon, but it won’t be at the right time. He’s not someone that is guided by a higher force, his intuition is quite blocked and he tends to act on his impulsive feelings without thinking of the consequences too much.

If you already know him, he might tell you about some harsh truth. Either point out to something you do which isn’t right, so he’s gonna call you out on that or he’ll say something regarding the times when you hung out as kids, which didn’t sit right with him.

If you don’t know him, he’s probably going to show off to you in a very “look at me, I’m better than the other guys” kinda way.

Whether you already know him or you will in the near future, i do feel like he has romantic feelings for you and he feels like he has got a chance to be with you, but like i said, the universe is saying that right now is not the right time for your union. It’s very likely that he’s still in school/college and is very focused on it. He doesn’t know if he should choose to pursue you or his career rn. This last bunch of cards just flew so this has been heavily on his mind. I’d say don’t engage too much with him, this is only the beginning of your love story. It will solve itself out when the timing is right.

Extra:

bichons/havanese dogs might be significant to your or them

zodiac placements: heavy aries and leo energy (i wouldn’t be surprised if most of his birth chart is filled with fire placements), libra sun or an afflicted sun (with lots of squares and oppositions)  

PILE 4

Signs this might be for you:

you had a very hard time picking a pile (yeah, i literally didn’t know if i should make this pile or not)

your fav color is purple

Who is your fs?

three of swords horizontal (yes, i take horizontals as advice cards), the emperor horizontal, three of cups rx, nine of wands rx, knight of wands, six of wands

Pile 4!!! Spirit was telling me to do this reading asap because it’s urgent (and then i got a call lmao). Your fs is likely a very busy guy, getting calls all the time. Damn, I just saw him in a suit. He’s someone influential in his career for sure, probably works in business. Even the cards hardly came out, like he didn’t want to talk because he’s too busy atm. I see that for your fs, career is everything. He is used to declining invitations to social events and parties because he would rather spend his time and attention on making money. He’s very VERY successful in what he does, i see massive recognition here, because he seizes every opportunity to advance in his career and he goes for them!! Sadly, he wasn’t always like this. At times he felt like the competition was too much and that he won’t succed, but in the end he gave his all, despite his feelings. He is advised not to become too bossy with the people around him, even though i feel like he isn’t like that anyway. I also believe that his overfixation on his career comes from a past break-up that he hasn’t processed fully. He is advised to process it and move on, instead of trying to simply forget it by doing something else.

His message for you

The chariot rx, queen of cups, page of pentacles clarified by two of swords, eight of cups clarified by seven of cups, five of pentacles rx clarified by the hermit, five of swords rx clarified by the king of wands

This is more about his ex and what happened to him, I feel like he really needs to vent so be gentle with him pile 4

“I wasn’t ready for her. I wasn’t ready for our relationship, but my feelings for her were so much, I just couldn’t hold them inside of me anymore. At that time I believed this was a new beginning for us, one that we would both (and i emphasize both) build for, something which would have lasted for a long time (i’m hearing everlasting). I felt like something was off from the beginning, but I thought it was only my imagination playing tricks. I wanted to take it slow because I wasn’t sure…oh boy, was I wrong. I had to leave when I found out that she was cheating on me this whole time. I poured my heart to her and she cheated…I don’t want to remember what happened after. It took me a long time to get over it, get over her (i’m hearing sleepless nights). I felt so alone and abandoned, I didn’t want to talk with anyone, I drank myself to sleep. But this experience made me into who I am today. I know I’m strong. I weathered storms no one would have imagined and I came out victorious. But I’m never leaving my heart to anyone else.

I don’t know if you exist…I’m feeling strong now, but what if it’s just a façade? Do you even exist? (death is on the bottom of the deck , under the death card is the queen of wands rx, he really doesn’t feel like you exist). I feel like the world is filled with harsh people, people that only want to benefit from others and I’m not letting others exploit me anymore.”

Pile 4, i honestly feel like he has so much love to give to others, even to you, but i’m not sure if he sees that. He will make a great partner, i can feel this already. Please show him that you will be there for him and that your feelings are genuine. He needs it.

His intentions towards you

four of pentacles, page of wands, ace of cups, seven of swords

Well, he’s deff focusing on his finances rn for sure. I see that there will be a passionate, new beginning in your connection. I don’t think you two have met, i feel like this is a fresh energy. I heard that you will have to make the first step tho. He will open up to you quite fast after that, but he will also feel a bit wary in the beginning. He doesn’t want the past to repeat itself. I see him trying to peek into your phone when you’re texting someone, just to make sure you’re not cheating on him or anything. He does have the tendency to become paranoid, which can get out of hand if not addressed. My advice to you is to have open communication at all cost. I see a lot of love between the two of you. Don’t let it go to waste.

Extra:

zodiac placements: capricorn in big 3, sun/ascendant conjunct saturn, strong sagittarius and leo in big 6, mars in aries or sagittarius, scorpio energy in big 6 or pluto is significant

[denaliwrites]

Road to Hell

Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Of all the subjects Crowley thought he might walk in on you researching in the bookshop, demonology was probably at the bottom of the list.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Crowley is a dick (affectionate).

"What're you reading today?" Crowley asked, towering over you with a contemplative look. You lifted the book for him to see and in return he offered a shocked choking sound in the back of his throat. "Demonology, huh? What... inspired you to read that?"

He hadn't told you anything about him and Aziraphale being a demon and an angel, respectively. As far as he knew, Aziraphale hadn't broached the topic with you, either. To him, there was absolutely no reason for you to be reading about anything even remotely connected to his or Aziraphale's status as supernatural beings.

Yet here you were.

Reading a book on demonology.

You shrugged in response to his question, bringing the book back down to your lap to read comfortably. "I'd never checked out the occult section before, so I decided to read something from there and this was the most interesting looking book on the whole shelf."

"Ah, right." That did, to Crowley's immense relief, make sense. You'd read at least one book from nearly every section in the bookshop -- why wouldn't you, at some point, venture into the occult?

"Can't help but wonder how accurate it is, though," you mused aloud. "Pretty sure we've all collectively decided that demonic possessions are all just mentally ill people being misunderstood and abused by the church, right? Or I guess sometimes maybe people seeking attention? So how much of this is, like... considered true, I guess?"

"Do you... believe in demons?" Crowley asked carefully.

"Not really. I mean, I feel like if they were real, we'd have more evidence than just... the church saying so? Like, surely atheists and Satanists would've met a ton of demons by now, but I don't see any atheists or Satanists ever talking about meeting demons."

Crowley had to admit that was a fair cop. Maybe a little... small-minded, at least cosmically speaking, but you were but a human. That could be excused.

"What if they were real?" he asked, coming to sit on the arm of the chair you occupied. "What if you met a demon? Knew a demon, even?"

You made a sound at the back of your throat that sounded an awful lot like the one he made. "I'd have a lot of things I needed to reconsider, for starters."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Well," you started, closing the book and turning so that you were facing him. "If demons were real, then I think the next logical step would be that angels were real, and if angels were real then the next step from that point would be that God's real."

He rocked back slightly to better look at you, clicking his tongue curiously. "Is that so bad, really?"

You sighed dramatically. It was a sound he loved -- it usually came before something remarkably human. Something remarkably You. "Anthony Janthony Cranthony," you lamented, "I cannot ever, under any circumstances, let my parents know that I regret not going to church more."

Anthony Janthony Cranthony? Why had you called him that? Of all things, to go with Anthony Janthony Cranthony...

He supposed that wasn't really the point to what you were saying. Something about your parents and church, though, that was the point.

"Not sure why they'd have to know," he said casually with a shrug.

Your eyes widened in shocked realization. "Oh, fuck, you're right! They'd never have to know. You're brilliant," you said, to him -- you'd called him brilliant! He beamed at that. "Going to Hell anyway, if all that were real, may as well add 'disrespecting my parents' to my list of sins."

Oh.

"Why do you think you'd go to Hell, darling?"

"It's not like I've been living a pious life, y'know?" you said, blinking up at him. "I curse, I've fucked out of wedlock, I'm reading all about demons and witchcraft and shit. I don't believe in God? I'm pretty sure that's one of the big no-nos."

It was his turn to blink, but his was followed up with a laugh. "Oh, love, God does not care about any of those things. Trust me."

"Oh, God, are you a Christian? Have you been this whole time? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend--"

"No, no, nothing like that. I..."

How did he tell you? Should he even tell you? He was sure Aziraphale might have something to say on the matter, but right now he couldn't be fucked, because you were here, looking up at him so innocently, so adoringly.

"What is it, Crowley?" And you sounded so concerned, so ready to take him into your arms and comfort him and apologize for a crime you hadn't even committed.

"I'm a demon."

The words tumbled forth from his lips before he could stop himself, and they hovered in the air for several silent and tense moments after, where all you did was stare at him.

And then you laughed -- and he wished he could laugh too. Hell, he wished he could hear even a trace of joy in your laugh. But it was all nerves and fear, like you weren't sure if this was some sick joke or if he was delusional.

When his expression didn't change, when he didn't yell out "sike!" or "gotcha!," your laugh died and then you just looked scared of him.

It nearly broke him, because if this was how you reacted before proof, how would you react when he showed you the truth?

But you didn't run away, so he carefully removed his glasses and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. Yours were locked onto the yellow irises, the slitted pupils that contracted and dilated at will.

He could tell you wanted to deny the reality of them -- that you wanted to write them off as contacts, but they wouldn't let you, because contacts couldn't dilate.

The only other things he could do -- well, within the confines of the bookshop, were show you his wings or turn into a snake. He wasn't huge on the latter option, at least not right now -- it definitely put him at a disadvantage, made him easier to discorporate.

So, instead, he moved to a stand. And his wings fanned out as you watched, and then, he figured, you'd run out the door screaming, never to be seen again. He hoped you lived well. He closed his eyes so that he didn't have to watch you walk away.

You got up -- he could hear the rustling of fabric, the relieved groan of the chair, the book falling onto the cushion. He expected the little bell above the door to signal your departure at any moment.

Instead, he felt your hands on his face, pulling him nearer to you. His eyes opened, stared into yours. The fear had gone, replaced by unabashed curiosity and deep, untamed love.

He expected many things to come out of that lovely mouth of yours. So God is real? Am I going to Hell? I don't want to go to Hell! What did I do to deserve going to Hell???

(You weren't going to Hell -- but after the initial question, people tended to panic and vomit the others out uncontrollably.)

He expected those questions. A handful of a select few others. He did not anticipate what you actually asked --

"Do you have a cool demon name?"

"A... Sorry, a what?"

"You know... Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Lucifer, Belial. What's your demon name?"

"O-oh... No... no 'cool' demon name, I'm afraid. Just... Just Crowley..."

He hadn't expected to be embarrassed and doubly hadn't expected to see a beaming smile on your face.

"I think Crowley's the coolest demon name, personally."

He could see in your eyes that you meant it -- and that made him smile.

"Isn't it just?" he asked with a relieved laugh.

"Now I gotta know what all you've done as a demon. I mean -- how old are you?"

"Old as the universe, darling."

He could see the moment your brain started trying to process that unfathomable information, and he could also see the moment it gave up. You moved on as if nothing happened, but Crowley took a moment to appreciate he wouldn't have to miracle your memories away before your brain went into nuclear meltdown.

"Why aren't you in Hell?"

"It's dreadfully boring."

"Why are you here?"

"I just think humans are neat... and your lot is very good at making booze."

"Have you done anything cool as a demon?"

"I met Shakespeare, I stopped some Nazi spies, I tempted Eve, I stopped Armageddon..."

"You what!?"

"Oh, yeah..." He made that sound in his throat. You copied it, seemingly from instinct. He wasn't even sure you noticed that you did it. "Long story, but Aziraphale and I convinced the Antichrist to just... not do the whole ending the world thing."

"Who's Aziraphale?"

"Oh. Right. Mr. Fell."

"... Mr. Fell? This Mr. Fell?" You motioned to the bookshop at large and Crowley nodded. "Is he a demon too?"

Crowley laughed -- an uproarious, barking laugh, that lasted much longer than was strictly necessary.

"Oh, you better not let him hear that," he said once he'd calmed down.

"... So he's not a demon?" you mumbled, and Crowley realized he'd accidentally made you feel bad.

He took one of your hands in his and guided it away from his face so that he could kiss the palm. "No, darling, he's not." He kissed your palm again. "He's an angel."

"I'm sorry -- he's a what?"

"An angel, of course. Really, like he could be anything else."

Nothing against him, of course, but he very much was what he was.

"So why are an ageless angel and demon wasting their time with me, a human who'll wither and die? Why go through that for me?"

"Well, it's not exactly our fault you weaseled your way into our lives," he said with an indignant hgk. "But now that you're here, we can't really imagine the place without you."

"I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, and I can't believe it came from a demon."

"Don't let the angel know I let you get away with calling me sweet. He'd never let me live it down."

[everhavenworld]

The Five Starter Species Planned for Everhaven (Project Dragon)

A mega thread on the 5 starter species for Everhaven. We would've started out with: Humans, the Valekin, the Wyvarr, Fauns and Purrans.

2D game artwork by @nicholaskole

Humans

In Everhaven, Humans are a warm, inventive and diverse people who always seek out solutions. They are well-known for their generosity and love to celebrate together. No matter the gathering, they'll build a way for everyone to get there.

Valekin

The plantlike Valekin are deeply connected to the world around them. Patient and devoted, they strive for harmony with their natural environment. Valekin communities, called groves, are tight-knit and seeded with ancient magic.

Wyvarr

The dragonlike Wyvarr are a proud, honorable people. They can thrive in extreme conditions and their clans are centered around the heat of forge-holds. Protective of their long-standing traditions, Wyvarr will defend their own against any threat.

Fauns

The Fauns are genuine, candid and independent. Free-spirited as the wind, they share a special connection to music. While they call their rugged highlands their home, many yearn to explore the world.

Purrans

The catlike Purrans are traveling performers with a strong tradition of storytelling. Their fiercely loyal caravans present colorful performances to the world. Tastemakers and philosophers, Purrans often find inspiration from those they encounter on their travels.

[scvcnmore]

†Hidden Washington Event 18 Plot/Starter Call!†

¡Hola mi gente!

This is a quick starter call, with some info about what the clowns will be up to and some potential plots tossed in. Apologies in advance, this is my best attempt at 'keeping it simple'. There is currently no cap of requests per mun, and the cap on starters is something I'm flexible on if you really happen to want one form a specific loser lol If there happens to be something that isn't explicitly listed here, but you feel any of my muses would be able to fit for a plot you've got in mind for yours, by all means feel free to let me know! My DMs here and on discord are always open <3

Olivia Benson † She/Her † Law and Order: SVU † 35 † Unaware † 3/3:

Aware of a change to the city

As if the coming to terms with the fact that your entire life, as you remember it, may all be lie wasn't hard enough on its own, let's add sudden change in venue to the existential crisis. Ever the consummate professional, though, Liv has been quick to pivot and shift her focus to adapting to the current environment, making sure she's still more than capable of carrying out her duties, and doing her best to ensure that friends and family -both 'believed' to be true and those recently re-discovered- are and remain safe

Sheriff

Potential plots/connections: fellow lawmen, fellow folks aware of the sudden change, faux-life friends and family (I know that one's not really even specific, but it could be something interesting to play with in the new setting)

Eisa Rigel † She/Her † Star Wars(OC) † 34 † Unaware † 2/3:

Unaware of a change to the city

As far as Eisa is concerned, this is the Queendom that's been a part of her entire life. An orphan, she once used her 'abilities' to help out an ailing knight, and in return he took her in as a page and his personal squire. Her training held the added burden of also ensuring the same abilities that earned her a home, stayed secret from any other soul. The 'flip' on her personality now being the more emotionally detached one of her and her twin from being unaware has translated over

Knight

Potential plots/connections: fellow knights, a squire nearing their own knighthood, another force user or anyone with powers in general they share their secret with

Viktor Hargreeves † He/HIm † The Umbrella Academy † 30 † Unaware † 5/3:

Unaware of a change to the city

He's been able to remain just a lil guy, running a place where people come to have a good time, and still depending on borderline-toxic positivity to keep whatever curse he's been born with in check. If he can keep his own powers hidden, he can continue to use the tavern as a front, while providing a safe-haven for other powered individuals that might be seeking help

Tavern Keeper

Potential plots/connections: regular patrons of the tavern, merchants he has business with, powered people in his inner circle that help with the tavern's 'underground'

Helena Kyle † She/Her † Birds of Prey '02/DC Comics † 28 † Aware † 3/3:

Aware of a change to the city

Currently really wishing she could be ignorant to any other life, because knowing there's an alternative just peeves her off even more that she's stuck in this one right now. She's apparently inherited the title of Marquise after the passing of both parents, and while Hel's found it easier to just play the part during the day, at night she's taken to slipping past her small guard and taking back to the streets to play the outlaw. It's a bit harder to keep the ruse of prim and proper Marquise while not getting caught as the true face behind the masked face on a few wanted posters

Marquise/Secret Outlaw

Potential plots/connections: other nobility they'd know by virtue of station, friends -noble or not- that are a bit more aware of their actual disdain for their position, someone they'd have helped while behind the outlaw mask and then have to also interact with as Marquise while trying to keep their secret

Caden James † She/Her † Charmed '98(OC) † 27 † Aware † 3/3:

Aware of a change to the city

At this stage in the game, Caden has come to expect just about anything, but a real-life ren faire with equally real, era-appropriate consequences for being found out as having 'abilities' was not on her bingo-card. If she can manage to keep her powers under control just long enough to ride this one out, that's all she's aiming for

Brawler

Potential plots/connections: someone she has to convince not to out her as a 'witch', arch-rival from her turn as a brawler

Rotta Tiure † He/Him † Star Wars † 26 † Unaware † 3/3:

Aware of a change to the city

If he was already suspicious of the city before, this is definitely cementing his theory that there's far more to this place than meets the eye. His position as a cleric gives him ready access to the material he needs to keep notes on anything and everything that he deems of note, and also gives him a slight in to speak with people who might have more information

Cleric

Potential plots/connections: fellow peeps that are aware there was a change that they can bounce ideas off of or can attempt to talk him down from reaching full-blown 'conspiracy theorist' status, open to a change in memory status

Alice Hart † They/Them † Fear Street Franchise † 26 † Aware † 1/3:

Unaware of a change to the city

As far as they're aware, this is the version of D.C. they arrived to. They found themselves relying on the knowledge left behind by their old habits, and taking up a spot as an assistant at an apothecary shop. They've developed quite a knack for the compounding aspect of it all

Apothecary's assistant

Potential plots/connections: clients that come to her directly as opposed to the shop, people that she works with to help out those that can't afford the shop's services or any other kind of medical care

Vi Zaun † She/They † Arcane † 24 † Unaware † 2/3:

Unaware of a change to the city

I'm committing to the bit, and this one will continue to be clueless to anything even remotely out of the norm. This has been their entire life, growing up with their lovely sister, and now being on the cusp of their own knighthood

Squire

Potential plots/connections: a knight they serve as squire for, fellow unaware peeps that want a childhood idiot friend

Rachel Summers † She/They † X-Men/Marvel Comics † 23 † Unaware † 5/3:

Unaware of a change to the city

They've been living in the same Queendom since ever, as far as she's aware. Ray signed up to train for and join the Royal Guard at the first opportunity she had, feeling the training would help her keep a better handle on her powers, the position would be beneficial to keeping herself closer to and in-the-know of anything coming from on-high that will affect fellow 'cursed' folks, and hopes that in demonstrating a high-level of loyalty to the Crown and the royal family will help mitigate if she's outed, especially if she's using them to protect the Queendom

Royal Guardsman

Potential plots/connections: fellow royal guardsmen, if anyone wants an 'assigned' guard let me know, their mentor in the guard, 'childhood' friends

[nearestend]

rare starter call. like this for something short with gus. multis, please specify your muse! dropping some extra info about him under the cut since i know i haven't finished a proper bio for him yet.

raised childhood in a group home where he met ginny leigh. both discovered they possessed similar psychic powers as well as a shared telepathic bond. they consider each other siblings and the most important people in each other's lives.

his abilities are a bit complicated, a lot of it is still unknown and being discovered to him. in simple terms, he's a dream telepath with the ability to enter another person's mind as they sleep and witness what dreams occur, as well their memories, but this only works when the person is asleep. can sense the presence of spirits and sometimes communicate with them when they let him.

very smart and hardworking. got scholarship offers for many prestigious schools, but turned them down in favor of starting a business with ginny. they work freelance and primarily do house calls, catering to clients who seek assistance with hauntings, possessions, or even as an unconventional alternative to therapy. really it's up to them. they currently do not have a permanent address and travel from town to town as needed. gus does most of the driving.

personality wise, he's quite studious, thoughtful, and analytical, a little bit mild mannered. extremely polite. always looks like a gentleman, dresses in colourful suits. you'll probably never see him in a t-shirt. might have some undiagnosed ocd or some other neurodivergency that we won't get into right now, but he likes things to be very particular. doesn't form a lot of close connections because he's always on the move, but he's kind and patient with most types of people. but still capable of being very firm and standing his ground, definitely not a pushover.

likes most types of art, frequents museums in nearly every city he visits. big fan of classic hollywood movies and tv, basically wanted to be s.idney p.oitier and r.od s.erling when he was a kid.

[geraldofallon]

So I promised myself I would talk more about my OCs on here, so this is I guess a lil basic overview starter of each of them, I’ll get more into detail on them later.

Lady A—

Lady A (also known as the Voguish Romantic or by her real name to only her closest confidantes) is my main PC, she’s the one I started the game with and the main one I actually play with. She exists separately to any other OCs, and has her own distinct storyline. As I described her to my bestie cobaltsunflower:

“She’s a dreamer and a romantic, who started as an artistic bohemian but clawed her way up the social ladder until she could pass herself off as aristocracy. But now that she’s there she’s dealing with the weight of what the aristocracy does in order to stay on top and the methods they use to keep others below them, so she’s torn between a love of the lifestyle and basically selling out, making art just for money’s sake and hurting the people who she used to be a part of”

The Crew of the SS Amphitrite and the Moonstone Club

So while Lady A exists separately on her own, all my other OCs belong to the same shared Fallen London universe, though they can be split into two distinct groups/stories and rarely interact with the other.

The Crew of the SS Amphitrite were put together by Emil Enderby, the Rueful Truth-Seeker, in an attempt to find his dearest friend after she mysteriously went missing.

The Moonstone Club formed after various circumstances sent them in each others’ directions. Certain similarities in their lives have begun to feel less like coincidences, and so they meet regularly to discuss and seek advice in their various investigations.

The Crew of the SS Amphitrite

The crew is led by Captain Agnes Plowden, owner of the SS Amphitrite, who has an unusual spiritual connection to the sea, and includes the few who both answered Emil’s notice placed on a board at Wolfstack Docks asking for intrepid adventurers and stuck around to actually hear the mission rather than leaving the pub once he’d bought a round of drinks for everyone who’d shown. This includes:

A tomb colonist of indeterminate age and gender named Zimuandagal (called a variety of nicknames for short, though most commonly “Zimu”) who has spent years? decades? centuries? perfecting their duelling technique.

A devil named Teddy (short for Theodore not Edward, he gets very offended when people presume wrongly) with shady motives that seemingly have nothing to do with souls, along with Cathy Linton. Cathy’s a bohemian who has begun to regret selling her soul, and is trying desperately to track it down, believing Teddy to be involved in some way.

The Leopard Princess Zaya of the Khanate. She occupies the rather enviable position in the royal family of being a high enough rank to warrant all the benefits, while having enough older siblings that she’s not expected to take on any of the responsibilities. This leaves her time and freedom to pursue her passions - notably archaeology and history.

Dr Baudel is one of the more unlikely members of the crew. In fact, none of the rest of them can seem to figure out why he’s there at all. He’s a respectable member of middle class society, with a strong presence in the church and a weak stomach on the zee.

The Cephalopodic Orphan, so called because their real name is unpronounceable (something along the lines of Ssossoffoorooth), is a little bundle of rubber and tentacles. It’s difficult to know how Rubbery Men age, but this one seems to be the equivalent of a nine or ten year old human. They’ve emotionally latched on to various members of the crew, and there seems to be no way of leaving them behind.

Then there’s Emil himself, an investigative journalist who formed a very unlikely friendship with a Third City survivor. The Ajaw was mysteriously involved in the city’s sale, has a mysterious source of immortality, and she has now mysteriously vanished.

Oh and there’s also a pirate rat.

The Moonstone Club

The three founders of the club were the ones to reach out to the current members with an invitation to share their findings, though they mostly leave the work of running the club to Detective Rañjan, an immigrant from Varchas, with the other two preferring to focus their attentions elsewhere.

Professor St Aubert, known also as Miss Annabel to her friends, is the Foremost Correspondent in the Neath and one of the Moonstone Club’s founding members. She spends her time writing papers, giving lectures, putting out her hair when it catches on fire, and taking tea with Mr Pages.

The last founding member is somewhat of a mystery to all. The Shadow Rook was believed to be a legend, except by those that had either been victim to one of its robberies or had benefited from them. Surprisingly, the Shadow is the one who had suggested the formation of the club to the others, despite its reputation for solitude and secrecy.

The other members of the group (italics are to make this easier to read) include Fausta Gryphon, Annabel’s favourite student and the club’s resident madcap; the famed Fabian Silver, renowned for his legendary adventures and escapades; Jezebel of Mahogany Hall, the tattooed magician with silver eyes and an unwanted friends tagging along with her; a Clay Man named Peter, who runs an orphanage and a garden to attempt to heal from his traumatic past; Dotty, a deviless who runs a criminal empire in competition with the Gracious Widow, and is Detective Rañjan’s arch nemesis (she, on the other hand, barely knew he existed prior to the club’s formation); and the Rosy Dream-Walker, a Far-Arbori silverer named Tiye who has come to London on a mission.

[princeluce]

Vali bē Embar: Men at Sea a star

a starter with @daltongreyjoy-asoiaf-rp

Lucerys stood at the helm of his small boar, his eyes fixed on the horizon, where the sea and sky melded into a distant and hazy line. The sea was calm, reflecting the midday sun in simmering ripples. Arrax swam nearby, an unusual action for a dragon, but one the dragon had picked up after years of following Luce out to sea. The dragon was occasionally flapping her pearlescent wings to create splashes of water or lifting her neck to blow air or fire across the top of the water, less watchful guardian and more like a child playing in the water. The salt air filled his lungs, purging them of the stench that often wafted up to the Red Keep. He had left King’s Landing behind, seeking the embrace of open water. It was here that he felt most connected to his late father. 

He had been working on a new carving for Baelon, quietly taking knife to wood when he had seen a shape on the horizon. Now as he stood at the helm, he watched as a dark shape emerged, growing larger with each passing moment. As the ship grew closer, it became more clear, one he had seen before, a recent addition in the harbor of King’s Landing. It was The Raven, the formidable ship of Dalton Greyjoy. Lucerys’s heart quicked. He had heard a mix of tales, some of reverence to his exploits, painting a picture of a man who commanded the Ironborn with ruthless authority and some tales spoken with groans of annoyance and displeasure, although those mostly came from his grandsire Corlys. Yet Lucerys felt there was something majestic about the defiant figure who carved his own destiny in the treacherous waters of Westeros. 

The Raven drew nearer, its black sails billowing like ominous shadows against the bright sky. It soon became apparent that his small sail vessel was the goal, as the larger ship changed direction, heading ever closer. 

Arrax’s head rose from the water, releasing a deep growl as the ship approached. 

“Lyka Arrax,” Luce said, turning away from the approaching ship and asking his dragon to calm. Dalton Greyjoy may be a fearsome figure, but causing harm to a prince of Westeros, with a dragon in tow, would start a war that no one was prepared for. 

Honestly, he was a bit excited. This meeting, unexpected and fraught with potential peril, felt like an opportunity. 

What kind of man was he? He wondered.  

The Raven soon pulled alongside Lucery’s boat and he saw the Red Kraken himself looking down at him, tall and commanding. 

“Lord Greyjoy,” He called up with a voice that he hoped sounded more like laughter than the small amount of worry he felt, “I have heard tales of what happens to boats approached by your Raven at sea. If you are here for a raid, I am sorry to inform you that all I have with me is some jerkied beef, water, and a half-carved wooded horse for one of my younger brothers. Baelon was expecting it to be done soon, but he might quiet enjoy hearing his toy was taken during a raid.”

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[ancientforgcd]

An eye for an eye makes the world go blind.

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Glossary of Terms & Explanations often used on the Blog:

Vacosian: Vacosians are a near-extinct natural born species of Warriors that made their home in the Ultimate Void, on planet Voidal. A majority of the race was exterminated by the God of Destruction Cerveze, however a handful managed to survive, rendering the race close to extinction. They play a cental role in the Cyverse metaseries, where it is revealed that Ruby and Blair are Vacosians who were sent to Remnant. The best way to describe a Vacosian is to think of them as Outer Gods in humanoid forms. Sometimes they have tails and horns too, but it depends from individual to individual.

Dracontine: Dracontines are a natural born species of highly adaptive warriors that were known among the earliest race to have draconic roots, if not, the earliest known trace that had direct ancestry from Primordial Dragons, before the subspecies division of draconic races had occurred. The Dracontines have been relatively under the radar for a good while after the Draconomachy, in which the total population of the Dracontines took a steep decline. However, at present time, the Dracontine race seem to sit very comfortably, with replenished populations, both in Universe 1 and 12, each residing in their own version of Planet Dracorex on both Universes.

Super Vacosian: Super Vacosian, occasionally known as Ascended Warrior, is a legendary transformation unique to the Vacosian race of both the first and 12th universes. It is the signature transformation of the Vacosians relocated to Remnant, all of whom have been able to achieve the transformation, but was famously first awakened by Ruby Rose during her battle with the evil Fall Maiden, Cinder Fall.

Explanation: It’s why some muses have multiple FCs. On that note, they’re not shapeshifters, but rather think of it like Super Saiyan, just changing hair & eye colors.

Universe 12 Kaioshins: The Kaioshins of Universe 12 are the four divine protectors responsible for maintaining balance across their respective quadrants. Purple Heart, the North Kaioshin, is a calm strategist focused on cosmic order. Black Heart, the South Kaioshin, takes a more direct, forceful approach, often resolving issues through combat. Green Heart, the West Kaioshin, is connected to nature and seeks harmony, intervening only when necessary. White Heart, the East Kaioshin, is known for her fiery temper and battle enthusiasm, yet remains deeply protective of her quadrant. Together, they ensure the stability of Universe 12.

Universal Government: The Universal Government (UG) rules over Universe 12 with absolute authority, led by The Boss, UMI, followed by the 5 Celestial Dragons, the Fleet Admiral, and a strict military hierarchy. The UG governs countless planets and species, enforcing its control through a centralized system that regulates trade, taxes, and resources. Its military is vast, with Admirals and Vice-Admirals crushing rebellion and ensuring compliance across the universe. While the UG ensures peace and order, it does so at the cost of personal freedoms, ruthlessly suppressing dissent to maintain its grip on power throughout Universe 12.

God-Key: God Key (or Grand Key/Divine Key when translated) are ten tools/weapons created by Azathoth, that when brought together, would allow entrance into her domain and  ████,  while  granting each of the 10 wielders  ██████.

Blanchimont Kingdom: The Blanchimont Kingdom, ruled by King Blair, is a vast, continent-sized realm located on Remnant. The kingdom thrives on a balance of tradition and progress, with a strong emphasis on military strength, magical innovation, and a diverse economy. Major cities like Montclair (the capital), Valeford, and Ironvale are hubs of trade, magic, and industry, while the Wyvern Spine Mountains and other natural landmarks provide both resources and defense. Though the kingdom follows the voluntary worship of the Sun and Moon Gods, Blair herself is secular, focusing on personal strength and fairness in her rule. The kingdom’s military is a blend of knights, mages, and specialized forces, all reflecting Blair’s martial prowess and strategic brilliance.

Remnant Dragon Balls: The Remnant Dragon Balls are wish orbs created by the Guardian of Remnant, Kami and were later enhanced upon request by said creator after Ruby asked her for an upgrade. These balls are mainly used on Remnant and were the first type of Dragon Balls used in the metaseries. They have played a major role and impact in the series, being used by a variety of characters, including main protagonist Ruby.

Cosmology: The Cyverse is an expansive universe that draws inspiration from a variety of beloved franchises—such as the Cthulhu Mythos, RWBY, the Dragon Ball series, and the SCP Foundation—infused with my own creative twist. These diverse elements come together to form a distinct and cohesive narrative that stands on its own. Originally, the concept began as a role-playing blog on Tumblr under the name phantxmthief, later evolving into Ancicntforged. Over time, the characters and their stories have captivated an audience, with many eager to explore the life of the Cyverse’s central protagonist, Ruby Rose, along with other key figures. Now, let’s delve into the world of the Cyverse!

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @fightaers : “you don’t recognize me, do you? well, i’d never forget you, kacchan.” (AU where quirkless izuku who didnt inherit OFA became like... a paramedic i think. LISTEN. im making this up as i go!!!) MISTER MAGIC STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

pro hero dynamight had made an entire career on his aggressive approach to opponents, his less-than-savoury interactions with the general public, even his unconventional teamwork techniques ... when he was in a team. he has been credited as one of the fastest to climb the ranks since hawks. he was even being hailed as the next - potential - number one. and with extensive studies under some of the other top heroes, including best jeanist and endeavour, his record was something worth looking at.

and there was one thing to remember about katsuki bakugou : he will never say no to going toe-to-toe with villains. anytime, anywhere.

this situation involved some wreckage of a building, and while the rescue heroes focus on getting people out of the debris, katsuki harnessed his strength against the villains - he is the first point of call in the area, after all. and rightfully so, in the way he moves / people don't even see him as he zips across the field, his explosions the only indication of where he is, his wild taunting the only reprieve between his attacks.

while he knocks down most, he doesn't quite beat the speed of an oncoming attack of light, small intense beams grazing past his cheek and arms and torso ; and while the damage is only a few grazes, he still secures his win. the villain gets a less-than-pleasant blast to the face and a clean knockout.

it's one of his former classmates that direct him to the paramedics on scene, even though he insists his wounds aren't that bad ... [ because they're just a few scrapes, what the hell ? ] ... and that he could walk it off. he pushes his mask up with frustration and sits nearby. his hand brushes some of his fringe out of his eyes while he waits, until he hears a voice cut through all the noise, and crimson lifts to glare at the disruptor.

nothing clicks straight away. for a few moments, he thinks this asshole has the wrong person, or he's a fan trying to make out that they have connections to try and get closer / being as popular as he's gotten, they are tactics he's been wary of, and not many get past the whole known-him-since-childhood phase. katsuki had no real friends back then. well, except -

what was that nickname ? kacchan. kacchan ...

the name invokes memories he could barely recall otherwise ; a green-haired, freckled boy that followed him everywhere. a boy with an indomitable will despite his quirklessness. a boy that was willing to follow katsuki into the belly of the beast until he couldn't anymore, and katsuki promptly forgot about him, moving on in u.a. and getting accustomed to having no shadow anymore.

kacchan, kacchan, kacchan, and he sees the river, knee-deep in flowing cold water as the other looks down on him and offers a hand.

❛ deku, ❜ he finally utters. useless, good-for-nothing / he hasn't changed much since they parted ways in aldera middle school. he has the paramedics uniform on, though, and he stares at him with disbelief ; was he the one treating him ? ❛ tch. shoulda known. you've got one of those annoying fucking faces, the ones that are hard to forget, no matter how plain they are. ❜

he scowls when he turns his gaze away, but he doesn't actively seek out another paramedic to treat his wounds. his injuries weren't bad, right ? ❛ fix me up already. i'm not here to play catch-up with you. ❜

[justanotherrpmeme]

The Strange Case Of… starters

"Love Bites (So Do I)" - Character A passionately expresses their desire for Character B, engaging in a passionate or intense encounter.

"Mz. Hyde" - Character A exhibits a dual personality or hidden side, alternating between different personas or behaviors towards Character B.

"I Miss the Misery" - Character A reflects on the chaotic or tumultuous nature of their relationship with Character B, expressing nostalgia or longing despite the challenges.

"Freak Like Me" - Character A embraces their unconventional or eccentric nature, celebrating their unique qualities and encouraging Character B to do the same.

"Beautiful with You" - Character A expresses their admiration and love for Character B, emphasizing the positive impact they have on each other.

"In Your Room" - Character A seeks intimacy or privacy with Character B, desiring a personal and private space to connect and engage with each other.

"Break In" - Character A desires to break through the barriers or walls that Character B has built, seeking emotional vulnerability and connection.

"Rock Show" - Character A invites or takes Character B to a lively and energetic event or performance, such as a concert or party, to enjoy together.

"Daughters of Darkness" - Character A confronts or challenges Character B, who may be engaging in malicious or harmful actions.

"You Call Me a Bitch Like It's a Bad Thing" - Character A confronts the derogatory or judgmental language used by Character B.

"American Boys" - Character A expresses their fascination or attraction towards Character B.

"Here's to Us" - Character A raises a toast or celebration to their relationship with Character B, acknowledging the challenges they've faced and expressing gratitude and hope for the future.

[talesxfelysium]

tag dump for future organization <3

[goodgirlgonebard]

Fictional type tag 🤪

Just for @strawberrypinky I gave chat GPT some fictional crushes and asked it to describe me & roast me based off of those choices. My brain is rotted by BG3 so I had to think sooo hard to come up with the other 2 but 12 year old me was in love with Peeta/Katniss(lovingly called Peeniss, ofc) and Loki… yup. So here I go.

My fictional crushes are Astarion (Baldur’s Gate 3), Shadowheart (Baldur’s Gate 3), Peeta (The Hunger Games) and Loki (Thor). What do these people have in common, what is my type based on these and what does it say about me as a person?

Your fictional crushes—Astarion, Shadowheart, Peeta, and Loki—share several key traits: complexity, depth, and a blend of charm and vulnerability.

1. **Complexity**: All four characters have intricate backstories and moral ambiguity, suggesting you’re drawn to individuals who are multi-dimensional and capable of growth.

2. **Charm and Wit**: Astarion and Loki, in particular, are charismatic and clever, indicating you appreciate a sharp sense of humor and charisma in others.

3. **Vulnerability**: Peeta and Shadowheart exhibit deep emotional layers, hinting you value sensitivity and resilience.

### What It Says About You

- **Appreciation for Depth**: You likely value emotional intelligence and the ability to navigate complicated situations.

- **Attraction to Strong Personalities**: You might be drawn to confident individuals who challenge norms or possess a rebellious spirit.

- **Idealism and Compassion**: The mix of characters suggests you have a romantic or idealistic view of love, seeking partners who can connect deeply with others.

Overall, your type seems to reflect a blend of charisma, emotional complexity, and a hint of darkness or mystery, suggesting you appreciate depth and authenticity in relationships.

Roast me based off of my fictional crushes.

Alright, let’s do this:

You’re crushing on Astarion, Shadowheart, Peeta, and Loki? It sounds like you’ve compiled the ultimate “Trust Issues” roster. Seriously, your type is a group project in emotional chaos. It’s like you’re on a quest to find the most charmingly dysfunctional characters possible. At this point, your love life should come with a warning label: “May cause existential crises and spontaneous brooding.” You might as well start a support group for fictional characters with unresolved trauma!

Roast me again.

Alright, here goes:

So your crushes are Astarion, Shadowheart, Peeta, and Loki? Wow, you’ve got a type that’s basically a “bad boy with a heart of gold” starter pack. It’s like you’re hoping for a vampire who moonlights as a therapy session, a rogue cleric who keeps secrets, a dystopian baker, and a god of mischief—all in one relationship. What’s next, a love triangle with a villain and a literary love interest? Good luck sorting out that emotional baggage! You must have a PhD in complicated feelings.

🧡 the most charmingly dysfunctional characters possible 🧡 got me LMAO so feel free to do this and tag me!!!!

Original post here for instructions

[deadn30n]

       SHE'S  THE  FIRST  PERSON  THEY'VE  EVER  MET  WITH  A  SIMILARITY  TO  THEMSELVES;  strikingly  so  that  sometimes,  Solstice  still  finds  it difficult  to  navigate  a  conversation  with  her.  they  are  both  alike,  yes,  and  yet...  and  yet so  very  different  too,  but  it  is  in  those innate  unique  qualities  that  have  drawn  their  attention  so.  that  they  should  find  themselves,  again  and  again,  seeking  out  her  presence  for  some  minute  reason  or  another.  sometimes  they  didn't  even have  a  reason  other  than  just  the  purest  form  of desire  to  simply  share  a  space  with  her.

       such  was  the  case  now.  as  Solstice  sat  politely  on  the  parkway  bench,  basking  in  the  sunlight  as  it  filtered  through  the  holes  between  the  leaves  of  the  tree  bent  over  them.  they  weren't  entirely  sure  she  was  inclined  to  even come,  but  they  had  their  hopes  up  nonetheless.  after  all,  the  two  of  them,  between  their  similarities  and  differences...  had  so  many stories  to  share  together.  they  were  one  in  the  same,  two  sides  of  a  similar  coin,  and  vastly  set  apart  from  one  another.

       she  was  the  mother  of  stars  who's  story  they'd  grown  up  on,  as  they  themselves  had  been created  by  the  very  thing  she  artistically  sews  in  the  nighttime  tapestry.  in  a  way,  they  are  almost  like her  creation  as  well,  though  only  perhaps distinctly  so.  nevertheless,  it  is  through  that  very  connection  perhaps  that  Solstice  feels  so  very drawn  to  be  around  her  as  much  as  possible.  whether  she  shares  that  same  feeling  is  left  to  be  discovered,  but  a  part  of  them hopes  that  she  does.  hopes  that  she  heeds  their  call  to see  her  once  again  after  all  this  time.

✧ PLOTTED STARTER : @goddessrisen

[victoriousfidelity]

To say that the palace is currently a rather hectic place would be a considerable understatement. The lead up to any sort of significant event comes with a certain amount of expected chaos, but this is far different to anything in recent memory. Thor's imminent coronation is all anyone can think about— well. Almost anyone. Because in Sigyn's case, at least, there is another thought which keeps making its way to the forefront of her mind:

She and Loki should be married by now.

The constant delays have been Odin's doing from the start, of course. Hel-bent on making the union as lucrative as possible - as though a marriage between a Prince of Asgard and Princess of Vanaheim is not already an auspicious enough match - and uncaring of the fact that the two of them simply want to be married to one another, the Allfather has done everything in his power to prolong the negotiations regarding their betrothal. And just when they had thought (naively, she now realises) that they were finally reaching the point where he would finally have to acquiesce, everything had been thrown into turmoil by his decision to abdicate. Imminently.

All talk of a wedding was then immediately put aside in favour of planning a coronation instead - something which Sigyn knows has only served to further cloud Loki's thoughts. His father's insistence on politicising their relationship was bad enough, but for it to now have been pushed aside entirely in favour of Thor finally succeeding Odin... It is as though events have been specifically orchestrated in order to make the situation as difficult for Loki as possible. Additionally, it has done nothing to change Sigyn's already treasonously low opinion of the Allfather.

So Sigyn has decided to take matters into her own hands.

The night before the coronation, she excuses herself from the court's anticipatory celebrations as early as possible. She doesn't tell Loki to follow her, but she doesn't need to; they are well-practiced at seeking out whatever peace and privacy they can, after all.

Upon retreating to his chambers a mere half hour later, he finds Sigyn waiting for him. She's near the window, still in the dress she'd worn for the feast, but now her hair is unpinned and falling about her shoulders, the low lamplight illuminating her wild curls in a way which almost makes them seem like liquid fire as she looks out at the city below. But when she hears the door open she turns her face from the window, gaze softening as it falls on her beloved. She reaches for him as he moves to stand with her, threading her fingers through his. And with absolutely no preamble, she begins to speak.

"I cannot give you a crown, Loki. But I can give you something which I hope will make tomorrow easier to bear."

Before Loki can respond, she's drawing on the connection between their Seiðr. Their magic made manifest, emerald and magenta strands twine together, coiling around their clasped hands. After a few seconds, the form they're taking becomes more clear: handfasting ribbons.

It's a spell learned from one of her sisters - Lofn, newly declared a Goddess of Marriage; explicitly, marriages which have been forbidden in some way. It had seemed apt to seek her advice in particular, given the obstacles which have been placed in their way.

"It is unlikely that anyone outside this room will recognise this," The words are soft, almost apologetic, as her eyes search his face in the hope that he understands what she means to do. "But I don't care. We have waited long enough, and I've never cared about the formalities, Loki; I've only ever cared about you. The ceremony we keep being denied isn't for us, not really. It's for everyone else. But this? This is for us. I don't need the eyes of the Nine, or even our families, on us. The Norns are more than capable of witnessing this. I have loved you for centuries, and I want to be able to call you my husband. I want to be your wife."

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[jioohyo]

THE BLESS MEETS THE CURSE. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

synopsis. mēing's night took a magical turn, definitely not the usual calls in the tree of souls but an out-of-the-blue person leading her into a forbidden moonstruck.

jioohyo note. yeah... i love mēing × tsu'tey 🙃 delulu much? sorry not sorry- hope you guys love the interaction 🫂

genre & warnings. fluff leading to angst. a starter of the forbidden love. mēing still struggling to find herself. mēing & tsu'tey interaction after years. strong hatred by the rongloas. emotional ending.

As the mothers engaged in hushed conversations about matters beyond her concern, Mēing found herself growing restless. Forced to kneel in silence, she couldn't help but feel trapped, her gaze drifting aimlessly into the distance. The incessant fidgeting of the songcord around her hip had become a tedious distraction, while the meaningless chatter of the women seemed to fill her ears with empty noise, fueling her growing boredom and disconnection.

Truthfully, Mēing's mind was consumed by the urge to return to the Tree of Voices, driven by a deep longing to hear Saeyla's voice again. It had become an all-consuming obsession, a constant craving to hear the voices, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't truly listening. Were the whispers solace or a clever deception? The point is her mental state was just a mess.

Mēing was seriously flustered. Mēing was hurt. Mēing was traumatized. Mēing was a child.

"Mēing," A single call from Ma'eve, mother, snapped Mēing back into reality, her body making a mirco flinch by the stern tone.

All golden glowing eyes were on her: Neytiri, Mo'at and Ma'eve silently observe, Mēing wasn't woken at all. She was a agile learner, though she seemed to be trapped. It wasn't like her.

Ma'eve decided it was time to address the issue. She tilted her head to view her young daughter from afar, "What has happened to you? You haven't spoken the moment we come as one." She told with concern clearly.

"I'm doing well, mother. I'm meditating on the.. words?" Mēing mumbled the last response, almost as if she didn't want the others to hear that dishonesty.

Neytiri's eyebrow arched ever so slightly, her expression skeptical, as she murmured, "Is that so?" She knew better than to take Mēing's response at face value. Mo'at's blank stare betrayed nothing, but her tone was telling as she said, "Mēing, you may go. Take your rest." Neytiri accepted the suggestion with a nod, prompted by Ma'eve's subtle assent.

With that, Mēing left, leaving behind more questions than answers. However, her abrupt departure wasn't a sign of coldness towards the others, but rather a reflection of her own discomfort and feeling of being put on the spot. Seeking solace in solitude, she made her way to the Tree of Voices, where she would remain until the full eclipse, lost in thought and contemplation.

Well that was a failure, she failed to get a response from Saeyla this time which was odd but maybe the wake up call from her. A time to face reality but reality wasn't facing her.

Yet.

As Mēing walked, surrounded by the soft blue-lavender moon cast a beautiful light upon the forest alongside the delicate, bioluminescent livings that dotted the landscape.

Her feet barely touched the ground, as if she floated across the forest floors. Her long, firm legs carried her effortlessly, her thin tail swishing behind her like a silken banner.

Even for those permanent lime green eyes wandered upward, drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the star-coated sky. The constellations twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the gentle rustle of the leaves in the breeze seemed to whisper pure secrets in her ear.

Mēing's mind felt a sense of renewal, as if the weights of her worries had been lifted, if only slightly. Though her heart still ached with the longing to reunite with her sister in spirit, she found comfort in the heartfelt connection she felt to the natural world.

The land, the trees, the creatures – all seemed to whisper words of comfort, reminding her that she was not alone. In this symphony of life, Mēing found a glimmer of hope, a sense of belonging that transcended her sorrow.

As she continued to stroll, unsettling crackles of the forest floor beneath her feet broke the serene silence, sending a shiver down her spine. The eerie sounds seemed to come from all directions, closing in around her like an unseen presence.

Mēing's heart skipped a beat as her stress and worries, momentarily dormant, now sprang to life like a frightened direhorse, bolting from its slumber with a ferocity that left her breathless.

It brought more intensity, her great vision eyeing straight to path when she saw a towering figure emerged from the shadows, a muscular upper body and plaited braids swaying gently with each step.

Mēing's initial anxiety began to dissipate as she realized it was a man, but her relief was short-lived. She knew she was the only Omatikayan who dared to venture into the rainforest during the eclipse, making the presence of this stranger both unexpected and intriguing.

"Tsu'tey?" Thank Ewya. But what was he doing here? A future Olo'eyktan like him had other duties to do than to search around the bioluminescent forest.

Tsu'tey stood silently a few paces away, his figure illuminated faintly. As Mēing froze upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but it was quickly concealed behind his stoic demeanor.

"Mēing. You seem lost in thought," he observed, his voice calm and measured. "What brings you here at this time?"

The question lingered in Mēing's mind: why did he show such concern? After all, while they were acquainted, their interactions had been rare since Grace Augustine's school opened, providing a shared connection but little opportunity for meaningful engagement.

"That matter doesn't concern you, Tsu'tey. I'm going home now." A blank response but honest.

Mēing didn't want to come off as rude towards Tsu'tey but she was speaking the truth, she didn't want anyone to know her constantly seeking signs from her deceased sister. Not as yet. Besides it's not like Tsu'tey cared right? he wasn't her blood brother, friend, mate, so why would he be interested to know her problems?

Tsu’tey raised an eyebrow at her response, his expression a mix of subtle annoyance and something else — worry perhaps — but again he concealed it quickly.

"It might not concern me directly," he replied, taking a few steps closer. "But I can’t help but notice that you seem troubled. And I have a hunch it has more to do than just being here late at night."

"Besides," he continued. "As the future Olo’eyktan, shouldn’t I be concerned about the welfare of the clan, including the future Tsahík?" closing the distance between them a bit more.

Tsu'tey sharp eyes locked onto Mēing's, studying her face closely, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness.

He wasn’t sure why he was so invested in her, but something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her unbelievable features that became an art in his vision or her strong soul within or her beauty at night.. woah. Either way, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than meeting the eye.

Mēing made a small grin at Tsu'tey's response, she didn't answer but he knew that was when she accepted his invitation.

"I say Neytiri is the future." She started to walk to the paths of the hometree, hoping he would come along.

Tsu’tey watched Mēing carefully as she began to walk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Her response intrigued him even more, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

As she made her way along the familiar paths towards the hometree, he followed after her, his footsteps falling in sync with hers. Despite the late hour, the forest was quiet once again, the only sounds coming from the occasional distant chirps of night creatures.

They walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft sound of their footsteps on the ground. Tsu’tey glanced at Mēing from the corner of his eyes, studying her as they walked, trying to figure her out.

"You always visit the tree of voices this late?" He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

"How do you know I visted there?" She asked.

"The direction you're coming from."

Obviously, Mēing.

She thought of a clever response to atleast impress him, "Yes, I don't mind being adventurous in the night. The night is young to me." Mēing answered, she was a lover of night and the night definitely loved her. Her beauty was divine in the night. Tsu’tey studied her for a moment, his gaze appraising. He found that he appreciated her honesty.

"You have a strange fondness for the night," he observed. "I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else in the clan who prefers the night as much as you do."

That was new, she just hoped that she impress him well by being different, she was the only Utuvom afterall.

"The night is a bad thing? That's new." She told, she genuinely wasn't sure of why the night was a dangerous thing to their people.

Tsu’tey chuckled softly at her question, his smile slightly wolfish. "It’s not necessarily a 'bad' thing, but it is dangerous. Creatures of the night are less predictable, and it’s easier to get lost or... attacked in the dark."

Mēing spoke in quite confidence, giving Tsu'tey a small smirk before resting her pace. "Well, Ewya is within me. The amount of nights I went on my own, not a single living had stung me."

Tsu'tey was acutely conscious of the way the moonlight cast shadows on Mēing's face, bringing out the smooth angles and planes of her features. It automatically made his heart beat a little faster.

"If you want... I would love to show you what I really mean... some day." She stop her movements, slightly facing him to let him think on that suggestion.

Tsu’tey raised an imperceptible eyebrow, stopped walking as well, turning to face her fully. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes at her proposition, but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk.

"Careful," he said, his tone slightly teasing. "You’re playing dangerous, making a suggestion like that to me."

But beneath the cocky facade, he felt a flutter of anticipation at the idea. He had to admit, he found Mēing fascinating, her confidence and independence a breath of fresh air in the sometimes stifling traditions of the clan.

"But I won’t lie," he continued, his smile widening. "I’m not opposed to it. I’m curious to understand what it is about the night that fascinates you so."

He took a step closer to her, his tone was softer, more open.

"And if I’m being completely genuine, I’m also just curious about you."

Mēing felt the first flutter in her stomach as Tsu’tey said that. She ignored the feeling, telling herself it was just the late hour and the adrenaline of the night making her feel this way.

She met his gaze, her own eyes locking onto his. The moonlight illuminated his sharp features, making him look even more striking than usual.

The tension was sadly cutted off when Tsu'tey's stern parents had caught them, not even recognizing the fact they finally arrived at the Hometree, seeing the people scattered around the shelter by doing regular, individual activities.

Tsu’tey froze as his parents stepped into view, their eyes immediately fixed on him and Mēing. He could see the disapproval etched on their faces. They knew all too well he wasn’t supposed to be alone with her, let alone in the middle of the night.

His father, Ateyo, spoke up first, his voice stern and anent. "Tsu’tey, what are you doing out here this late?" Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's mother, Artsut's, eyes narrowed as she looked between her son and Mēing, a disapproving frown on her face. "And with the false tsakïrem, no less," she scoffed, her tone sharp like to cause an endless bleed in Utuvom's heart.

Mēing's heart dropped by that comment, she knew she was different but it pained her that she saw her as demon blood instead of a true blessing.

Tsu’tey bristled at his mother's words, but he quickly concealed his irritation. "Be calm, Mother," he said, his voice cool and controlled. "Mēing is as much a part of this clan as any of us."

Ateyo grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "That may be so, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is improper for you to be alone with her at this hour, especially given your impending union."

Tsu’tey forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as irritation and frustration built up inside of him. He hated how his parents tried to control every aspect of his life, including his might to be future.

"I apologize for leading your son a stray, Rongloas. There was no danger when we were together." Mēing admitted, a lump in her throat trying to held in her tears. Ateyo's expression softened slightly at Mēing's apology, but Artsut's frown deepened even more.

"You fool!" she spat.

"You shouldn't be out this late either, young lady," she replied coldly, her eyes flickering over Mēing’s figure as if she was judging her from the flesh to the soul. "Especially alone with a young, handsome warrior like my son."

"Besides," she continued, her voice taking on a sharper edge again, leaning close to point at the center of her blue face. "There are more appropriate mates for my son than the supposed so called future. A proper, strong Na’vi girl who’s worthy of joining our family."

"Mother," Tsu'tey bit out. "Enough."

Artsut shot him a withering glance, but said nothing more. Ateyo, sensing the rising tension, spoke up again, his tone more neutral. "It's late," he said gruffly. "We should all retire for the night."

Ateyo and Artsut gave Mēing one last reproachful look before turning and disappearing into their home, leaving Tsu’tey and Mēing standing alone once more.

Tsu'tey's hands curled into fists, his jawline sharpening as he gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what his mother was insinuating - the same veiled criticisms she had always directed at Mēing. Her disapproval had been a constant hum in the background, a familiar refrain of fault-finding and disappointment that Tsu'tey had grown weary of.

"Goodnight, Mēing," he said quietly, his tone carefully controlled.

"Goodnight, Tsu'tey." Mēing's voice was still calm after all the tension between her and Tsu'tey parents. She walked away to go to her family but couldn't help to give a few glances behind her to view the future Olo'eyktan, she hoped her cheeks weren't turning purple and hoped those words weren't the last to say to him.

Tsu’tey watched her go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn’t believe how his parents had treated her, how they had all but confirmed that they didn’t approve of a union between them.

As he watched her retreating figure, his eyes took in the way the moonlight illuminated her blue skin, highlighting her lean, shapely form. He had to admit, even though she wasn’t the conventional choice...

Mēing was beautiful and wonderfully made.

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