#and couldn't think which other muse to do it for for a while xD;

[outoftheirdifferences]

ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀɪꜱᴍꜱ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ.

bold for applies / italics for sometimes or depends

Angel

EYES. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when agitated, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes constantly move during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

HANDS.  clasps behind back, rest in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, makes animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, calluses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, bone-y, slender, thick, vein-y, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp,  strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

MOUTH. chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws,  resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

LEGS.  bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs crisscrossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps.

HAIR.  runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

tagged by: @thecaptainsxcrew

tagging: Everyone who wants to!

[theragamuffininitiative]

I voted for the jaded superhero one. Can’t wait to read a snippet!

I have been very brain-tired and not writing but came back to this ask tonight to see if I could get something on paper, as it were. Currently working with limp noodly writer muscles. XD

Thank you for your vote! The jaded superhero one is a favorite bc the whole point of it is turning tropes on their head which I love love loooooovvvveee. Hence: young, overeager detective with a traumatic origin story and grumpy retired superhero who reluctantly partners with him despite his better judgement. The story is called Only the Broken, aka OtB and technically an entire first draft of it exists (although uh I seem to have misplaced the second half in my files somewhere 😅), but I discovered while writing the draft that I had No Idea where the story was going, so the actual narrative is a disaster.

But! Here's a new bit, part of some scenes I was thinking about this week:

Only the Broken

"I know we have never been what anyone would call a normal family," Meg started, "but I was really hoping our next visit would be you coming for Christmas. The whole ICU thing just isn't as novel anymore." Colin smiled at his sister, but for once he couldn't continue the banter, and he wondered if the fog that had settled over him would ever leave. He could appreciate, now more than ever, how someone could get addicted to all those feelings of knowledge, clarity, power, and control. He could understand how someone might go mad without them and lose themselves trying to live with the faculties they had left. Hodge walked into the hospital room then, as if summoned by Colin's musings. "Glad to find you awake, Detective," he said. "We were worried about you there for a minute." Meg laid her hand gently on top of Colin's on the edge of the bed as her eyes passed from her brother to the stranger and back again. "Your friend here told me you saved his life last night," she said to Colin. "He saved it twice over," Hodge said. Meg shook her head wonderingly. "Will I ever get to hear that story?" She appeared to Colin like someone trying desperately to be happy but finding themselves only sad instead and he thought he knew the part she wasn't saying - that they had only just found each other again and she was doing all she could to be his family and look out for him, but all he had to give her in return were secrets and trouble and worry. Turning his hand over at his side, Colin squeezed hers, trying for the life of him to press all his gratitude and love into that weak gesture. "Someday," he said. "Someday soon, I think," Hodge agreed.

That's more than 7 lines and it's more than a bit spoilery but this is no longer the tag game anyways so. 😊

[sakurarisen]

Meet the Mun.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

I've actually had Sera as a muse for well over a decade. She's easily one of my oldest muses and ocs, and came about in a period of my life that actually helped contribute to (then unrecognized) PTSD. While she's been through a HELL of a lot more than me, Sera is something of a comfort character and forever my strongest muse, and I don't think there'll ever be a day I'm not writing her. <3

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

I'm not really fond of cheating plots, especially ones taken as a 'just handwave it off' kind of thing? Just not my cup of tea. I'm also not really fond of horror and violence for the sake of violence, again especially when just shrugged off or thrown in for no reason other than shock value/no reason at all, and I definitely don't like plots where all it is is 'A antagonizes B, B has to deal with it with nothing else going on aside from A antagonizing them' - I've had a lot of encounters where I literally couldn't do anything without my muse being shit on every time they showed up or opened their mouth, and it was treated as a joke my muse (and I) should just deal with. Shit's not funny after a while. I also don't like turning EVERYTHING nsfw it the same vein as that, either, being it sexual or not - It's exhausting trying to write a conversation between muses and it boiling down to/derailed into a slew of dirty jokes and innuendos, or a trauma dump in reply to something "what do you want for lunch". A bit is fine and funny, but there's a time for it, in my opinion.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I do love softer things! Give me relationship building! Give me lore building! Give me meaningful and impactful moments - Some of my favorite threads are ones where I've walked away and learned something new about the muses! <3 I love writing fluff, I love letting the muses just be, but I also love touches of angst occasionally and serious moments just as much. <3

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Oftentimes they're things I've been thinking of for a while and just had a breakthrough on, or a sudden realization - Things like Sera being a snow phoenix fall under 'sudden realization', while others, like her scars, were a breakthrough from thinking about. A good chunk of the time, they come around via threads making me see something in a new light or my love of reading made me think, or a video game sparked up a few thoughts, and it always tumbles into something massive the more my muse nodes her head and finally opens up in a 'you finally figured me out, here's more detail' babble.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Both - I usually do better with silence, but if I can't get that, I'll slap on some instrumental type music, oftentimes Lindsey Stirling. Things with lyrics usually serve as a distraction because I want to listen to the vocals over writing. XD

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Both! A LOT of them are winged, especially since I just let Sera (and Shayan!) do her own thing usually and oftentimes she ends up doing things I didn't expect her to do anyway, but I also like to plan out a little bit a lot, too. That's usually as simple as looking to a partner and going "I think this is going to happen" or "I'd like to touch on this", or even pointing out "hey, here's how my muse feels after that" - But from there it's usually winged, never planned out word for word.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

I love shipping, but unfortunately I've had some pretty horrible experiences with it outside of an incredibly tiny handful of close friends, which's really dashed my desire to jump into it with anyone aside from them. This is actually why I've gone totally singleship and exclusively shipped with @honorisen - I've been burnt so badly over the years I'd rather just keep romantic shipping to a super close friend who knows me and I know just as well in return.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

I go by either Lita, Pom, or Pomberry, the later being a mix of Pomeranian and Tonberry! Though to be fair I also regularly answer to just 'hey you-' as well, and used to go by Pomsky before it got shortened to just Pom! I'm not super picky in which I prefer, so hit me with any of them <3

ᴀɢᴇ?

A good bit over 30-

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

October 13th <3

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Purple, dark green, and probably a little mid-ranged blues in there too-

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I spent my childhood in the 90's, so I've gotta say most songs by the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC - With special nods for the later to Bye Bye Bye and Space Cowboy. I also really, REALLY love Lindsey Stirling's Shatter Me and Roundtable Rival, as well as What You're Made Of, and Breaking Benjamin's I will Not Bow and Breath - I could list a ton here, but that's because I'm usually fond of songs and less so of groups in general!

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2! It happened to be on tv, and I can never turn down GotG <3

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

...Prooobably Jeopardy? I don't watch a whole heck of a lot of TV aside from old re-runs of 90's/early 2000's anime, but we watch Jeopardy and Family Feud here during dinner most days, so-

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Currently have on Space Cowboy by NSYNC! <3

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Toss up between chicken tetrazini, meatloaf, and bbq ribs <3 Not really a food, but I finally got to try bubble tea/boba and I'm falling in love with that too-

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Anything that isn't hot as all getout, which is most of the year where I live, unfortunately. x.x' I like spring and fall for that reason especially? And while my health doesn't agree, I LOVE winter and miss it since moving to a warmer climate several years back-

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Yep yep! <3 @honorisen / @yoroiis, @waltzofphoenix, and a friend who's unfortunately no longer rp'ing here, but I talk to daily! <3

Tagged: Saphie said steal it SO <3 Stolen from @azure-steel and replaced with cupcakes <3

Tagging: @yoroiis, @waltzofphoenix, Grab it! <3

[dhampiravidi]

🍳 our muses are having breakfast at a local food place (Caleb and Pogue @in--noctem, sorry for the anon I'm on the wrong blog xD)

Caleb probably wouldn't've agreed to skip school with Pogue if the night before hadn't left them both feeling so drained and upset. Mr. Parry had had yet another tantrum, smacking his son around while his wife cooked dinner (only stopping to tell them to get out of "her space" in the kitchen). As usual, Pogue teleported straight to the Danvers, glad that his parents didn't do any magic. Because it'd been years since Caleb had realized what Pogue's parents were truly like, he had a plan in place. He set his best friend up with a decent dinner, then called the police (who were familiar with the situation) so that they wouldn't think Pogue had been kidnapped. It always took a while longer than he would've liked to get Pogue to bed. There were bruises and cuts to be treated, and even then, Pogue was far from being OK (not that he was expected to be). On days like those, he had multiple nightmares, so the Danvers had learned to have him sleep in Caleb's room. The boys always ended up under the same sheets together, arms wrapped protectively around each other--but Caleb knew to untangle himself before Pogue woke up and freaked out.

They went out of town to avoid any suspicious adult eyes. Pogue, who had bought a motorcycle as soon as he'd turned 16 (he only waited that long because he knew he had to pass the tests before driving it) apparently found a diner on some day when he'd gone out of town instead of to the Danvers, post-dad tantrum. So, he drove the two of them there. Caleb knew that Pogue probably would've been more physically comfortable using one of their cars, but he didn't want his own mom worrying about them--even if she might not leave her room til the afternoon.

Caleb liked the place as soon as he saw it. The outside was plain, but it was perfectly clean, with bright paint and absolutely no dirt on any of the paneling. "It doesn't look like much, I know...food's not as good as yours, but it's a nice spot," Pogue said quietly, putting his gloves away for the moment. He was surprised to feel a gentle-yet-firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see one of those smiles that made him feel guilty and giddy at the same time.

"Thanks, man." Thanks for bringing me, for letting me come with you this time. Thanks for the compliment--even though you're always silently moaning when I cook us something.

"Yeah." Pogue started off for the front doors, Caleb only a step behind. There was music from the 70s and 80s playing, not enough to be anything but a quiet soundtrack. About half of the place was full, which was interesting for a restaurant's weekday. Pogue sat down in a booth not far from the bar, and Caleb sat across from him. It was all of 5 seconds before a waitress in a pink-striped uniform rolled up, beaming.

"Kiddo! How are ya!?" she cried, beckoning for Pogue to hug her. He did, a sheepish grin on his face as she kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Donna. Donna, this...uh, this is Caleb." He sat back down, and suddenly he couldn't look his friend in the eye. But Donna certainly could. She grinned mischievously.

"Caleb Danvers. Oh yeah, we've heard about you. What are ya in the mood for? Pogue always gets a stack a' cinnamon pancakes, but he says you make the best French toast--"

"Donna--"

"I'm just sayin'. Here, I'll get ya' a menu. Don't worry about what's for breakfast and f' lunch--Jimmy doesn't mind makin' both." Over the next hour or so, Caleb learned that Donna was taking classes to become a dentist's assistant, and she had a little boy named Ricky who thought Pogue was a god because he'd let him sit on his bike once. He also learned that Donna could read people's minds (not literally, he hoped), Pogue came to the diner about once a month (even if his parents weren't being horrible), and that Pogue had told Donna (plus the other two waitresses who knew him) all about Ipswich, minus the magic part.

Both boys left Donna and the rest of that shift a hefty tip--after all, they were the heirs to family fortunes--and took milkshakes and fries to-go. They went to Boston to explore, then had a picnic on the outskirts of Ipswich. Caleb had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't a date, that he was just keeping Pogue company while the other guy took a day.

He liked to think that they'd had enough fun to forget the night before, at least for a little while.

[outoutdamnspark]

🗣 Dorian for both Reina and Hina. I would say kana too but they haven't seen each other in a while.

Send 🗣 to hear what my muse thinks of yours

(you're getting Hisiui Edition! which means you get Kana, too! XD)

===

Reina:

'I miss him. I wonder if he knew he was my best friend...

I hope wherever he and Hina are, they're together.'

Kana:

'Thank you. For looking after Nini-chan. I couldn't be prouder of you both.'

Hina:

'Is it bad that I'm glad you're here with me? I don't think I could do any of this without you, even with Kana-nee here, too.'

[ase-trollplays]

multiples of ten for two muses of your choice

I thought you said multiples of two at first and was about to cry bc that's So Many Questions XDD Anyways, for two muses I think I'm going to go with the new moirails, Thiomi and Corali.

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Anything relating to their kids tbh. Thiomi and Corali will spend hours gushing about Varoll and Darius and things they've done and accomplished if you let them. They're such proud moms. Corali will even talk about Varoll now and then since she's endeared herself to her.

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but hate the person?

I'ma be real with you: I couldn't think of a damn thing for this answer. XD Not a single thing.

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it's personal versus when it's professional?

For Thiomi, it doesn't differ at all. She'd feel extremely bad regardless. Corali, on the other hand, only feels really bad when it's something personal. Like, she still feels god-awful about yelling at and threatening Arriak. Just absolutely terrible. However, when it comes to mistakes while working, she'll feel a little guilty, but usually not enough to apologize unless it's something big.

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

Thiomi doesn't mind loose handshakes since she doesn't exactly have a firm grip herself. Corali hates that shit. If they don't grip her hand like they're trying to break it, she'll think much less of them and a person and purposely grip theirs much harder than necessary.

Unless they're a pretty lady. Pretty ladies get a pass. So do kids, but she'll encourage them to try.

50. What belief/moral/personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don't agree with?

One of Thiomi's core beliefs is "It's better to be hurt than to hurt someone else," which is nice in theory, but that's not actually a healthy mindset to have. Constantly sacrificing yourself and your own happiness/well-being for the good of others is incredibly self-destructive. She needs to unlearn the mindsets she developed while being Sonja's moirail and take care of herself better.

Corali is the kind of person who believes in total independence and never needing to ask for help. She thinks that always needing help is a sign of weakness and lack of character, so she goes out of her way to try to do everything on her own and only asks for help when in dire straits. I used to be like that, too, but I've since learned that there's nothing wrong with needing and asking for help. It's a totally normal thing and shouldn't be admonished.

[countlessrealities]

MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.(copied the meme just to make sure you know what meme it is, since it can get quite confusing with all the memes out there to remember which one was for what occasion)

Send a ⭐ and I'll tell you which muses I'd be interested in throwing at yours || Always accepting !

After an age and a half, I'm finally replying to this! Sorry for the wait, but I wanted to answer your ask while having enough time and brain energy to give you something substantial combos and plots wise.

For the muses on my side, I'm basing myself on your pick on my interest checker, since I'm assuming those are the ones you'd like to interact with ^^

Rick: Obviously Dr. Chandra would be the most obvious interactions since he could easily mistake my Rick for the Rick who gave him the portal gun / Rick might want to know why some random guy has access to portal travel. I could also seeing him interacting (whether it means making pals or butting heads) with Tycho (science & bad attitude bros),

Morty: I could definite see Morty making friends with your younger AI muses (Joshua, Edgar, Hal, Tau) and be either some sort of "babysitter" or just help getting them in even more trouble. Both things are equally possible xD Also, I could see him sort of stalking Dr. Chandra while he works (he does like watching Rick work, but well, Rick isn't exactly the teaching kind xD)

Evil Rick: AM - If you ever want to explore AM having his progress undone, Rick is definitely the kind of muse who could do that. He is very level-headed and cold most of the time, but he is also sadistic, enjoys experimenting on living beings also for the sake of it, and he has moments when he goes all "evil mad scientists" where he shows a much wilder side of himself. Colossus - Very serious and no-nonsense attitude? Big lack of understanding when it comes to human emotions, but curious towards them? He could be Rick's soul twin xD He's not a people person at all and he's very picky when it comes to acknowledge someone's existence (let alone make friends), but I think Colossus is the kind of person he could get along with.

Rick Prime: AM - Pretty much what I said about Evil Rick, with the different that Weird Rick would probably purposefully try to get AM back to his old self as a game or a little side project to keep himself entertained. He just loves planting the seeds for a big mess and then sitting and watching the chaos that follows. Blain - These two share a lot of bad traits, so I could see them reaching a point where they still don't like each other / get on each other's nerve, but also hold a certain respect for each other. I think Blain could come to appreciate how blunt and brutally honest Rick can be, even while being a master manipulator.

Mercenary Rick: Dr. Chandra - Since this Rick OC doesn't know about portal travel and all, he could be the Rick from Chandra's dimension. The guy spent most of his life away from Earth, but I can see them running into each other either when Rick has returned to Earth (for some reason) or while Chandra is out looking for "strays" xD Leela - Their relationship could be interesting because Leela would remind Rick a lot of his late best friend (Diane), so he'd be torn between wanting to get to know her and avoiding her like the plague because she brings back all his unsolved grief. Also, with her nurturing personality, she might actually be the kind of person he needs in his life to start moving on! Durandal - They have a lot of common ground, especially the bluntness and love for tidiness, so I think they could be friends!

AR: I couldn't pinpoint any dynamic in detail for him, but I could see AR interacting with Sal and Tycho, maybe?

Ofc these are just ideas! If you don't agree with them that's totally alright to let me know. And if you have more potential dynamics in mind, please let me know! I'd love to hear your ideas -eyes-

[jackson--t]

The last one turns off the light

Summary: On the day of Ragnar's funeral, the family reunites - but even before that, chaos begins. When the Lothbroks brothers get together, the world turns upside down - and not only funny things will come out.

Words: ~ 3.7 k.

Pairings/tags: please look up at AO3, too much for here. We have one crossover pairing, which will be Ubbe x Eggsy (Kingsman). And obviously, Heahmund x Ivar. 🤣

This story is a comforter for me and hopefully entertaining for you. 🖤 Other updates follow this week, since I had a light down. xD

If you want to be tagged in this one, tell me please. 🥰 I always feel so uncormfortable tagging people and thinking they don't like all of my weird stuff, lovely @youbloodymadgenius 🤣❤.

Chapter 1: Of canapès and barking dogs.

Bjorn, Torvi & Sigurd

 It was not a nice day, Bjorn had known that from the beginning. Going to funerals was never easy - but holding his father's at his mother-in-law's house was. He had always believed that Ragnar would grow much older - and that the day he died would be peaceful.

But the house of Aslaug had been strangely restless for days. Sigurd had already arrived and had taken possession of the guest room next to Torvi and Bjorn's - his other brothers would soon follow. Bjorn folded the note in his hand lightly and sighed softly. He had read through the words a thousand times, and yet he kept getting stuck.

"I don't know why Aslaug wants me to give the speech," he said softly to Torvi, and she smiled slightly. Her hands softly stroked Bjorn's back, and her voice was like velvet against his ear.

"Because you're the oldest, that's why."

"Everyone will think that Ivar will hold it. After all, he's the famous author."

"Don't worry about that, you know people love you."

Bjorn creased the notes in his hand a little and turned his gaze again to the scrawled words. "My father was a great man. He was born in Kattegat in 1968. Kattegat is known for fishing and... God Torvi, it sounds like a school lecture. Ivar should do it."

"Be brave, Bjorn.", Torvi muttered to him, when suddenly the door opened.

"Are there, the guys with the coffin. With Dad." Sigurd said, who was still talking through the door before he could even open it with a rumble. Bjorn clicked his tongue.

"Still haven't learned to knock, huh?" he hissed, and Sigurd rolled his eyes.

"I don't care, now get down here. Mom's going to freak out - you know how sensitive she is."

"Then she shouldn't have done the funeral here in her house."

"I'll say three words to that: lazy old woman."

"Sigurd!"

Sigurd laughed lightly, and nodded to Bjorn, who slowly rose from the bed and placed his notes on the nightstand. "Come, Torvi."

It was not an easy step that Bjorn took down the stairs, together with Sigurd and Torvi. The last time he had seen his father alive, everything had been fine: he had sat in front of the TV in the evening and watched a game with Bjorn. It had been quiet hours, and the last touch Bjorn actively remembered was the light feeling of Ragnar's fingers on his forearm when he had told him a good joke. Ragnar had laughed so loudly that there had been tears in his eyes - it had been a lovely evening.

Bjorn had long wondered if those last moments were enough, enough to be last words. He should perhaps have said an "I love you," something that expressed his deep admiration for this man. But one never knew when those were the last words - and when Bjorn saw the heavy oak coffin standing in the living room, along with the funeral home staff, his heart felt heavy. It was like lead, as if all the weights were pulling down the otherwise strong and heavy body. But he remained strong, even when he saw how Sigurd became slightly pale around the nose.

Nevertheless, with a quiet clearing of his throat and a respectful nod to the staff, he stood in front of the coffin and opened it with a slight, barely audible movement.

An iron silence spread, and one could almost feel the oppressive heaviness as Björn stared into the coffin. The funeral home staff lowered their heads in reverence as Bjorn suddenly said dryly, "That's not my father."

The silence around the room changed as the employees looked first at each other, and then at Bjorn, who still kept his gaze fixed on the coffin.

One of the staff came around and looked at the dead man, then opened his mouth.

"Oh God, that's really the wrong one. Guys, we put the wrong one in the coffin. We're terribly sorry, Mister Lothbrok - we'll be right back."

Torvi and Bjorn watched the men as they took the coffin back outside; then Bjorn exhaled deeply.

Sigurd in the corner behind them let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, if this is how the funeral is going to start, it's going to be cheerful. A bad omen."

"Don't say that!" Bjorn hissed, and Sigurd just snarled.

"It already started when Ivar said he was bringing his weird drug friend."

"He's a pharmacist, you monkey."

"Same thing, he sells drugs to old people. Maybe he can mix some in the punch."

“Sigurd!"

"What?"

"A little more respect." Torvi said annoyed, while Bjorn exhaled deeply.

"My respect just sailed out with the wrong daddy."

"Oh man. Please let this day go by quickly and without a hitch," Bjorn muttered, trying not to think about the mess that had ensued last Christmas when Ivar and Sigurd had fought over dessert and had destroyed one window.

"The day is guaranteed to be a disaster. Just think who's all coming together here today. They don't say the Lothbroks are all crazy for nothing. And if Ivar says a stupid thing about Martha, I'll punch him in the face!" Sigurd snarled; he took one of the canapés, but got lightly smacked on the fingers by Aslaug, who had joined in quietly and silently.

"Don't!"

"I'm hungry, though."

"You wait until everyone gets here!" Aslaug hissed; one could tell she wasn't feeling well. Torvi silently accompanied her to the kitchen again, while Bjorn sat down next to Sigurd's armchair with a snort.

"I'm so going to fail. Why isn't Ivar giving the speech?" he muttered; he also took a canapé, as did Sigurd, who by now had rested his legs on the little table next to him.

"It doesn't matter, no one will listen anyway. Everyone will blubber. Besides, he's bringing his friend, that fucking Brit. He won't talk in front of him, I bet you."

"All right, let him. They've been together for a long time."

"Yeah, while Ubbe will end up an old maid."

"You too."

The brothers looked at each other, then they both laughed. And although it was not a fitting day for laughter, they both couldn't help it. They were only interrupted when Aslaug came storming out of the kitchen and slapped them both on the knuckles for eating too many of the canapés.

 

§-----§-----§

 

Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar, Heahmund & Eggsy

 "Which house was it again?" Ubbe asked, drawing his eyebrows together; Ivar yawned slightly as he looked out the window at the passing houses. He already knew the area by heart, had already spent so many hours driving to and from Heahmund's house - and not just because of Heahmund. Heahmund's little brother Eggsy was Ivar's age, and the two had been best friends for a long time. It had been rather inappropriate when Ivar had confessed to him one day that he fancied his older brother - but after Eggsy had punched him in the face for it during a visit to a club, to be fair, they had been best friends again.

"That one up front. You know that house, you drove me here so many times!" Ivar snarled; Ubbe just snorted softly.

"Yeah, it was dark back then, and you were drunk."

"Alcohol is my muse. And a naked Heahmund."

"No, Ivar. Please don't. At least today. He's a pharmacist, isn't he?"

Ivar rolled his eyes slightly and exhaled in annoyance, then nodded slightly. He ran a hand through his hair while his gaze was fixed on his older brother.

"Yeah, you know that too," he grumbled, and Ubbe shrugged.

"Do you think he can take a look at my wrist? There's all this discoloration on it."

"Ubbe, please. He's a pharmacist, not a doctor," Hvitserk interjected, who was sitting in the back seat.

Ivar knew that his older brother was very upset inside. Ivar felt it the same way - when he had learned of Ragnar's death, a part of his world had collapsed. It had taken him a long time to come to terms - a long time, and a handful of Heahmund's best pills. That had helped. When Ivar saw the slightly clouded look on Hvitserk's face in the rearview mirror, he bit his lower lip lightly.

"But he deals with pills, he knows what I can take!" Ubbe replied irritably.

"Eggsy deals, Heahmund thinks it sucks," Ivar said, amused, turning his gaze back outside.

"Why can they even do that? Eggsy looks like the last spade."

"Ay!"

"Ain't that the truth."

"Maybe Heahmund will have some pills for you in a minute, Hvitty. You look really pale," Ivar said quietly; his bright eyes found Hvitserk's, and he clearly saw his brother forcing a smile.

"I just have a stomachache, after all, and a little dizziness. I'll be fine."

"Here we are," Ubbe said, and the three brothers got out of the car.

The house was in a somewhat quieter corner of the town and was a veritable palace; it had been expensive, for Heahmund and Eggsy's parents were both doctors. Heahmund had confessed to Ivar once long ago that he knew he was a disappointment to them as an apothecary - but Ivar had always encouraged him. Heahmund loved working with chemicals, and the fact that he had fallen in love with him, well - Ivar clearly owed a bit of that to his love of Eggsy's forbidden tablets. Ivar remembered it clearly - an Iggy Pop concert, drunk to the point of no return, and he had dared to kiss Heahmund for the first time.

He remembered hot fingers on his body, wet and sweaty bodies pressing against each other, loud and booming music in his ears, vibrating on his skin.

But that quickly disappeared as Ubbe pressed the button on the bell and waited with his two brothers. It took a moment, but then a grinning Eggsy opened the door.

"Holla, we don't actually buy anything at the door," he said, and Ivar laughed. He chimed in with Eggsy and went into the house, with Ubbe and Hvitserk following. For a moment Eggsy and Ubbe looked at each other, then Ubbe said, "Do you have anything for Hvitty's stomachache?"

"Hmm. I don't know... I'll go see. Hold on. Oh, Ivar - Heahmund's in the shower, he'll be right there in a minute," Eggsy replied, winking at Ivar, who again bit his lip lightly before catching Ubbe's shocked look.

"Ivar, I dare you. You're wearing your fancy suit, Dad gave you that one at the time for your first book launch. If it gets wet-" Ubbe muttered, and Ivar snorted.

"What, it's just water!"

"I think Ubbe once again couldn't get it into his mouth that he means the cum stains that are on your suit afterwards when Heahmund has... wiped himself on your lips," Hvitserk threw into the round and was rewarded by a punch in the neck from Ubbe and a hearty laugh from Ivar.

"I'll wash your filthy mouth out in a minute... Ah, look. Here's some paracetamol, you can take it, can't you?" Ubbe said, holding up a brown little box with the words written all over it in a very slightly scuffed way. Ivar raised his eyebrows as Ubbe tossed the little tin to Hvitserk.

"Hmm, okay... I'll take these without water, not that my suit will get "wet" yet," Hvitserk muttered, and Ivar nudged him lightly.

"Stop it now, I'm shitting myself laughing. But I'm really going to see where Heahmund is," he said, and went up the stairs to the upper floors. Hvitserk swallowed his pills while Ubbe wandered lightly up and down the hallway, looking at the photos on the wall.

It had taken Ubbe a long time to accept Heahmund and Ivar's relationship. Heahmund was an educated and kind man, but Ubbe thought him far too old for Ivar. He knew his little brother and his moods, and also his volatility. It was a real miracle that the relationship had lasted two years by now - which was surely due to Ubbe always keeping an eye on Ivar. Even Ragnar had taken a while to get along with Heahmund. Not as a mate, not as a man - but as the boyfriend at Ivar's side. He had always seen his son in the arms of pretty women, but never in the arms of another man who could almost be his father himself.

Ubbe's eyes wandered over the many photos on the wall and lingered on a family photo. It was visible that they were a well-heeled, wealthy family - only Eggsy stood out, as always. The boy was just like them with Ivar, the nestling, the baby - and the spawn of hell. Even though Ubbe really liked Eggsy's grin, and his blunt, British humor.

"What do you think it's going to be like today? Wow, are the walls yellow here.", Hvitserk said quietly; Ubbe directed his gaze to the beige wall, but only raised his eyebrows. It was nothing new that Hvitserk had lousy taste when it came to color naming.

"Well... it's dad. I'm sure it won't be pretty. I can't wait to see how Bjorn's speech turns out."

"Why isn't Ivar holding it?" Hvitserk said; as the two looked at each other, Hvitserk lightly stroked the wall with his fingers. Ubbe smiled briefly; he put a hand on Hvitserk's shoulder and sighed.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter either, he's the oldest, and he'll do fine. It was mother's wish. And Dad would have loved it. We'll all be together again," he said quietly, and Hvitserk nodded silently.

He was about to say something when Eggsy came down the stairs. He tossed a small can to Ubbe and winked. "Here, paracetamol."

"It's all good Eggs, we've already had some. It was okay, right? There were some lying here, we really only took two."

Eggsy's grin disappeared from his face; he was about to say something when Ivar and Heahmund came down the stairs.

"Hello, you two!" Heahmund said; he was smiling, but he placed his hand lightly comfortingly on Ubbe's shoulder, who smiled only slightly. "I'm really very sorry."

"It's okay. It's part of life, isn't it?" Ubbe replied; he waited until Heahmund removed his hand, and then cleared his throat, not without another quick glance at the slightly distraught Eggsy.

"I'll go start the car. Eggsy, are you going to ride with us?"

"Who... me? Nah, I'll... um... drive myself later, I've got stuff to do," he said, forcing a soft smile.

When Ubbe was out the door and the others were about to follow, Eggsy stood in front of the door. He pushed it shut lightly and looked at the three, who eyed him in slight confusion.

"Eggs, what are you doing? Make room.", Ivar snarled and grabbed Eggsy by the shoulder, but the latter just pushed him away slightly.

"Honestly - Hvit - how many of those pills did you take?" he said harshly, and Hvitserk snorted.

"Two, why? And you guys should repaint your house, that yellow paint really stings in the eyes."

"FUCK." Eggsy said, and Heahmund grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What do you mean with fuck, Eggsy? Do you have like... no. Don't tell me you..."

"Yeah… I did."

"What's wrong?" Ivar interjected, whose gaze had so far only wandered back and forth between the two.

"The pills.” Eggsy murmured, holding up the brown tin.

"Paracetamol, it says. Are you stupid?" Hvitserk said, and Eggsy opened his mouth.

"That's really a bit inappropriate now, huh... These aren't paras."

A rough hand reached into Eggsy's shirt, and Heahmund pushed his younger brother hard back against the door. "What do you mean Eggsy?!"

"I was... experimenting, it was supposed to be for tonight, I... I named it xylitol x10."

"What."

"What?"

"Is that why the walls are so fucking yellow?!" Hvitserk shouted, trying to jump towards Eggsy, but Ivar held him back.

"I'm sorry, but you don't just eat any fucking pills lying around somewhere either -"

"It had paracetamol on it, you asshole!!!"

"Yeah, you think I'd write party drug on it?"

"STOP!" Heahmund yelled between them, holding the boys apart; he could feel exactly how tense Hvitserk and Ivar were breathing.

"What's in it, Eggsy?" Heahmund asked, and all eyes turned to the young Englishman. Eggsy fussed, running a hand down the back of his neck, then muttering lightly.

"Well, this and that...I didn't...quite calculate that."

"Hallucinogens?" Heahmund grumbled; he still had his brother in stitches, and Eggsy nodded slightly.

"Everything. Stimulants, sleeping pills, painkillers. It's supposed to get you high on a new level."

It took a moment before Hvitserk let out a slight cry of panic and went for Eggsy's throat; Ivar interposed himself but gave Eggsy a deadly look.

"How long does it last?" he asked frantically, and Eggsy opened his lips slightly. It took him a moment before he quietly replied, "Twelve hours?"

Hvitserk was about to go after Eggsy again, but this time Heahmund joined in.

"THAT MEANS I'M GOING COMPLETELY HIGH AND FUCKED UP ON MY FATHER'S FUNERAL?" Hvitserk shouted, and Eggsy shrugged slightly.

"That... yeah, something like that. But it won't be so bad, because… you just won't notice anything."

"Eggsy, this is going to be trouble. Shit, what do we do now? Ubbe doesn't have a clue, does he?"

Ivar bit his lower lip lightly, still looking at his best friend. He knew that Eggsy had never done this on purpose, guaranteed, and that he had simply wanted to resell the pills. They had done it so many times, together, to really kick ass at festivals - if Ragnar or Ubbe had ever known that, and Heahmund - oh, Ivar was sure he would end up in hell. But he stuck by Eggsy, who by now was really pale around the nose.

"We'll work it out. We can say he's allergic to the pills because they were... expired."

"Ivar, that's... Ubbe will never believe that. He himself is so..."

"We have no choice."

Hvitserk pressed his head against Ivar's shoulder and let out a low snort; his hands clawed tightly into the suit of Ivar's shoulder, and Ivar patted his head lightly.

"Well, at least... the funeral won't be so bad for you then." he said, catching an indignant look from Heahmund, which he only returned with a shrug.

"We have no choice, like I said."

A honk sounded outside, and all four flinched violently; Hvitserk raised his eyes, already looking slightly dreamy.

"Fuck... Eggsy, get changed and join us as soon as you can. It's best if Hvitserk drinks a lot of water to get that stuff out. God, Eggsy...you must be from the mailman.", Heahmund said with a slight frown.

"Shut up, it wasn't like I wanted this!"

"It's okay now." Ivar said, taking Hvitserk's forearm in his hand; he guided his brother easily while Eggsy opened the front door.

"You just have to pretend everything's okay long enough. So Ubbe won't notice anything, because he'll kill Eggsy, me and Heahmund then. And with his kind, himself, too," Ivar added; he held Hvitserk tightly as he pulled slightly towards the flowerbed.

"The flowers smell like butter."

"Sure, everybody knows that," Ivar said, turning in a panic to Eggsy, who stood like a little pale something in the front doorway, watching the three of them get into Ubbe's car.

He raised his arm ever so slightly and with compressed lips nodded to Ubbe, who waved at him. Only when the car turned the corner slightly did he flee back into the house in a panic.

The first few miles through the city in the car were silent; until Ubbe cleared his throat and looked at the slightly cramped Heahmund and Ivar in the back seat through the mirror.

"Everything’s good? What else did you do inside?" he asked, and Ivar and Heahmund looked at each other slightly. Then Ivar put on a warm smile.

"I was arguing with Eggs about what he should wear. He refuses to wear a suit."

"Haha yeah, that’s my little... cutie... brother.", Heahmund laughed, and got a firm jab from Ivar in the ribcage for it - which Ubbe luckily didn't see because he had to brake hard. An elderly couple walked across the intersection, and Hvitserk suddenly looked around in confusion.

"Wasn't there a dog in here just now?" Hvitserk said, mouth agape; Ubbe at the steering wheel drew his eyebrows together, while Ivar and Heahmund exchanged brief glances in the back seat.

"What?" Ubbe asked, snorting in amusement, while Ivar lightly bit his lower lip. Hvitserk's gaze turned towards Ubbe in confusion, and he stared at his older brother slightly absently.

"There was a dog barking in here just now, wasn't there?"

"Hvitty what the... did you take dr...?" Ubbe began, but Ivar interrupted him frantically, putting his hand on Ubbe's shoulder from behind.

"Aren't we almost there?" he said with pointed curiosity, and Ubbe turned his gaze skeptically to the road. "Yes, in a minute," he said, giving Ivar a puzzled look through the rearview mirror. But his youngest brother only smiled an exaggeratedly broad and hearty smile, while Hvitserk pressed his head against the window, smiling slightly.

"You guys are acting weird. But today it’s okay. After all, today is an important day, and it's finally another day when the whole family gets to be together loving each other. If only Dad could see us like this," Ubbe said quietly, albeit with a soft, crooked smile at the corner of his mouth.

If only dad could see us.

Ivar's hands clenched slightly, and he exhaled softly. His brother was doped up on whatever drugs Eggsy had made up makeshift from his pharmacy studies. Bjorn would make a beastly speech, Ivar knew, even though it hurt his heart to think of his oldest brother that way. Sigurd and he would quarrel, and even that day hold grudges against each other. Ivar would show up at his father's funeral with his boyfriend, whom not many knew yet. Aunt Helga would have a heart attack. Ubbe would have a crisis as soon as he realized that Hvitserk hadn't just taken paracetamol. Oh yes, if only dad could see us.

But it was Heahmund's warm hands that closed around his and held him tightly; very tightly, so that Ivar immediately felt safe and comfortable. He glanced at his partner, and Heahmund smiled encouragingly at him. At least he was there - because with him, Ivar felt complete.

Even if his brother in the passenger seat wore a slight thread of drool in the corner of his mouth and was guaranteed to be fantasizing about yellow walls and butter-smelling flowers, and imaginary dogs barking in the car.

[pipermca]

Writing Year in Review - 2021

Look, 2021, you had one job. Your one job was not to suck. And although you started to really shape up in the fall, you completely fumbled it at the end. Way to go.

Ugh. Seriously.

On the personal and writing front, it was a bit of a mixed bag. Our summer weather sucked, and that seriously affected my mental health. I don't do well in heat, and the heat waves were terrible. Then when the heat abated a bit, the air outside was filled with smoke from fires, so I couldn't even enjoy being outside. Living in a place where we basically only get three or four months of comfortable outdoor weather, I desperately needed to be outside... And that couldn't happen.

On the other hand, I did manage to finish Mind, Body, and Soul – by far the longest story I've ever written. I've mentioned that I think that story really ought to have been split into three "books": pre-war, war-time up until the Autobots leave Cybertron, and then landing on Earth to the end of the story. (Each one would have been about 100,000 words.) Those are the three main arcs of the story, but when I was writing they gelled so well as cohesive bits (and my brain was thinking of it as one long, continuous story) it didn't even occur to me to separate them into individual stories.

Ah well. It's just a big epic, I guess. One of my "to dos" is to explain the original plan for the story, which was much shorter but had a much more melancholy ending. After getting to know Barricade and Prowl and Bluestreak better, I decided I wanted to do better by them, and completely rethought the plot.

I finished posting Mind, Body, and Soul in March, and followed that up with a few "extras" stories to cap off the series. Then I let my muse work on other things that amused it and... overall, I think I had a pretty productive writing year! It wasn't quite as productive as 2020 (mostly because I took my foot off the gas after finishing MBS) but in some ways it was more fruitful.

In 2021 I posted 15 works to AO3, which includes the last 9 chapters of MBS. (That total also includes one short fic I wrote years ago that I transferred from Tumblr to AO3). In total I posted 123,108 words to AO3 across those 15 works. I also wrote 107,222 words, but that includes zine pieces that are not yet available, and my IDW2 reviews that I've been posting.

I'm content with those numbers. Previously I was setting a goal of about 10,000 words per month, but considering how atrocious this year's been I think I did pretty good. Interestingly, when I look at my writing tracker, there wasn't a big dip in productivity over the summer like I was expecting. You can tell that I basically went "whew, bleah!" and basically stopped writing for a few weeks after finishing the draft of MBS in early February. XD

My average words per hour is pretty consistent, especially when I set aside an hour or so to write, sometimes doing sprints. With the exception of September (hmm, no idea what happened there!) I averaged around 600-700 words per hour.

I think this is the graph that irritates me the most though. XD It's obvious that I get most of my writing done in the evening, since that's when I've got the time to write. But I know that I'm actually at my most productive in mid-morning... while I'm at work. Argh.

In December 2021 I wrote 8,113 words. I've got a new WIP I'm working on that is very intriguing to my muse, although it's slow going because I'm having to figure out new lore and new relationships on the fly. I can't wait to share that with people.

As for the goals I set for myself for 2021, I actually did pretty well, better than I thought I did!

Finish Mind, Body, and Soul YES! I DID IT!

Finish Must Like Cats and One More Night I got one of these done, finally. 50% isn't bad.

Start on The King and the Bounty Hunter Yes! I've got two chapters drafted and I've been doodling around with the third.

Start the sequel to Peer Review Nope

Apply for two zines Yes! And got in! And pieces are completed! And one of them is for sale now!

Write two comic scripts for practice Nope

So, my goals for 2022, in order of priority:

Finish Must Like Cats

Finish Sun and Moon (working title)

Apply for two zines (if something catches my eye)

Write two comic scripts for practice

Finish The King and the Bounty Hunter

Start By Fire and Flame (working title)

I am quite pleased at the number of stories I've finished, too. Like last year, behind the cut is the first sentence of each of my stories I posted, and the month is it was posted in.

January: Mind, Body, and Soul. (The first chapter posted in 2021 was chapter 64.) While the Autobots struggled to recover from their losses, the Decepticons wasted no time in pressing their advantage.

March: Knell. Barricade's spark thudded against its casing with every frantic spin.

March: War's End. Prowl scanned the dusty horizon, searching for any sign of the shuttles that he knew were inbound.

March: They Grow Up So Fast. Bluestreak stretched as he made his way down the hallway from his room, lifting his arms over his helm and extending his wings until the cables sang with tension.

April: Turn, Turn, Turn. Smokescreen was so focused on trying to get the tiny crystal cleaving to sit just right in the growth medium that he didn't hear the door to the flat open and close.

June. In Your Dreams. Hound woke from recharge to the sensation of falling through the air.

June: What Happens on a Mission... As the smoke in the cutter's cockpit cleared, Smokescreen scanned the control board in front of him.

July: Core Override. Prowl hated prison transfer detail.

September: One More Night. There was so much to do.

October: Going Against Tradition. "Chosen Wind Walker Thundercracker, the Emperor will see you now."

October: Just the Three of Us. To anyone casually walking by, the scene wouldn't have looked too odd: just a man enjoying the sun and the sand, kicked back on the hood of his sports car and listening to some tunes.

October: Claim Rejected. “While I appreciate all of your efforts to keep me safe,” Optimus Prime said, glaring – glaring!– around the meeting room at his command staff, “I cannot condone sending other Autobots in to fight Megatron for me.”

November: Debts. Just like usual, Smokescreen was waiting for Prowl outside of their usual diner.

November: A Gift from Morpheus. The crack of the rifle seemed to stop Smokescreen's spark.

December: Deck the Halls. Hound had not been prepared for what greeted him when he got home from the office on Saturday evening.

And that's a wrap! I hope everyone has a very safe, calm, and uneventful 2022. (Key point: uneventful, as in not exciting, as in completely precedented.)

[yuriko-mukami]

I posted 259 times in 2021

88 posts created (34%)

171 posts reblogged (66%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.9 posts.

I added 563 tags in 2021

#interactions - 104 posts

#long post - 92 posts

#ruki mukami - 61 posts

#yuruki - 58 posts

#answered asks - 57 posts

#elizabeth virnien - 47 posts

#elizabeth vi - 43 posts

#iricathel - 35 posts

#irina avenel - 34 posts

#rp meme - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 75 characters

#(( i have no idea if you saw my reply so i decide to make a continuation ))

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

🍺 (( sorry I can’t resist xD ))

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

Send 🍺 for my muses drunk reaction around yours.

[Yuriko felt a little wobbly and she couldn't help but giggle while she was alone in the kitchen. She should have made dinner but somehow it didn't feel that important now, so she just listened to music and hummed while staring out.

Usually Yuriko was a bit agitated when Ruki was visiting Karlheinz and she was alone with his brothers at home. But tonight she felt different. She hadn't even seen Yuma and Azusa, but Kou had dropped by in the kitchen.]

Hahaha... It's funny, how the evening... turned out like this... fufu.

[Yuriko recalled what had happened. Yes, Kou dropped by and offered her something. He had said it would help her relax... and maybe he had been right.

Yuriko giggled again. She felt so funny and there was no way she could make dinner now. She just wanted this floating feeling to continue forever...

Suddenly she heard footsteps. She turned around and swinged still chuckling; luckily she didn't fall over. Ruki entered the kitchen and looked directly at her.]

Rukiiii! You're back!! I feel like I've waited you forever! I'm so glad that you're at home now!

[Yuriko ran to Ruki even though her steps were a bit wobbly. She collided with him and laughed when she almost fell over.]

I missed you so, so, so much! Why did it take so long for you get back?

[Yuriko rose on her toes swaying, pushed her fingers to Ruki's hair and kissed him quickly.]

Fufufu... I forgot to make the dinner... but maybe you can have me...?

15 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 07:41:57 GMT

#4

Ship: Subaron

Leave a ship in my ask and I’ll reply only with an emoji

😍 - otp

(( Subaron is totally an OTP for me!! When I thought Yuriko's story for first time my intension was write Yui as Subaru's girlfriend but then I entered to this DL RP community and saw all that sweet Subaron content and I changed my mind.

Sharon and Subaru have very good chemistry and I really enjoy seeing them together. Sharon can really penetrate through that hard shell of his and make him feel loved.

I also love how they both have their issues with self esteem. They need to work those out eventually and I think they can help each other out with that. They both deserve love. And I believe that love they can give to one another which is really beautiful and makes my heart flutter for them. Their love story just is very captivating for me. 🥰🥰🥰

Also... I do hope that we can arrange time for Subaron & YuRuki double date, because I cannot wait to see Subaron sweetness... and maybe little sulking from both boys because they got dragged there 😅 ))

15 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 16:12:26 GMT

#3

Yuriko, were you able to meet with Yuuto in your dreams and ask him about his whereabouts? I’m concerned whether he would point us in the right direction or not, but it seems he is our only viable option.

[Yuriko yawned and turned to look at Ruki. His timing was frighteningly perfect.]

Um… yes, I was.

[She shivered as she remembered her nightly meeting with her brother.]

~ Flashback ~

[Yuriko sat down to the floor of the forest and curved her tail around her paws. The night was cold as if winter had already arrived.]

Yuuto: It’s been a long time. Have you been avoiding me, little sister?

Yuriko: You haven’t been very nice to me…

Yuuto: And whose fault it that? You are still living with that bloodsucker, aren’t you?

[Yuriko sighed but nodded quickly.]

Yuriko: It’s better than live with… Keisuke.

[Yuuto snorted.]

Yuuto: I’m willing to admit that he is nothing but a useless human. He still hasn’t located that gate, and I’m still unable to speak with him.

Yuriko: About that! You need to tell me where that gate is and how can I open it!

Yuuto: Huh? Now you are interested in talking about that? What’s gotten into you?

Yuriko: I need you help. I can’t control my powers and –

Yuuto: Hah? Are you afraid of losing that disgusting –

Yuriko: Ruki isn’t disgusting! I love him and nothing can change that!

Yuuto: You might love him, but no human nor vampire will ever really love you. Father is a proof of that, and those bloodsuckers… they are unable to fall in love in the first place.

Yuriko: I don’t want to hear! Just tell me about that gate!

Yuuto: Is it just me or are you a bit full of yourself nowadays? [He was quiet for a moment.] I was only four when they took me, so I don’t remember it very well. They took me to the forest, and I think there was a Shinto shrine nearby, one with Inari statues.

Yuriko: Okay! I’ll find that place and come for you. How do I open the gate?

Yuuto: All I know is that you need your blood to do that.

Yuriko: You have the same blood. Why can’t you open it?

[Yuuto turned his yellow gaze to the starless sky and frowned. There was something dark in his eyes.]

Yuuto: …my power is too weak… It’s father’s blood, it’s too strong in me, but you are probably different. Mother told me that your power awakened when you were only one year old; I was three, almost four, before that happened. So… I guess there isn’t as much kitsune in me as in you. Believe me, I’ve tried to get through that gate.

Yuriko: I… don’t know… what to say. I’m really sorry, Yuuto.

[Yuuto turned his gaze back to Yuriko.]

Yuuto: I don’t need your pity. Just open the gate.

Yuriko: I… I’ll do that!

Yuuto: Though I do wonder… how come you don’t control your power if you got it so early on? And how have you been able to hide it from that love of your life…?

[Yuuto said the last words so spitefully that Yuriko shivered. He was the only blood relative she could reach for… and she wanted him and Ruki to get along, not be on each other’s throats as Ruki and Keisuke had been. But would Yuuto ever accept Ruki?]

~ End of Flashback ~

[Yuriko sighed. Her gaze wandered through the bedroom as she told what she now knew about the gate and her awakened powers. She left out all the things Yuuto had said about Ruki. Those words pained her heart and she never wanted Ruki to hear them.]

I think… that we need to find that Shinto shrine and then… use my blood somehow.

18 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 20:35:18 GMT

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["Oh, there's Yuriko" ]

[Elizabeth peeks into Yuriko's classroom with two small boxes in her hands. She wanted to ask her to have lunch together on the roof of the school. Elizabeth had specially pre-ordered two school lunches for the day. She often ordered cooked meals from a woman she knew who worked in a pastry shop. Elizabeth was a little embarrassed to admit that she could only cook meat dishes.]

- Um... Yuriko?

[Elizabeth waved hello to the girl. When Yuriko came out to her, Elizabeth got a little nervous again. Nothing wrong with that though, she just wanted to get close to Yuriko.]

- Come on... have lunch together...?

[Elizabeth holds out a lunch box to Yuriko. She wasn't very good at Japanese terms, but I think it was called bento.]

- I'd like to get to know you better... And I also wanted to give you a treat. These lunches are made by themselves, so it's all very tasty. S-so... can we do it?

[Yuriko is really surprised when she sees Elizabeth. She smiles and walks to her wondering what is going on. It's even more surprising that Elizabeth wants to eat lunch together. Surprising but the mere though is really heartwarming too.]

Oh... Of course we can, Elizabeth!

[Yuriko accepts the lunch box Elizabeth is offering. She just can't believe this is happening. It has been so long when she had eat lunch with a friend.]

Did you know that you are very kind person, Elizabeth? I'm glad to have lunch with you. Let's go.

22 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 12:39:32 GMT

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You and I should... go for a walk <3

For a walk? Sure! That sounds fun, Elizabeth.

Where would you like to go? To the city or perhaps to the park?

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HDWGH 7 Month Anniversary + Long Overdue Appreciation

It actually is happening on my birthday! Woooooo!!! Aging, yay!

Even though it's been 7 months since I left for Phoenix and had the time of my life, I still can't fathom just how amazing the whole experience truly was. Heck, it doesn't even feel real sometimes, like it was all just a really, REALLY good dream.

I'm so glad to have met so many wonderful people, and hang out with Seán, and just goof and feel like I have nothing to hide. Honestly, the entire night was one I can never, EVER forget.

And since then, I feel that I've come so far! In fact, I ended up getting an email from myself back in high school (from a site called FutureMe, which basically sends emails to you in the future and acts as a sort of time capsule), and found just how much things have changed (with some pictures on the side too, because I'm not THAT heartless):

💙 I've become much happier with myself and my life, and while I'm not 100% happy all the time, I'm certainly doing much better than I was last year!

💙 All of the people I've met! A big shoutout to the JSE community, Connor Army, Markiplier community, and everyone else in between. You all played a part in my evolution as a human being and I truly feel that without you, I wouldn't have realized my full potential quite as soon, if at all!

💙 So many of y'all have come so far too! Don't forget, I wouldn't have even a fraction of a pedestal to stand on if it weren't for the support and funnies that I've seen in each of the communities on Tumblr, Amino, and other platforms.

💙 I'm still a sarcastic, nerdy dork of a human being, but now I'm a sarcastic, nerdy dork of a human who feels like almost nothing is impossible if you put in some dedication and work (gods, I think Seán may have influenced me more than I thought XD)

To be perfectly honest, I could ramble about this all day, but ya girl here needs to eat something and head off for some fun life stuffs on the day of the hap borth. But, long story short, I wanted to make an anniversary post about the tour (big thankies to everyone working it -- JP, Tucker, Brent, Justin, Vernon, Stella, Jack and Seán 💚 Love you dorks), and of course, to thank all the lovely community members that have shaped my life for the better. You may not know how much you've contributed, but let me tell you, it was enough for me to slowly but surely get out of a rut that I thought I could never crawl out of.

Thank you all, so damn much 💚

@dorkyfangirl7 @seraphimart @wolfie-kinz @isopli-arttic @dontbugmeimantisocial @gum-xx-drop @anticoffeebeans @jacksoopticboop @glixbitch @lum1natrix @lepa2793 @blue-owlz-medic @alsoluci-morningstar812 @bedifferentstrange @darkmagic-sweetheart @pap-is-loud @official-team-natt @ruebharb @deepeearts @kasper-the-ghost @jessiefrance

And while I'm not tagging them because let's be honest, y'all are probably flooded with mentions as it is rn, but a HUGE thank you to Mark, Seán, and every Internet figurehead who has managed to bring a smile to my face. To me, you're like the weird extended family I never knew I had until I started watching you all on the regular. I couldn't be more proud of your achievements and all of the good you've inspired. I don't know where I'd be (heck, idek how I even got HERE tbh) without having you guys to be my muses and my go-to sources for advice or funnies of all kinds. Thank you so much for being the gifts I received in my life long before I turned 19 today 💜

Love you all, have a wonderful day ya delightful dorkfaces!

[goldenagedfollies]

More heroine designs (Part 1 of 3)

Sorry but thanks for the waiting! College and work had been draining my energy levels so damn hard 😅 

Anyway, let’s get on with the first drama I’ve picked for heroine making: Grim Gai no Ouji-sama!

After looking at this fairy tale-like series by Rejet, candy, sweets, and a few other fall desserts is what had came to mind cause hey--autumn/halloween can't be complete without those~<3

So, without further ado, let's take a look at some sweets! 😋🍫🍭🍬

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Red Hood (Vol 1): Candy apple

Ah apples, they are definetly the nicest (and the healthiest) fruits that go great for after school snacks while using a candy coated layer for it is perfect for any Halloween parties! 🍎🍏

I couldn't find anything that displays the word "apple", so an alternative ive made is the red laced, strawberry basket that you can see being held in one of her hands, resembling the similar look compared to a basket full of apples.

Another thing that I did with her other highlights for her looks is that the leggings and the background around her is resembling the tale of "Alice in wonderland" too.

Update: I know the dress doesn't suit the candy apple theme, but I thought I'd let the little candies on my heroines skirt portray the sweets from the rest of my heroines in this collection anyway :3

Cinderella (Vol 2): Pumpkin pie

🎶 "There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy, when they pass around the coffee and the "Pumpkin" pie"🎶

Yeah--this treat was an obvious choice for Cinderella cause hello? There's a pumpkin carriage in his story x3

I decided to make my heroine look like a countryside girl that has a similar design like Cinderella himself (Ive been getting Sound of music vibes while doing her too xD)

And the hanging jack-o-lantern is the item I gave her cause not only its a pumpkin, its also got a classic "Halloween-ish" vibe rather than acting as Cinderella’s iconic pumpkin.

Hamelin (Vol 3): Lollipop

They say that you should never take any candy from strangers--especially guys who have big long capes and play woodwind pipes to attract mice out of the streets (lol)

This girl is a "nice" stranger though, but she is actually a doll!

I decided to make her doll appearance like a little girl who asks for anything she wants, so I found a frilled, lace kind of dress and a bonnet to pair with it.  (I could see her say something like "Can I have a lollipop please?" and she would instantly get her candy the very next minute cause she’s cute XD)

One thing that is missing to complete her though (which I'll be updating soon) is this piece of doll's skin:

Since the girl is an ill sister of Hamelin in his volume, I wanted to give her a doll version of how she would feel sick by adding a crumbling doll’s body to make her look like she is slowly breaking to bits and pieces.

Sleepy (Vol 4): Black Licorice

Reason why I think this twisty confection is a match is cause I can see it act similar to things Sleepy has in his theme from the series, such as some of the bushes with rose thorns he has in his pictures.

Since Sleepy is originated from "Briar Rose" (Sleeping Beauty), I thought that Licorice would be a good because the length of candy is very long. Kinda like the long vines of rose thorns that is seen from different versions of the fairy tale in general.

The ribbon laces on her shoes is what I could find for licorice-themed shoes because if you visualize carefully--the laces on her ankles represent twisted pieces of black licorice.

Hansel and Gretel (Vol 5 & 6): Chocolate

Chocolate is one of my favourite sweets in the entire world, and seeing Hansel and Gretel's tale makes me think about their heroine having it!

--MINI SPOILER AHEAD--

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For this heroine, she is the heroine to both Hansel and Gretel in their volumes.

The dress I used is one of the chocolate lolita-like dresses. This one (which is the same one for my muse, Myra) is nice cause its got a pattern of chocolate truffles and chocolate boxes on the hem of the skirt.

I tried finding something like a chocolate bar for a prop to pair up with her theme, but this box of pocky sticks is what I could find in my inventory (at least its related to chocolate lol)

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*Mental Oof* Ok thats done--better think of some names for them now while I do Corpse heart and Luciole.

 But, if any of you guys have some ideas of what names I should give them, then I don't mind hearing at all!

[ungrateful-cyborg-moved]

The Magician - have you followed through on your original vision for your character? Are they as they were when you first began? (For all characters, if possible!)

Putting it under a Read More because it’s quite long but if others are curious, I talk about elements I’ve never mentioned before about a few characters and I give more info about Aïcha (my new WoL) and Jajalao.

Skaar was meant to be my avatar in the game, not a rp character. Turns out that I’m incapable of creating a character without having headcanons for them and I ended up roleplaying him with my partner before we left the game (and came back with a few more friends two years later @lanoscean-griffins). It’s actually why I use Skaar as a nickname: he got it from me XD

So I can't really say I did or didn't follow through since he started existing more or less on his own and changed and evolved as I got further involved with the game myself. I think he's still relatively close to my first ideas for him though, just more nuanced and obviously with more character development.

I made Inge because doing the MSQ with Skaar is a challenge sometimes since a lot of the dialogue options are absolutely not something he'd say (there’s a serious lack of “fuck no”, for a start). From the beginning, I wanted her to stay close to what we know of the WoL so I could go through the story and stay IC all along. I didn't want to RP her at all in the beginning and when I started considering it, I hesitated for a while between keeping her as the WoL or making a RP version of her in which she'd just be another adventurer. That's what I ended up doing.

The bifurcation between them takes place at the beginning of ARR: her RP version never met Yda and Papalymo in the Shroud and somebody else ended up with the job. Everything I say about her as the WoL before that is true for RP!Inge too though... like, you know, the fact that she's not afraid to be forgotten because it has happened already.

Took me a while to get there though. For a long time, I couldn't figure out what she had done with her life and it's only when @inah-ffxiv created Qin'sae that I decided to embrace who she was meant to be and stopped nerfing her. She's a lot more interesting that way imo because she might not be the WoL but she was a WoL and it gives a lot more meaning to many of her choices since then.

I hope y'all enjoyed the spoiler because that's probably the last time I'll say it in public and there's no chance she'll ever mention it in RP x) But hey, forgotten heroes is a fun trope (and at this point I think I like her better that way than as the current WoL).

You’ll notice a trend but she was (and still isn’t) meant to be RPed. I made Aïcha initially because I can spend hours watching people dance and I wanted to take screenshots with dance poses but it fits none of my other characters. Aïcha was basically just supposed to be an aesthetic muse.

Then I started getting ideas for her, not truly without expecting it to be honest. I was surprised though when it became more and more obvious to me than I only saw her as the WoL, and I think the fact that I like Inge better in her RP version probably plays a role into that.

I don’t know if I’m going to RP her (probably not because I’m not interested in RPing as the WoL) but I have ideas for her that I’ll probably explore in screenshots and writing. As it stands though, she’s still new so there hasn’t been any change made to her: Aïcha had to do unsavory jobs for a while to pay back her father debts (no prostitution though), fixed the problem as the WoL does it best--people died--and fled Thavnair to avoid trouble only to find bigger troubles in Eorzea. At least those aren’t personal though (and her father is safe).

Also this time she isn’t working for criminals and that’s a nice change.

“You know what’s always cool? Mysterious knights who’s name and face are unknown. Those characters are always so charismatic. I think it’s the armor.”

That was the very first idea I had for him. The second one was a character concept I’ve had in mind for years and never could use in RP because too powerful. I realized after a while that it could actually fit in FFXIV without breaking the lore and decided that fuck it, he’s gonna be OP but I want to explore it.

TA is still close to what he was in the beginning: a man who sacrificed himself to save people and whose sacrifice is more and more likely to have been in vain if he doesn’t find a way to either die for good or get rid of his curse. Either he manages in RP or he’ll end up as a world boss x)

The most important part of his current backstory are actually events I roleplayed when I was still writing him on forum. He was initially created as an ex-Auror who had lost his job after uncovering corruption in the Ministry of Magic with his mentor (and also work partner). The mentor agreed to back down and managed to keep his job since he was close to retirement but Wolfe refused. Two years later, he had rebuild an old manor into an inn and was running it, determined to stay away from anything related to politic and adopting a neutral stance in a political context that didn’t exactly made that a good thing. That was my base because I wanted him to be able to end up being a good or a bad guy depending on where roleplaying as him would take me.

Then his cousin (who was played at the time) came back in his life after years of absence and Wolfe, being a family man, did his best to help him, except the cousin fucked up so much and so often that instead of drifting toward lawful evil, Wolfe started leaning more and more towards goodness again and got involved with the plot. He eventually started investigating on his cousin and the woman that was protecting him, and had the forum not close its doors before I could finish what I had started, both would have ended up in serious trouble. It was incredibly fun, incredibly immersive and I was so frustrated to not have been able to end that arc that the temptation to play Wolfe again remained for two years before I eventually recreated him in FFXIV.

I changed a few elements about his cousin but the key parts are the same, and Wolfe himself is pretty close to who he was when I had to stop playing him.

His FFXIV self has gone through a few changes over time, however: initially he was managing an inn like his original self and had just opened his office as a private investigator after people kept coming to him to solve their problems. Currently, he lost his job only a few months ago, never had the inn but he opened his office for the same reason. Also I created him as a midlander in the beginning and as you may have noticed, he’s currently a catboy. It’s been the case for a good while though.

A’idan was created as an adoptable on the same forum as Wolfe but I fell in love with the concept and decided to play him myself. He was meant for light rp but he ended up involved with the plot when he got wind of a spy in Hogwarts (in a thread) and decided to try to uncover their name with a few of his friends. That’s actually what made it so easy to adapt him on FFXIV, albeit as an older him, since he’s always had that adventuring strike.

The reason why I decided to play him again is fairly similar to Wolfe: I had gone far enough into his story arc that I was feeling frustrated to not having been able to reach a satisfactory conclusion. I didn’t keep much of what I had done with him though outside of character development that I used as a base to make him more mature and grown up. He’s still pretty naive, but his people skills have improved x)

As for his FFXIV self, there hasn’t been any big change since I made him and the ones I expect will come from RPing him, not from me changing things OOCly.

The main difference between how Astrid is now and how she was when I created her is that I know exactly what happened to her on the Isle of Vale, where she was after its destruction and why she came back. She has no idea and while people with aethersight could clue her in, so far nobody did. Outside of that, I wanted a non-fighter character to explore part of the lore with and that’s exactly what she is. No real changes for her, she’s still a shy historian trying to put her life back together after years of being declared dead.

Kazan’s inspired by one of my favorite characters ever, albeit he doesn’t have as much blood on his hands and their story ended up being quite different. Much like Astrid, he didn’t change that much since I’ve created him, and both of their stories are solid enough that I don’t think I’ll have to retcon anything later on.

He’s at a place pretty similar to where Wolfe was in the very beginning: with potential to become good or bad. The difference being that he naturally leans more towards bad and at least Wolfe had his principles to keep himself in check. Kazan doesn’t give a fuck, he just wants to be perceived and get his revenge.

If you go back far enough, Hanae and her mother were actually one and the same: a woman that Inge had loved and lost years ago. Then I thought that it was actually more interesting to keep the daughter rather than the mother and the rest of her story came to me pretty fast after that. She’s still an NPC though, albeit mostly because until recently I didn’t really know what to make of her as a RP character. I often talk about Hanae on my blog however because what happened to her mother really impacted Inge, Wolfe and his work partner are looking for someone who’s currently in her crew, and quite frankly I just find her interesting on her own.

Up until recently, she was working for people who had an interest in letting the civil war go ahead for a while in Garlemald so they could seize the country more easily once every opponent would be weakened. Her bosses have stopped contacting her lately though so she’s mostly on her own now and with everything that’s happening in the Empire, she’s more and more tempted to just embrace the sky pirate life.... which would start with finding out where everything she’s stolen for them is now hidden.

My last born! Jalalao exists because we were joking about cleaning crews in movies with @flood-of-shadow and @enchanted-conversations and I was like, you know, that’s actually a good idea. I don’t know enough about him to make him an official RP character yet but it’ll come and I intend to follow through on the initial idea: a lala with a crew that disposes of dead bodies and cleans up crime scenes.

And that’s it! And more than enough.

Thanks for the ask, @ceduli!

[countlessrealities]

⭐? (diiistcntlcnds)

Send a ⭐ and I'll tell you which muses I'd be interested in throwing at yours || Always accepting !

I've already listed a few possible dynamics here, so those are still very much valid possible choices! I'll add here some combos for the other three muses I mentioned at the end of that post!

JASON

Morty & Summer: I'm a bit of a sucker for the "protecting your friend from the bad ex" kind of scenario, ngl xD I think that both Smith siblings would be really hostile towards Jason, if Marsha ever told them about how their relationship used to be. If he ever showed up again, they would definitely make sure that he couldn't go anywhere near Marsha.

Evil Morty: I get the vibe that he and Jason could get along. Maybe it's their shared tendency for obsessing over things, I'm not sure. But it could be interesting!

VERONICA

Summer: She usually likes to get to know her friends' friends, so I could see Summer asking Marsha to introduce her to her best friend. I think that Summer could push both girls to come out of their shells a little, since she's definitely wilder and more outspoken than them.

Morty: I find the idea of Morty being the fourth wheel in an outing with the three girls hilarious xD

JEZABELLE

Blitzo & Millie: I'd be curious to write them with angel muses, especially unconventional ones like your OC! They could meet her during a hit or while they are on Earth for some other reason.

Other possible interactions can happen in your Modern verses, where your muses can easily meet all of mine (especially the teens, so Summer, Morty, Evil Morty, Félix, Adrien, Mabel).

Or we could do something with Marsha's Adopted version AU too!