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townofcadence · 7 months ago

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Artair with SOBBED

Glimpses of the Past SOBBED: a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down

The path to the surface is short.

He rushes, half blind through the dark. The walls are closer, the further he sprint-stumbles. He clutches his cargo tightly; two glass anchors, both damaged, though one in far greater disrepair. They beat sluggishly where he cradles them, and it only spurs him onward, until the solid rock is grazing both shoulders. He leaves streaks of black-like ink and deep dark red along the walls in his reckless speed. He doesn't dare slow, not even when the walls are almost crushing him, and he's clawing at the earth to dig. It hurts, he can only do this with the adrenaline. But just a little more. Just a little more. He's so tired but it's just one more push.

A rumble from below highlights the need for his haste. The frayed ribbons of his muscles flex and push. His teeth sink into his lip.

It's so painfully thin, a fissure where he can see the sky above. He sinks in between the cragged stones, forcing more away with a stained hand. Small stones bounce on the floor and larger ones thud. Dirt smears his face, blending with the viscous black clinging to it, painting his skin, and making a tacky paste. Artair's head pounded like it was trying to break it's own crack to the sky, but he didn't know if it was the injuries, the way this place was swelling and falling apart, or the spilling magic that was bleeding out of him.

He can't focus. He can't think-- he just pushes, scrapes, drags himself along those rocky steppes. He forces through inch by inch at the crawl of a snail, until he breaches the opening with his leg. He pushes-- his torso follows after a painful drag against wall, as does his arm, still curled at his side with the anchors. His leg follows, and he's free. He spills onto the mossy ground. He can't stop moving, can't afford to. He assembles himself, scoops the anchors, and sprints across the trembling green.

But Artair does look up; he's in tatters and unrepairable and it's the most beautiful sky he's ever seen.

The rumbles are turning to cracking earth. More fissures are opening behind him. He pours on the speed, running directionless, so long as it takes him away. Hexagonal pillars of basalt collapse, leaving deep pits back to the depths he'd escaped. The billowing smell of moss and decay mushrooms from below, and his stomach knots.

He keeps running. He staggers, sways, but his feet stay under him; they carry him further and further in hazy, panicked disarray. Every passing beat the damage he's suffered threatens to send him down to the ground, but he forces each agonizing step, forces himself just a little further. He needs to survive.

The word beats like a drum against his skull. Maybe that's his pulse. He pushes on, along the downward slope. Maybe he'll be fast enough, if he follows the inselberg to the base. He falls once, scraping the useless remains of his arm against the ground. He shifts into a roll, before pushing with the momentum back into tearing down the mountainside.

He hits pine-straw, and his footing is tenuous. he slips, between the needles on the ground and patches of damp mud. He feels numb enough that any mistep or drop is far away. Speckles and darkness halo his vision. Neither slows his pace, taking lashing branches to his arm and face, taking boiling breaths and the strain on his barely functioning body without stopping, careening as fast as humanly possible from that place.

His feet hurt-- his lungs hurt, everything hurts-- he's barely functioning now, but--- he has them. He has to push on, push on until it's safe- keep going, keep going keep going keep going-- The words fall to senseless noise as they run into each other, but he grips them like a lifeline. The woods get deeper, darker, and he knows he's losing himself even further, and turning the eye of anything that lurks. It's the wrong way, surely, to get somewhere safe. To get back to one of Lament's marked paths, or to his house out here.

But it's safer still than where the earth was swallowing the surface. He only slowed once the rumbles were a distant memory, no longer under his feet. And even still, he carried on while catching ragged breaths, just a little further to be sure. He trips again on numb feet, but this time he stays down, hitting his knees with shaking shoulders. He's lost, almost alone and he can barely hold that thought between his fingers. His skin is crawling, still burning, still itching all the way to his core. He fingernails ache to bite into flesh, to pull it off somehow so he doesn't have to feel it, or this contamination plastered to his skin.

His body curls forward, without his say-so. He wants to touch the remains of his left arm, to wipe at what he knows is more than ichor and muck and water, but he can't bare the thought of not having Lament and Error's anchors touching him. If he let them go they might disappear, or something else might happen. He has to protect them, he's already put them through all of this, he has to keep them safe he has to---

His shudders from all the sensations, and sinks lower still. His legs splay on either side of his thighs where he's seated, and he hugs those beating hearts to his own chest. The sound of grinding glass pulls him back, and his teary gaze runs over their surfaces.

Lament's is damaged, slightly, darker than it should be, but it still looks strong, and beats with regular rhythm. Error's--- it's damaged, it has been since he first laid eyes on it, but now it seems dulled further, listless with the barest, weakest beat at a much slower pace. A mournful keen escapes the hollowed core of his chest.

"A-Artair?" A hand touches his shoulder. It's heavy, shaking, he can feel the tremor in the palm where it places itself against his shoulder. He knows Lament without looking up. He doesn't have the energy to answer, failing him yet again. His eyes are on the anchors. They're damaged, damaged from chasing after him into the dark-- it was his fault. He'd almost lost them. He'd almost fucking murdered them again by being whatever the fuck was---was wrong with him.

He's.....

He curls again, into a kowtow, shaking where he can't stop himself, but rigidly stiff and unmoving where his joints are locked in place. "I--- I'm sorry--- I'm so sorry-- I'm sorry--"

"Hey." He's faintly aware of movement, of a knee entering the peripheries of his vision. He feels tugs to his hoodie, all he's got left to wear, trying to pull the rest of his body with it. He resists. Resists the comfort he shouldn't have. This is all his fucking fault-- he's sorry---

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault, Starlight." Lament's voice is meant to soothe and it's so soft and gentle it hurts all the more, like a searing brand against his beating heart. He hates it he hates it because he wants it. He wants to curl up in Lament's arms and pretend he doesn't exist, doesn't ruin everything he touches. But he does.

"I-it was-- It was--" He cowers like a chastised animal to Lament's gentle comfort. He shies away from the touch. "I-- it grabbed me-- I left the path-- my fault I'm sorry--you got hurt for me--- I feel it-- it hurts--- it hurts i know it does i'm so sorry." Hands were pulling him now, more insistent. He doesn't give in to the warmth; he stays wrapped around those anchors, all paralyzed limbs and sharp angles. The arms that wrap around him choke something free from his throat, and he crumbles into ruins under fingertips brushing through his damp, matted hair.

"We're okay, Starlight. It's okay now." A squeeze that nearly unmakes him. "Its not your fault. It's not."

"I--- it took me--- I went--- Error-- he's--" A sob threatens to break him further, to shatter him to pieces. His voice has to stop. It rises in his throat and he locks it there.

The energy too, the boundless depths of it he'd taken in, roiled inside him like a restless beast. An impulse takes him, and he brings the anchors to his face. A warm breath passes from him, exhaled slow over the glass with his lips just touching the surface. With it, comes a fraction of that power, first as a trickle and then as a flood, an electric current of vitality. He doesn't want it-- they both can have it, if it helps them, even a fraction.

More energy was donated to Error-- he pushed it into them, the only way he knew, pushing more and more and so much of the excess he'd been given--- he didn't want it. Didn't care. He needed his friends, needed them alright, and if it wrung him dry he'd accept it, welcome it even, if it meant they came out of this almost unscathed. He knows some of the cracks are his fault--- maybe this would be enough for them to mend them, to make up for something.

"Wha--" He could feel Lament's shock like a distant ripple behind his focus. It shifted to concern, but it didn't slow his gift. He offered it to them, tenderly. "Artair... you can....when...." There's a pause above him, and then a sigh. He can feel a pang like hunger, in his gut. "Artair. Don't... don't give too much."

He ignored him. He was--- he was doused in viscous black slime, in blood and tears and blood and ancient waters filled with equally old magics. He was in ruins, and there's ghostly impressions still skimming his skin, touching like hands that made him want to pull his hair from his head. He focuses harder, curled over the anchors and pushing everything he has at them, desperate.

Fix it fix it fix it fix it come back come back come back---

His nose bled, a line of gold. He just wanted them to be okay--- that's all that mattered. He watches Error's pink heart shimmer with gold threads in a pattern from where he'd pressed his lips. The fissures were dangerously wide in his anchor, but the slivers of light move and weave through the glass, forming sutures. The cracks themselves shimmer with the same light, and as the 'threads' pull taut, they narrow, glittering with kintsugi gold instead.

He can feel Error there now, beneath his lips, the presence of him, stronger now. It tastes like kitchen spices and tingles his tongue. The anchor itself gives a thump, a beat like a heart. Then another. They grow in pace, in strength. A flourish of pastel flames, and he's there now, laying against his lap, his hair a mess of spilling locks over his pants.

If there was a threat of tears before, they're a promise now. Artair feels the sob that leaves him vibrate his ribs and run down his spine. His fingers move, motioning midair as if to clutch to Error, and only stopping short. He curls his hand instead to his chest, bracing his knuckles against his mouth as if to stifle himself. From what he isn't sure. But Error is there. He's still there. He's so perfect too, so pristine and fresh from his anchor and-- looking so much better than when he'd retreated into it in the first place.

But his own fingers were still stained black with that corrupted substance.

Artair sways now, the loss of energy like an endless void in his chest, something cold and heavy. But it was worth it, and all he can manage is a smile through thickening tears. He's there, warm, right there, right at his knees, over his legs. He gives still, even now; his eyes cross and his head splits, but he pours it into both of them, everything he has. His eyes wont' stop running, gazing at Error, at Lament, at both of them.

It's all so much-- too much. Another sob wracks him. He wants to throw himself over them, covering them with his frail body as if that might protect them from the world. But he can't-- he's tainted, and--- he's the cause. The root of all problems, the epicenter of misfortune like the eye of a bullshit hurricane where everything seems so calm, but it's all a lie and it gets everyone killed.

His face screws up in pain, but he dips his head to hide it-- it'd be wrong, to make them carry that too, when they've already sacrificed so much. Instead his hand plants on the earth on the other side of Error's waist to where he sits, and he hovers over his unconscious form. He doesn't touch him, doesn't contaminate him, but stays there, still sobbing in silent tears with shaking shoulders. His hand feels like fire, swollen from injury and covered in dirt digging himself from the earth. His skin is ripped and he's bleeding, but all he can do is stare at the soft expression on Error's face. He doesn't know what he wants to do, what the point of this is. And still he does it, watching until his eyes are too blurry to do so.

He shifts and rubs at them and they burn, it all burns. His skin feels worse too, like something is seeping inside him from cuts and scrapes and dissolving what it finds until he's cold and numb. He weeps harder, and screams. It shatters the moment and scrapes his throat raw and does nothing at all. He screams at the world, at this moment, at everything, all of it. It cuts out near as swift as it ripped from his throat. He sits in the following silence, hurting, hurting inside and out and down to his core where it feels like the pieces of him are snapping apart. Instincts make him want to screw his eyes shut, and block it all out, but he can't take his eyes away from Error. The moment he does, he might disappear.

"T-take him-- take him-- I can't touch him Lament. You have to carry him." He speaks, finally, breaking the silence he'd rendered. "Have to get him--- somewhere. 'Snot safe here, can feel it. You-- you have to carry him. I can't-- I can't-- I'm sorry." He rocks, but it doesn't make him feel better. "Please--- please?"

The expression on Lament's face reeks of pity, and it shames him until his throat closes. "Okay... I will, Artair. I will." There's a crack in his voice that sends a new fissure through him, but he can't respond further. He can only wipe at his tears and smear more of this disgusting ichor on his face.

Lament gathers Error in his arms, and lifts him without trouble; his weight is nothing as a spirit. Artair nods his gratitude, before pushing Error's anchor into Error's lap where he's curled, forming a space to house it safely. He feels something dripping in his hoodie, but he ignores it, taking the time to fix it so they won't fall. Error's anchor floats instead, gliding to its place on the chain at his waist, tucked in his pocket. But even that small movement is a precious gift now.

"Th--thank you. Thank you, Lament." He presses a chaste kiss to Lament's anchor, and offers some of his remaining energy. He's got nothing but fumes left, but it makes him feel better. If Lament can use it to heal, to have the strength for the trip ahead, then he could use it better. He sniffles, clutching the beating heart close. He sways as he closes his eyes, staying pressed against the glass. "I'm..... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry......"

He saw a shiver run through Lament where he stood. "...Come on, Starlight. Let's get you cleaned up and looked after."

Lament's gaze was intense as he looked down at him. He felt a thousand miles beneath him. He knows he isn't angry, but he can't tell what he feels right now, and it's... unsettling. "I--- I'll follow you." He sniffles one last time, before nodding. Lament frowns as he says it.

"Will you be able to walk by yourself?" There's something, but he's too tired to parse the complexity of it.

"I.... I don't want you to touch me." He gestured to all of himself with an emphatic swing of his hand, at his soiled clothing and his inked skin, at his bloodstains and the dirt gritted against him. "I don't-- don't want anyone to. To touch me.--- and----...." His voice gives out, and he shrinks ever further, fingers placing Lament's anchor where he'd nestled Error's own with delicacy. "I.....I can walk... I-if we go slow, I'll be fine."

"Artair.....it's okay. To touch me. But i won't force you. I'll draw you a bath once we get back, if you want." The pity is back again. and he-- he can't. He can't, he can't touch Lament, he can't touch any of them, he'd hurt them he'd stain them he'd make this worse somehow, he couldn't, he had to do this alone--.

He doesn't answer, but when Lament moves, he follows. He holds himself with his arm, staring off with an unfocused gaze at Lament's feet, shuffling after him with almost robotic steps, and tears still streaking his face.

#answering things #ask meme answers #headcanon meme #Error #Error Rivera-Flores #Lament- Deceased #headcanon #error headcanon #cw blood #cw injury #my original writing #my original stuff #i rewrote a scene from an rp forever ago as a drabble and it was a lot of fun!#long post #last one is cute and fluffy i swear #drabble #Artair Kingston #Artair #Artair Headcanon

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aluckiicoin · 8 months ago

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tags? tags!

#out of cards ( ooc )#beneath the dazzle ( personal information )#gambler's conceit ( memes )#put on display ( face | pictures )#a scratch on the surface ( musings )#dealt a new hand ( starters )#fireworks burn down quickly; shine bright little spark ( Sparkle )#as rigid in your morals as your thoughts and element ( Gepard Landau )#two jokers in the deck; promises of a fun game ( Sampo Koski )#now; YOU ; seem unfamiliar ( original characters )#a catching tune; the sounds of hope ( Serval )#the man; the myth; the legend; a fear in form and function ( Jing Yuan )#my memories are yours to have; just give me an extra edge ( Black Swan )#Optimism; really; that softness is going to cost you ( Topaz )#trailblazer's unofficial dad ( Welt )#a dragon in human clothing; huh ; what a good pun ( Dan Heng - and IL-)#Such a good boy; a perfect dog for the family; aren't you? ( Gallagher)#a ticket to a fake heaven; smothered in indulgent dreams ( Sunday )#just a songbird with clipped wings; in a gilded cage ( Robin )#more than meets the eye aren't you? ( Acheron )#encased in amber light ( verse i; everything star rail )#Out of the trash emerges... fluffiness? ( Meowski )#never stop. 9 out of 10 gamblers quit right before they win big ( crack | joke | non-serious RP )#teaching a griffon to take flight again ( emergency plan )#a Landau never backs down from their word ( Ocelot Landau [emergency verse exclusive] )#the good reliable doctor ( Veritas Ratio )

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dark-lina · 2 years ago

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more memes... I'm desperate

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation ( version 2.0, improved and slightly extended )

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours!

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ tilt ] - for receiver to tilt sender’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with receiver

[ curl ] - for receiver to curl their fingers under sender's chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just... holding

[ cup ] - for receiver to cup sender’s face with their hand/s

[ caress ] - for receiver to caress sender’s cheek

[ place ] - for receiver to place their hand over sender’s hand where it’s placed on receiver’s cheek

[ boop ] - for receiver to boop sender on the nose

[ nose rub ] - for receiver to brush their nose against sender’s nose

[ nose ] - for receiver to kiss sender on the nose

[ palm ] - for receiver to kiss sender on the palm

[ back ] - for receiver to kiss sender on the back of a hand

[ knuckles ] - for receiver to kiss sender’s knuckles

[ shoulder ] - for receiver to place a kiss on sender's shoulder / shoulder blade

[ nape ] - for receiver to place a kiss on the nape of sender's neck

[ jaw ] - for receiver to place leisurely kisses along sender's jaw

[ cheek ] - for receiver to kiss sender on the cheek

[ lips ] - for receiver to kiss sender softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - for receiver to kiss sender on the forehead

[ lean ] - for receiver to lean in and press their forehead against sender’s forehead

[ pepper ] - for receiver to pepper sender’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - for receiver to kiss sender’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - for receiver to kiss away sender’s tears

[ wipe ] - for receiver to wipe away sender’s tears

[ gaze ] - for receiver to gaze into sender’s eyes

[ roll ] - for receiver to roll their eyes affectionately at sender

[ scalp ] - for receiver to massage sender’s head

[ pat ] - for receiver to pat sender’s head

[ brush ] - for receiver to brush the hair out of sender’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - for receiver to push the loose strand of sender’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ top ] - for receiver to kiss sender on the top of their head and then rest their cheek against it while holding sender close

[ chin ] - for receiver to settle their chin on the top of sender’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - for receiver to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses on the crown of sender’s hair

[ run ] - for receiver to run their fingers through sender’s hair

[ stroke ] - for receiver to stroke sender's hair / head

[ twirl ] - for receiver to twirl a strand of sender’s hair around their finger

[ hand ] - for receiver to place their hand on sender’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that receiver is there for them

[ wrap ] - for receiver to wrap their arm around sender’s shoulders

[ massage ] - for receiver to massage sender’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - for receiver to rub sender’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - for receiver to rub sender’s back

[ body ] - for receiver to give sender a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - for receiver to snuggle to sender’s side

[ waist ] - for receiver to wrap their arm around sender's waist

[ support ] - for receiver to support sender with an arm around their waist / shoulders and/or pull sender's arm across receiver's shoulders to better support their weight

[ catch ] - for receiver to catch sender as they stumble or collapse from exhaustion / sickness / injuries

[ lift ] - for receiver to lift sender up in their arms

[ shield ] - for receiver to shield sender from a threat, be it a person or a force of nature

[ tackle ] - for receiver to tackle sender, playfully or to shield from danger

[ come here ] - for receiver to gently pull sender towards them for a hug or a dance

[ behind ] - for receiver to hug sender from behind

[ rest ] - for receiver to hug sender from behind and rest their cheek against sender’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - for receiver to hold sender and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - for receiver to tuck sender against their chest, covering them with their jacket / coat fronts, in order to keep them warm / safe from rain

[ head ] - for receiver to rest their head on sender’s shoulder

[ sit ] - for receiver to settle down on sender's lap

[ lap ] - for receiver to place their head upon sender’s lap

[ guide ] - for receiver to guide sender to place their head upon receiver’s lap

[ hide ] - for receiver to guide sender to hide their face in receiver’s chest

[ heartbeat ] - for receiver to place their head upon sender’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat

[ listen ] - for receiver to guide sender to rest their head upon receiver's chest, right over their heart, so they can listen to its beat

[ help ] - for receiver to give sender a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - for receiver to touch the back of their hand to the back of sender’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - for receiver to run their thumb over sender’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - for receiver to hold sender’s hand and interlace their fingers

[ squeeze ] - for receiver to squeeze sender’s hand

[ fingers ] - for receiver to play with sender’s fingers absent-mindedly

[ shapes ] - for receiver to trace imaginary shapes on sender’s skin

[ cover ] - for receiver to cover sender with a blanket / jacket / coat as they’re lying down

[ drape ] - for receiver to drape a blanket / jacket / coat around sender’s shoulders

[ comb ] - for receive to brush sender’s hair

[ braid ] - for receiver to braid sender’s hair

[ nails ] - for receiver to tidy sender’s nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - for receiver to help sender put on their makeup

[ jewelry ] - for receiver to help sender put on a piece of jewelry

[ tie ] - for receiver to help sender do their tie

[ smooth ] - for receiver to straighten sender’s collar / lapel / brush a hand over sender’s clothes to smooth them out

[ zip ] - for receiver to help sender zip their dress / jacket / button their clothes

[ dress ] - for receiver to help sender put on an item of clothing

[ cook ] - for receiver to cook something for sender

[ feed ] - for receiver to feed sender

[ drink ] - for receiver to help sender drink

[ cocktail ] - for receiver to make a cocktail for sender

[ pour ] - for receiver to pour sender a drink

[ bath ] - for receiver to draw a warm bath for sender

[ water ] - for receiver to join sender in the bath

[ wash ] - for receiver to help sender with washing their hair / body

[ swim ] - for receiver to invite sender to swim with them

[ beckon ] - for receiver to beckon sender towards them

[ whisper ] - for receiver to whisper something in sender's ear

[ tickle ] - for receiver to tickle sender

[ cheer ] - for receiver to try to cheer sender up

[ faces ] - for receiver to make funny faces at sender

[ shove ] - for receiver to playfully shove sender

[ pull ] - for receiver to pull sender down to sit on receiver’s lap

[ bed ] - for receiver to push or pull sender back on the bed when they try to get up

[ cloth ] - for receiver to bath sender’s face / neck with a cloth soaked in cool water

[ patch ] - for receiver to patch up sender's wound/s

[ pain ] - for receiver to kiss sender where it hurts to soothe their pain

[ trace ] - for receiver to trace sender’s scar/s with the softest press of their fingertips

[ ask ] - for receiver to ask sender about their scar/s

[ scar ] - for receiver to kiss sender’s scar/s

#rp meme #fluffy meme

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hazbmymhotel · 1 month ago

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Gotta ask you about our mutual love: Husk for the meme uwu

My NOTP for them

Ahhh…unsure…I ship him…so hard…

My BROTP for them

Radiohusk: Husk x Alastor! I feel like they're Statler and Waldorf from the muppets

My OTP for them

TuxedoCats: Husk X Mordecai!!!! I love them together. They can be toxic af, they can be warm

My second choice pairing for them

Cardshark: Husk x Vox. I'm terribly hot for them 🥵 Big tv man and tiny kitty? What can I do?!

My fluffy pairing for them

Huskerdust: Husk x Angel. Very cute, soft, talk for hours

My angsty pairing for them

CasinoSweep: Husk x Niffty, stuck in a tortuous loop under Alastor. Also I headcanon sometimes that Husk had dementia and Niffty was brought in for his nurse.

My favorite poly ship for them

StickySpaceTuxedos: That's Rocky Rickaby, Mordecai Heller, Avocato and Husk ofc.

C a t s.

Oh! Or

CasinoCats: Husk x Vox x Mordecai x Freckle x sometimes Rocky

That one is from my longest running rp with Husk

My weirdest pairing for them

Harem!Husk

All of them, all of them, all of them

Can we ship it? Yes. Huskcest? Yes. Travis? Yes. Charlie and Vaggie throuple? Yes.

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shining-gem34 · 3 months ago

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SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Hm! I won't say it here, because I don't want to give the wrong impression. I will say I do have a few OTPs! My close friends/besties already know my bias!

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Excluding the big NO-NO (r*pe, non-con, underage sex, and etc.), I'm pretty open and willing to try a variety of things for shipping. It can go from fluffy/playful to angsty next. On that note, I am also open to exploring toxic ships/red flags as well. :3

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

As someone who RP's muses who are either in the three digits or immortals, I can safely say as long as they are both ADULTS who are consenting, all is good. I will say NO if our muses have a parent/child bond like Muse A has raised Muse B since they were a kid, or anything similar to that.

Are you selective when shipping?

In general, it's a yes.

Mostly because I don't get home until the evening and by then my energy is pretty low. It takes time for me to sit down and focus on tumblr replies. Too many things happening can feel overwhelming for me, especially if I think about making sure shipping with the same muses are different/varied. It hasn't happened yet as my activity levels here are random! But I am thinking it about now and rjrbrjrhrje Y e a h. That is why I made the shipping rule for new people who are following me the first time.

Otherwise, if we're already friends, chances are we already went feral about the characters/ship. I don't mind going straight into pre-established ship or RPing (plotting) how they got together. I'm not picky in that regard.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I don't think I have reached that point on this site. If I do, I would say the moment they start stripping while kissing and getting handsy with each other. Maybe there's touching the private parts. At that point, as I try to follow my own rules, I would probably move the full NSFW into DMs/IMs.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Uh. For reasons, I'll keep this short and sweet:

For everyone who saw read my ramblings in DM's or I drop something and leave like a rat, thank you so much for indulging me. <3 I had so much fun coming up with fluffy, silly, and angsty stuff for our muses together!

And it doesn't have to be just romantic too! It applies to platonic/familial muses too!

I do hope we can continue this and watch out muses get into shenanigans together. <3

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Preferably, yes! If you don't tell me, then I won't know!

How often do you like to ship?

I'm thinking hard on this, because both outside and inside here? Not alot honestly. I do think about shipping however it usually ends up being brief and passing entertainment. So I don't really have alot of ships I am committed to.

Are you multiship?

Yes! It's surprisingly refreshing thinking of each ship being it's own thing and not a bunch of connected events. <3 I definitely enjoy the dynamics of each ship too!

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I say ship more-or-less than ship-obsessed. I don't actively seek out people to ship. Also it's too much for me to handle checking too many things happening at once. So, I'm usually committed to a few ships and if something develops naturally, or I feel something is happening? Yeah, I'll ship. :3

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Me x Dan Feng

Finally, how does one ship with you?

I would say just be direct and ask if we can ship our muses together. I will say "yes" most of the time, especially if we have been plotting in the DMs and have a few IC already). If not, then yes I would like to discuss it first and get some IC interactions going. I always have a meme tag for a bunch of memes I've reblogged to break the ice, or starters if you prefer that!

Because, the more we talk about our muses dynamics and each other, I am more likely to fall in love and turn feral! I will be 100% on board shipping them! Like moreso if it's a character I am neutral about it's a BIG WIN because YOU made me love them!

Trust me it happened like....3-4? times now since I started this blog. I love it when people have so much love for their muses I just support them and fall in love too!

Tagged by: @memovia, @etherealguard, @grislyintentions Tagging: You!

#jadecoocoo (mun rambles)#cluster gems together (dash game/bingo)#||Whew #||Some questions had me stumbling a bit

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ferinehuntressmoved · 1 year ago

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :　Panda

PRONOUNS :　She / Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION :　Discord. While I can use tumblr dms, I most likely might miss them. Discord is the best form of communication for me.

NAME OF MUSE(S) :　Primary muses are Caitlyn Kiramman & Ahri. Secondary are Mel Medarda & Aloy. Tertiary are Elora & Vi. By Request is Nidalee & Janna

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) :　Holy shit, you want me to count that far back. You want me to tell you how old I really am!?! So, I started to roleplay when computers were pretty new to houses. YES! I was one of those kids that was graced by the first computers in houses! I think my first computer was a IMB one or something, but I started playing on a computer with internet back in 2000. My parents didn't have a lot of money so we couldn't get an earlier computer; this was a gift from a friend at church for me. It had Windows 98 I think or something. I don't know.

Anyway, got distracted, but when that came around, one of the first forums every I think that had roleplaying on the web was called Avidgamers. I played Pokemon as a self insert character. One liner diaster writer I was. So yeah, I've been roleplaying for about 23 years now, but in terms of writing, I have been writing stories since I was 9 years old, so that is about 26 years (I use to also write self insert stories in Sailor Moon or Pokemon or things like that XD). Anywho, I went on a tangent, anyone who reads this your amazing.

BEST EXPERIENCE :　Oh man, I'm not sure. There are so many things that could be my best. I use to own forums before, I had some amazing partners. I miss them dearly and I hope they are doing amazing things now. Honestly, I think its just the level of growth I've had over the years. From going to being a self-insert writer who could only write a line or two, to now trying to expand my writing and doing more. To be more quality then quantity, but also meeting partners who absolutely challenge me to write better and be better. I want to be good for people, but there are those partners that absolutely push me to try even harder and be even better.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS :　I'm not saying this is a pet peeve? but I typically stray away from one liners or massive purple prose writing that I don't understand what I'm reading. While I never deny anyone's choice of writing, these are the things I tend to stay away from because I personally cannot write them. I can't really say what my pet peeves are? I probably have some but I don't know of the top of my mind.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT :　I am, hands down, an absolute fiend for angst. I know it might be overwhelming for some people but I really find it carthatic for myself? and have a double enjoyment of angst that turns to fluff. I like to call it Angsty Fluff, or Fluffy Angst. The bonding of two people in difficult moments whether that is fighting to survive death or helping someone through a rough period. Two people, bonding and encouraging each other is something I really enjoy to write. I also don't mind writing smut, I actually enjoy it but I do tend to write smut with people who I heavily plot with often.

PLOTS OR MEMES :　Plots. While I post memes a lot, I do try to create a plot line to those memes too. I need some kidn of foundation. I am not looking for a written out script we have to follow to a T, that's not what I mean. What I am looking for is just like this idea to build around, maybe even talking about our muses connections and waht they are dealing with at the time. That kind of foundation and design really helps me feel more connected to our msues and the writing. I love memes, but I tend to only continue memes with people I plot with a lot.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES :　I love long threads. like you don't have to apologize for anything because I thrive on really long replies. I have had replies go up to 1.5k words, which absolutely thrills me. The shortest replies I can do is maybe 2 paragraphs. Any shorter then that, and I tend to loose interest and have to drop it.

BEST TIME TO WRITE :　Honestly, no idea. I am far more productive at night my time (CST). I tend to stay up til 2 or 3am.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) :　Caitlyn is very much my muse, so much so we relate on many different levels. I understand her deeply and I'm very connected to her. As for my other muses, yes and now. But caitlyn, hands down, is almost like a part of me that I get to write fully.

➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 [ : ] @knifvd - Thank you dear ♡ ➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ : ] @shimmerbeasts, @hexcoremagician, @goldenfists, @futureforged, @goldusk, @gauntlets-shot, @blackrosesmatron, @angelicxlly, @dynaisms, @decidentia, @demacianhcart, @jynxd, @piltover-sharpshooter, @powdied, @ofspvrta, @undercity-prodigy, @torntruth, @tricoloredillusion, @realmyths, @weavertali, and anyone else who wants to.

#[ panda speaks ] — personal games.

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ghostmemesource · 9 months ago

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me a 👀 for my muse’s reaction to your muse checking them out.

Alternatively, add 'reverse' for my muse to check out your muse.

#rp meme #rp memes #symbol rp meme #symbol rp memes #fluffy rp meme #fluff rp memes #fluffy rp memes #fluff rp meme #flirting rp meme #flirty rp meme #flirt rp meme #shippy rp memes #shippy rp meme #ship rp meme

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nomsfaultau · 4 months ago

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Daily ask №23

Story summaries edition!

1. Do any of your family or irl friends or colleagues actually know about your fics? About the plot? How did you explain it to them?

2. When anybody asks you about what Fault is, how do you tend to summarise it?

3. If the characters were asked what they think a story about their life would be like, would they give an accurate response? It's like that meme where one character thinks they're in a comedy while another thinks they're in a psychological horror. Just for the funsies please include the foundation guys as well.

4. What genre would you consider Fault to be?

5. If the fault crew had to write a story about themselves, how well would they do it? Not a story about their life necessarily, just with them as the main character.

Ah literal meta let’s go

1.The answer to this question entails a lot of personal growth on my own end as someone who tends to feel pointless shame about the things I like and tend to keep it private. It was months into writing Fault before I talked about it to my partner in crime, very much in a word vomit soup for hours and hours once I actually opened my mouth. I talk about it all the time with him, though he won’t reading because reading is for nerds lmao. He knows everything but the timeline is squiggly to him. Fault is also 100% his Fault since he’s the one that introduced me to Technoblade and SCPs. Then a few years later I met a buddy who I thought I’d only know for two weeks and so felt more open to ramble about it with them, though completely using codenames for all the characters. Alas she somehow has the determination to maintain a long distance relationship with me despite the fact I’m abysmal with it. So like the discord rp screen shots? I had to edit their names back in from ‘Dadgon’ and ‘bee kid’ and ‘Mr. Fluffy’. She fully knows by now but other people in the server don’t. Still, her being so open about adoring the things she likes gave me the confidence to be less private about my artistic endeavors.

So now my parents have the ao3 link. I don’t think they were necessarily surprised I was writing given my self published novella, or fic specifically since my mom asked about it once like a year before I started Fault. Dad will proudly explain plot points at family reunions and fully uses she/her pronouns for Tubbo in a move still baffling Foundation researchers to this day. Mom and I discuss the philosophy of characters sometimes. Much beyond that is risky to my financial support due to the queer elements. It’s a somewhat surreal experience in some senses, such as meeting my dad’s roommate for the first time and learning he’s read a few chapter of Fault, or a very confused but enthusiastic uncle trying to explain to me how I could start monetizing it ? They have absolutely no context for any characters, but my sbi-brain rot roommate definitely does and tries to shake me by the shoulders to allow a modicum of fluff. And then like a year and a half ago I made a Tumblr and started talking about it in a more anonymous way that’s made me more comfortable with sharing my thoughts.

My Dad actually follows this blog. Hi Dad.

2.I doooooon’t. Like God where would I start. I suppose if I’m being reductionist I call it a 12 year old’s evil government torturing the cool lab experiment OCs standard plot. Sometimes I refer to it as smacking moral philosophies together like action toys. The action/plot isn’t necessarily the point, since Fault is mostly focused on the internal journey of the characters. An exploration of guilt and trauma, in its simplest terms.

3.The Blade fully thinks they’re in a shonen anime where they can solve stuff with the power of friendship. The Blood God is basically Naruto’s nine tailed fox thing probably if you think about it trust. Philza is in a hurt/comfort and everything that happened in the Foundation is backstory and now they’re onto the healing and recovering and found family part. Tubbo thought they were in a jailbreak leading to an overthrow the dystopia plot line but that’s gone wonky. Upon getting powers Tommy decided (rather forcefully) that he was in a superhero film, and now thinks he’s in hell. Wilbur lives each day like he’s in a slasher with Jason getting ever closer if he doesn’t book it.

Dr. Blake thinks she’s in a horror story and will do anything to be the final girl. This is barely exaggerating. Webb is in a…political plot line..? Faustian plot? Where he has to protect the world via careful contracts and conversations to control the devil. Rosalind thought she was stopping a dystopia before her ‘are we the baddies?’ moment and transitioned into I have no mouth and I must scream OR the candyman according to my comment section. Jasmine’s in a fairytale where she got turned into a fairy. Rhodes was in a domestic slice of life until he got shoved into a dystopia. Lawrence is in a dnd backstory where he joins the guild that fights of goblins or whatever it is ransacking the town. Except whuh woe the goblins have Feelings.

Also the comedy/psychological horror divide is Charlie and Maureen.

4. Grimdark urban-fantasy drama with some action/adventure and horror elements.

5.Tommy makes himself the most OP bestest coolest hottest funniest Mary sue ever. Heavy escapist elements. This is just what Tommy would naturally do if asked to write a book even without the requirement in the ask. Tubbo would be a lot more subtle about it, but MC Tubbo would Always Be Right and everyone Listens to them. MC Tubbo is the leader of the friend group and the books are very slice of life chill stuff. MC Wilbur is similar on the leader portion, but on a much larger scale, barely controlling a turbulent empire. Its portrayal of a fantasy society is seen as alienating, threatening, and very creative, almost absurdist satire. Castle intrigue plot filled with lots of scheming, though most characters are kinda cartoonishly evil. The Blade is proud to present Normal Human Theodore Blade (or The Blade for short) who is just One Of the Guys and can fit inside houses. It’s an adventure comedy and the voices are used exclusively for dark humor but are never a real problem, and The Blood God doesn’t exist. Philza’s would be the most abstract. He’s less the main character and more the narrator, in the way classic books have to have a real character they can use to know about events and serve as an omniscient narrator without necessarily being the lead role. MC Philza is some type of historian or archeologist as a framing device, and the reader only gets to know him via narrator bias, snippets of comments, and footnotes. His book is a hectic collection of short stories spanning tens of thousands of years, each with little connection to the other. It’s praised for the realism, not the plot.

#fault au #sbi scp au #Wlwdwtys ask #Ask #something to nom on

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