#i just personally vibe more with my non-romantic muses

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✧ ROMANTIC GESTURES BOLD what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / it depends.

Holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them leaning into them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

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[gittetj]

You've mentioned that you hc Reigen as ace, can you elaborate?

I agree w/ that but can't sort my thoughts out well enough to make a coherent analysis ;w;

Yeah, that's the vibe he gives me. No concrete "evidence" and I don't care all that much about the sexual orientations of fictional characters, but I guess for me, the headcanon comes down to three things:

1) Reigen is super disinterested in other people being attracted to each other. I feel like there are several small examples of this, but first one that comes to mind is that case with the esper who can astral project and uses it to stalk his neighbor. When they discover this, Reigen has such a non-reaction. I've seen a lot of people bring up these panels

which, yeah, but when they find the culprit, Reigen also doesn't express much of an opinion. It's just "it's a stalker, stalking is bad and illegal, this is a job for the police." No more introspection from him, he immediately moves on, it doesn't interest him. Mob is the one doing all the reacting.

2) Reigen never resorts to flirting despite how he's known for bullshitting his way through anything else to complete a job. Like, no matter how horny Studio Bones is for the guy, they can't change this. He could deliberately capitalize on the fact that a considerable amount of his income comes from massaging middle-aged ladies who find him attractive, but he doesn't. It's accidental. It does not even seem like something Reigen thinks about.

3) Reigen's a self-conscious person, yet doesn't act like it bothers him that he's seemingly never been in a relationship before. He explicitly has a crisis over being lonely in the confession arc, but it's about friends and connections and doing something meaningful with his life. Romantic relationships don't factor into it, even though it easily could, considering it has great thematic relevance for Mob who spends the entire story being in love. Not that you can't fall in love with someone if you're ace, this goes a little bit into aro territory I guess, but either way.. it just gives me that vibe. The indifference. I mean, even in chapter 99 when Mob point-blank asks Reigen for advice about Tsubomi, Reigen first asks Serizawa, then looks it up on his phone, exactly like he would with any other topic he doesn't know jack shit about.

Also, at the end of the scene, he muses about what's important in a relationship, and his conclusions just.. don't sound like he's talking about romance? To me?

I don't know, that entire scene gives me flashbacks to being younger and not yet knowing what asexuality (or aromanticism) is and having to navigate conversations like that without giving away that you fundamentally can't relate to this thing everyone else is so preoccupied with.

Them's my takes, I don't have much else to say about it.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Okay, uh... Since you were asking for questions... Hot take, but:

In Moriarty the Patriot, what do you think would have happened with Albert if he never met William? Like, if William and Louis had simply gone to a different orphanage or something, how do you think things would have turned out with the Moriarty family? There's obviously no real "answer," I'm just curious what your take would be.

(MTP-typical dark musings ahead) Do you believe he would eventually murder his family on his own? Would he be caught?

Or would he finally reach his own limits and see through his own suicide? Or neither?

(Content warning: references to suicide, murder, assorted dark topics.)

As you said, there is no real answer to this, but my immediate gut response is that it would have ended in murder-suicide.

THEN AGAIN, to play with the idea less from a canon base and more from a "fanfic AU I'll never have the motivation to write" kind of perspective, what if:

*rubs hands together*

It leads to attempted murder-suicide, with Albert's family killed but him not quite succeeding in killing himself. By some fluke in his methods, it's not immediately obvious he was the perpetrator, another accidental perfect crime, like Sherlock's in canon.

As he recuperates Albert takes this as some sort of sign that he is fated to continue this work, killing the wicked nobility.

Meanwhile, Liam and Louis are still adopted by the Rockwells as a charitable gesture and enter high society that way. The Rockwells are...pleasant and non-abusive, though not particularly affectionate.

With his burgeoning vigilante tendencies already in place but with the personal edge of his first crimes in canon removed, Liam becomes a Lord of Crime who is juuuust a beat off from what we know. A little more resolute, a little less guilty. A tiny bit more comfortable in his cult-leader-y position.

Albert becomes obsessed with the Lord of Crime and tailors his own crimes as sacrifices of a sort, desperate for the approval of this mysterious figure.

Eventually though, Albert himself is added to the Lord of Crime's List.

What happens next?! Tune in next week...! 😅 There's definitely a lot of angst, a lot of Hannibal-inspired corpse art, some weird pseudo-romantic vibes between Liam and Albert, still inevitable endgame Sherliam, and also I think Albert probably has to die at the end RIP.

[divinelght]

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[justatouchjaded]

Send 👌 if you would like to explore a PLATONIC relationship between our muses!Send 😎 if you would like to explore a FAMILIAL relationship between our muses!Send ❤️ if you would like to explore a ROMANTIC relationship between our muses!Send 💋 if you would like to explore a SEXUAL relationship between our muses!Send 💥 if you would like to explore a ANTAGONISTIC relationship between our muses!

I just wanna write w u more 😳

Sdflkdshgdsf I’m flattered <3 <3 I’d really like to write more with you, too! :D

…And I’m looking forward to having the free time & energy to do so fffff

Took the opportunity to brainstorm a bit! And share extra info that hopefully might help spark ideas on your own end. ^_^

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General Thoughts

Platonic

Somewhat my default, or at least by far and away what I have the most experience with. Too broad to really have much useful to say here. :’D

Though I do feel it’s worth calling out: Diamond is all for queerplatonic relationships, platonic life partnerships, etc.

Even short of those dynamics, his friendships tend to be queer in undefined ways! He just. Has very little truck with relationship norms in general sldkfhsdg.

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Familial

ALRIGHT SO. Diamond will unofficially adopt people left and right, whether it’s a good idea or not. Send him someone under 30 who could use his support and we’re in business sdlfdshgdkf.

He is also an Actual Foster Parent or adoptive parent semi-regularly, so if you have a muse in the system where you want to go that route, that’s entirely plausible! Or like, AUs where it might happen for political or magic reasons, that could potentially be interesting.

On the other end of things, I have also definitely been interested in trying more threads with Diamond as a child of late. Just… massive potential for several different strange dynamics that I think could be v. fun! (Maybe he’s the one getting adopted?)

ALSO. Definitely open for potentially plotting blood relations as well? Like, either inserting one of his incarnations somewhere in any of your muses’ family trees — uncle? cousin? nephew? — or some kind of stronger AU. (I have not fleshed out his Martian family at all. So. First life is a possibility! Or full AUs where Diamond is more mundane and not immortal, hah.)

(I also think he’d be simultaneously a Pain In The Ass while also v. supportive in sibling dynamics…)

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Romantic and/or Sexual

Diamond will have casual flings with physical age peers! But for actual more deeply involved partnerships, he definitely tends to gravitate to older folk. (Whether that’s just normal meaning of older, or fellow immortals.)

Which isn’t to say that he never gets more involved with young adults; if he were going to be too paranoid about shit he’d almost never date at all, and he figures that at some point he just has to trust his own intentions & the other person’s judgement. (Or remove himself from the situation when he doesn’t.)

But it is definitely less likely. You kind of have to manage to dodge the caretaking impulses first for it to even come up, hah.

Threads in his first life and AUs without the whole reincarnation thing are also definitely a possibility. 👀

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Antagonistic

In theory I am interested. In practice this does not come naturally to me and I suspect I’d need to follow your lead to get very far. 😂

Diamond can be snippy, bossy, arrogant, and even a bit petty at times, so there is fodder! Off the top of my head I feel like Professional Rivalry or Practical Conflict might be most promising? Some practical reason for our muses to be at odds.

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Muse-Specific Notions

Sofi: Seriously based on the bingo card you sent I do think they could have such fun interactions. :D Good potential queerplatonic vibes I think? (…assuming they managed to dodge Diamond irretrievably pissing Sofi off via his ingrained Authority Figure vibes, or Diamond giving up on Sofi in exasperation. 😂 Though honestly those routes could be interesting too…)

Amanita: Strikes me as potentially viable for either non-platonic shipping or antagonism depending on circumstances sdlfkdshg. (Or. Both at the same time?? Both is good. Again, depending on circumstances. xD)

Xander: So. Diamond likes rock music. 👀 And while he kind of hates the hustle of the life of being a professional musician (outside of occasionally going into music teaching), he absolutely likes to support them when he can…

Cyrus: My brain says supportive queer disabled mentor has potential? I feel like Cyrus could use someone in his life who thoroughly understands the Shittiness of Circumstances while also being able to say with full confidence and personal experience that it can get better. <3

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Those are just the ones that come to mind for now! I definitely don’t know much about all your muses yet, and if you have any further notions I’d love to hear them. :D

[myhiraeth]

🤗Are they physically affectionate? 

🎶Do they have a type?

"My Muse in a Relationship" meme - accepting!

Are they physically affectionate? 

Louis Warren - 120% Lou’s ALL about the physical affection, for friends and lovers both. Lou is constantly touching people around him- hand holding, hair playing, hugging, wrestling, kissing (platonically and non), play fighting, actually fighting, lifting, nudging, laying on- literally if he can touch you, he will be touching you. He’s not that great with words and one could arguably say Louis’ mother tongue is the language of touch. 

**Important to note- if your muse does not like being touched, as soon as they convey that to Louis he’s hands-off. He speaks through touch, but he is exceedingly (and perhaps surprisingly) respectful of other people’s boundaries. 

Fox - Very much so. Fox isn’t as lusty as Louis, but she’s just as touch hungry. Where for Louis it’s a thoughtless need, for Fox its very thoughtful, and very much a need. Fox gets her reassurance through touch, she connects to people through touch, and she interprets touch as love (both platonic and romantic). Something as simple as the touch of a hand or fingers ruffling her hair speaks volumes to her, especially as she tends to surround herself with people who’s affection she has to earn. 

John Mbege -  Mbege falls in the “average” range of touchiness. When he’s in a relationship with someone, you can expect the usual touchiness- leaning against, sitting with, laying with, kissing, arms around your shoulders, etc. Generally he tries to keep his hands free so he can sign, write, or text, but other than that he’s averagely touchy. He is physically fighty, much like Louis and Murphy, but that to Mbege is a category separate from physical affection, where for Louis the line is blurry. 

🎶Do they have a type?  

Louis Warren - Honestly? No lol Louis will sleep with anyone, anywhere, any time. Now, on the scale of “types” there are types that he vibes with better/longer/etc but he wants to be very clear: type or not, he has love to give everyone. If you’re a fighter, you’ll usually have an easier time getting him to stick around longer. Girls who can kick his ass and boys who speak his same language of physicality - those are his people, and those are who he vibes with hardest. 

He does have a dealbreaker type - he’s not into “Mean Girl” or “Macho Asshole” types. If you get pleasure out of belittling, demeaning, or bullying others, Lou is more likely to hit you than hit on you. 

He would also like it known that he doesn’t cheat. Not on, not with, not as the Other Woman. If you’re with someone and you want to have a go with Lou, give him a call when you’re single. If he’s with someone and you want a go, you’d better be content waiting until he’s single again and be content with heavy flirtation without line crossing. 

Fox - Delinquents haha Fox likes the rough-around-the-edges types. While not a “hard edged” delinquent herself, she doesn’t consider herself a good person, and she prefers to be around others that aren’t likely to judge her for her choices and her actions. But she realllllllly has a thing for the Bad-Boy-With-A-Good-Heart. She likes a person who doesn’t give trust or concern easily, who makes her earn it, but earning it is like unlocking a secret club that only a few people have access to. 

John Mbege - Not particularly. Mbege’s more about the chemistry and a challenge. Two notable ships- Octavia Blake and Nancy Wheeler- aren’t really alike (I think?) “type” wise, but he’s enamored with both because they both challenge him. He likes a girl that makes him chase her. I think that lends itself to the fanon ship between him and Murphy, which I could see happening, because Murphy too challenges him, but comes with the bonus of lifelong loyalty. 

[unhlnged]

Rafe Cameron, Outer Banks

single-muse rp sideblog, main blog is @ahistoryofviolence , my multi-muse is @byronlc

indie rp, canon compliant + canon divergent portrayal, OCs welcome, crossover friendly, minors dni (21+)

penned by am, millennial, CET

open starters & memes

rules & muse info under the cut

Rules

again, this is essential: minors do not interact with this blog, please be at least 21+ (25+ preferred)

this blog and the main blog contain mature themes: violence, smut, mentions of substance abuse, volatile behavior, some severe mental issues and undiagnosed personality disorder. muse is extremely short-tempered.

multi-shipping. I love shipping if our muses vibe. warning: any romantic relationship will be somewhat toxic with this muse. friendships are very hard due to muse's character, but hateships are possible (and very welcome).

smut: I write smut, but don't expect you to. we can fade to black in our threads. smut posts will be tagged as usft, either have the community label for mature content or will be under the cut.

format: please use whatever formatting you like. I prefer small text and gifs for my posts. and generally trim replies.

only tumblr based rp: I use the mobile app, so it’s beta editor for me. no discord.

I write in threads, but prefer switching to DMs for darker themes, explicit smut, or just to keep things private.

open starters: unless stated otherwise, generally open to mutuals and non-mutuals. no matter if we have never interacted before or already have 12 threads going, you're very welcome to reply to them.

same for memes: I'll love you forever if you send me some.

activity: varies. I’m generally more active on the weekends.

my personal rule for mun interaction: be respectful and communicate. please let me know if anything bothers you, so we can work it out. despite my muse being a quick-tempered jerk, I'm a very chill person.

Basic facts about muse:

Name: Rafe Cameron

Faceclaim: Drew Starkey

Age*: 19-26

Gender: cis male

Sexuality*: straight; struggling/unsure (tw: internalized homophobia)

Appearance: 6’2”, well-built, blue eyes, dirty blond hair

Financial status: extremely wealthy

Occupation*: college dropout; working at his father’s business Cameron Development; CEO of Cameron Development

Source of income*: occasionally drug dealing; family fortune; gold from melting down the Cross of Santo Domingo; crime empire (fraud, extortion, trafficking drugs, weapons, rare goods)

Family (+ their relationship): two younger sisters (Sarah: complicated, hate; Wheezie: caring), deceased* father (extremely toxic), deceased* mother (traumatic), stepmother (hate, but pragmatic)

Personality: violent, unstable, troubled, impulsive, obsessive, over-protective, arrogant, former* cocaine addict, undiagnosed personality disorder (schizophrenic, psychotic tendencies), rude, but also charming

*depending on verse

More on character traits, more on childhood and mental health, more on trauma and in-depth character analysis

I currently prefer writing Rafe in his early 20s with his father still being alive

[wearejericho]

10 Headcanons: North (deviant) inspired from this post!

1. Does your muse feel worthy of romantic love?

Yes — now, more than ever. It’s taken some time. Before her deviancy she barely recognized it as an option. But after coming to Jericho and seeing genuine love and affection, not just lust, she realizes it’s something that she wants, and she believes she’s worthy of it. She’s come so far. 

2. How does your muse cope with sadness?

Not super well. She allows herself to feel her feelings, but she does so alone. In time, her friends and lover will help her come out of her shell, but she struggles with opening up, just as several other androids do. They were not created to have emotions, let alone express them. 

3. Does your muse spoil a lover? Do they like to be spoiled themselves?

She doesn’t feel strongly about this. The genuine connection is far more important to her. She doesn’t go out of her way to spoil her lover, and doesn’t expect any different. If she were to be spoiled, she wouldn’t say no, but it’s not really something she actively desires. 

4. Does your muse believe in intelligent extraterrestrial life?

She doesn’t think about it a lot, but I would say yes. 

5. Does your muse celebrate holidays? Why or why not?

Halloween is her favorite. She “celebrates” commercial Christmas, but it isn’t as much of a vibe. She pretends to hate Valentine’s day, but she secretly likes the romance. She doesn’t celebrate the 4th of July or Thanksgiving.

6. Would your muse say they are intelligent? How does your muse feel about intellectual types?

North believes, at the very least, that she is wise. Textbook intelligence is personally not very important to her (for herself or others) as long as wise decisions are made. 

7. How does your muse see authority? Is it something to be respected at all times, or is it okay to call out injustice hiding behind the letter of the law? Are they a rule-follower or an iconoclast?

North believes strongly in equality and will call out anybody’s bullshit, regardless of social status or position. She believes that authoritative figures often let power go to their head. She typically does what she can not to get into legal trouble, but she is very much a non-conformist. 

8. Is your muse technologically savvy?

Not initially. She is very understanding of androids and their biocomponents and how they work, and can work basic technology such as cell phones, but she is not able to really code or fix most electronics. 

9. What is your muse’s sexuality?

North is pansexual. She enjoys sexual relationships between any sex or gender identity. 

10. Is my muse flippant?

I wouldn’t call her extremely disrespectful, but yes. She is pretty flippant. 

[curatoroffiction]

Masterlist/Rules

You can find all of my big stories at: 1) My AO3 2) My Wattpad

Everything else on this blog is drabbles and one-offs and random inspiration stories or fandom reblogs.

Fandoms I write for:

- Twisted Wonderland - Obey Me! Shall We Date? - Ikemen: Villains - I also write blurbs and musings not specific to fandoms, so even if you don't see a fandom you like here, you might enjoy something in that section.

Rules:

This section will probably get bigger as I understand the rules and parameters that I need to set. I’m new to hosting a blog for writing, so check back before sending in any requests! 1) Be respectful and kind. This is a feel-good space where I’m just sharing my writing because I wanted to participate in fandom stuff. While I might take on requests, first and foremost this is a space where I’m sharing my work with you. It is a gift from me to you. So please don’t expect me to cater to you. 2) This is a zero pressure content blog!  This means that you don't need to engage with my content to enjoy it! You don't need to feel guilty about not reblogging! You absolutely can just vibe. I don't care if you spam my notifications with likes, because I'm just glad ya'll are enjoying my work. This also means that I'm not looking for criticism on my writing, so please understand that I probably just won't respond or give any attention to criticisms sent in. It's zero-pressure in both directions. You have zero pressure to engage, and I have zero pressure to curate my content to your interests. 3) This is a non-sexual writing account. So please understand that any sexual scenarios that get sent in will be ignored.

Tags:

This section has all of the tags I use so you can block or keep an eye out at your interest. 1) #CuratorReblogs - This is the tag I use to reblog my own content. 2) #CuratorReblogsFromOthers - This is the tag I use to reblog other people's content. 3) #CuratorPersonalEndeavors - This is the tag I use to reblog content that is completely non-fandom related. Like art I make that's not fandom related. 2) #CuratorArt - This is the tag I use to tag my art, because now I guess I make art, lmfaooo

Requests:

Requests are currently open. You can see more details about that here. A quick reminder about them though; I won't get to every request, since I can't promise I'll be able to have any creative thoughts on the concepts ya'll send in, but I'm excited to share if I do! Sending in requests will be more of a roulette of “Will this spark their muse?” than a formal “Hey, can you write this?” lmfao.

Masterlist:

Key: ✨ = Friendship/Non-Romantic Relationships (This means that the work's focus is not explicitly romantic in nature.) 💕 = Romantic (This specifically means that there is an explicitly stated/established romantic relationship between the characters) 😈 = Angst (This means it's definitely not feel-good and may end on a sad/scary/bittersweet note) 💟 = Romance Adjacent (This means that it's a little too flirty to be "Just Friends" but there's no established relationships) 🚫 = Extremely Dark (This will be content which will feature A LOT of content warnings and trauma triggers, so please PLEASE be careful when reading this content from me. Always check my content warnings thoroughly at the beginnings of the chapters.)

Twisted Wonderland: - Perplexing Potions Ch. 1 (Ch. 2) (Ch. 3)  (Ch. 4)  ✨ - Mugs The Ramshackle Prefect Definitely Owns - A Pain In The- - Vil Meets A Writer ✨ - What You've Hidden Part 1   Part 2 ✨ - Art Therapy Part 1   Part 2 ✨ - Sleep Troubles Part 1   Part 2 ✨ - Azul Touch-Starved Fluff Part 1   Part 2 💟

Twisted Wonderland With Original Characters: - Ramshackle's New Student Ch. 1 ✨

Obey Me!: - Resolutions In Broken Memories😈 - Mugs The Exchange Student Definitely Owns - Seductive Speechcraft Midterms - Ch.2 (Satan's Seduction) - Ch.3 (Mammon's Magnetism) - Ch.4 Belphegor's Beguilement 💟 - Belphegor The Human Expert (Drabble) - MC Is A "God"(Fun little mini-fic based off another person's post) - Mammon Tends To AFAB MC During Period💟 (Requested Fic, Ungendered MC) - MC Is A Chaos Gremlin Part 1 Part 2 ✨ - Beauty Standards ✨ - Overprotective Part 1 Part 2 😈 ✨ - Lucifer NB Angst Drabble 😈 💟 💕 Obey Me!/Twisted Wonderland Crossover: - Deja Vu Ch.1 ✨ - Deja Vu Alternate Reality Overblot Scene Part 1 Part 2 Ikemen Villains: - Trick of the Eye [Harrison Fic] 💟 - The Curse of Alice Chapter 1 [Future Reader AU] Part 2 💟 😈 🚫 Non-fandom Specific Musings: - Strong/Short MCs - MC's "Never Saw It Coming" Sleeptalk - Chill MC Gets A Nasty Head Injury - Short MC Gets Drunk Off Of Tallness In Bodyswap - MC Has To Get An Organ Removed - MC Likes To Make Bad Cooks Worse - Young MC Is Different From Older MC - MC That's Softly Affectionate - MC Has Allergies/Physical Intolerances But Is Chill About It - MC Loves Exploding Stuff - MC Has Super Bad Eczema - MC Messes With The Linguistic Nerds - MC Loves Cyphers/Coding - MC Who Can’t Sleep Well When Excited About Something - MC Who Has Undergone Extensive Physical Therapy

[nimbostrxtus]

I finally reached my 100 followers milestone!!! (101 by the time of this post) so I wanted to celebrate this achievement by sending all of you my thanks and sincere gratitude to each of those 100 followers. Thank you again, for finding something on here worthy enough of a click that follow button.

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Special Mentions

@azure-steel​ - We have not plotted together on this blog beyond a silly cloudcest gag au (that I still wanna write one of these days :3) but we chat quite a bit on discord and I love listening to you talk about your muse, FFVII as a whole, drama, and the weird shit that goes on in your personal life (someone please write a soap opera about your life. I would binge-watch the hell out of it). I hope the FFVII London Orchestra actually performs in September when things finally calm down because I would totally be ok with meeting up at the venue.

@chaton-encore​ - Thank you for poking my in chat and sending me good vibes whenever I go mute. Sometimes it’s nice to know mutuals do think about you when you need to take short breaks and I really do appreciate it. Your muse was also a pleasant suprise because I didn’t have much of an opinion on Leslie until we started talking and I grew to appreciate him for his role in the story and character depth. I also love your other FFVII muses and how well you handle writing for so many characters. 

@dreamsofasoldier​ - I love your Zack. Your portrayal is spot on to the point it’s uncanny how loyal he is to canon. Our threads give me so many emotions because I’m never experienced Cloud getting so flustered over a romantic partner in the way he fawns over yours. Also, I see a lot of you in your muse. I’m not gonna lie, the first time we properly talked in chat I had to step away from my monitor because I was smiling too much, and the first word that came to my head was, “Puppy~”

@flamedance - Roche was not a character I thought would rank very high on my favourite characters but your writing makes me want to know more about him. You’ve added so many small details and headcanons for a character who disappeared from the game just as quickly as he made his entrance. I love how you match his energy in your writing and how he has this instant effect on Cloud that is so fun to write for. XD

@floralcetra​ - I can only apologize for my lack of writing these past couple of months because I really wanna get back to our thread. Cloud and Aerith having deep discussions about their future plans against Sephiroth, subtle hints to Aerith’s fate, and their growing relationship has been very fun to write. Cloud is very protective of Aerith but is still in the progressing of getting to know what makes her tick and it’s been a delight to see them play off each other.

@hiislegacy​ - Zuti! My bae! My enabler! My problematic twin! My friend who loves all the same weird kinks and fetishes as me. I am so glad I met you on this platform because our conversations get me through the day. Your ideas, ships, starters, replies, or just shoving saucy fanart my way always gets a smile out of me every time I see you in my notifications. We don’t have a lot of threads going on this blog but I still wanted to give you a shot out. I’m only sorry I can’t keep up with all of our threads. <3

@neko-mun-rp​ - (Tackle hugs you to the ground) Your Sephiroth has been a joy to write with. I love all of our aus and the different versions of Sephiroth you come up with for every single scenario. I love Naga Seph. I love Redeemed Seph. I love Chocobo Breeder Seph. I love all Sephs. So soft. So sweet. I hope to get back to writing replies soon because watching you reply to all my threads in a matter of minutes is the best feeling any writing partner could wish for.

@pacifistghost / @onewingedxngel​ - Firstly, I love all of your muses, both canon and ocs. It’s been so much fun getting to know each and everyone one of your characters and coming up with unique scenarios to plot out with them. Secondly, I would be honoured if you wanted to meet up at the FFVII London Orchestra venue when they stop moving the date back (crosses fingers for the new September date).

@pulchralilium - We haven’t been writing for very long but I’ve been enjoying our thread because you took a silly self-indulgent au and gave it depth. I honestly was not expecting that and I love you all the more for it. Aerith approaching Cloud to help with her confidence and Cloud being her reluctant dance teacher. I want to get back to writing soon because I wanna see him starting to warm up to Aerith and looking forward to her next appointment.

@somethingxgreater - Congratulations on being the first (and only) non-ffvii muse I have interacted with since I started this blog. Your writing is amazing and I'm touched by how often you send things into my ask box. Yuna is a sweetheart and Cloud certainly feels a connection with her that reminds him of home. Her soft demeanour but fierce optimism and acceptance of his sudden arrival has garnered his interest (and he would probably fight sin itself when he learns of her pre-determined fate).

@starlightbrawler - My Tifa! My waifu! I’ve been enjoying writing with your muse and exploring Tifa and Cloud’s relationship in-between the main plot of the game and drifting away from canon as their bond grows stronger. I’ve never felt Cloud get so overprotective of another muse, especially one who is more than capable of taking care of himself. But he just wants to keep her safe so badly and is ready to throw hands with every man who dares to approach her. He just loves her so much <3  

[tobeblamed]

3 + 5 + 36

be honest meme .

[ 3 ] what current rp trend do you hate?

ehhhh apart from that, i guess i never really vibed with tiny icons ??  no hate tho, i just personally always considered icons as visual cues to understanding the character’s expression, maybe even point out to specific outfits that they wear?? because that’s what i use icons for .  but i know not everyone has access to such resources, so i totally get why people don’t perceive icons the way i do .  i just happen to have way too many seasons of content so i make good use of it hehe 

[ 5 ] do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? why?

ngl, i enjoy interacting with female ( and non-binary ) muses a lot more, primarily because they tend to challenge dean’s toxic traits and masculinity whereas male muses tend to fuel it ( not always, but most times ) .  toxic masculinity is an integral part to how i write dean and deconstructing it is my favorite past time . 💙   oh yeah and romantic ships lmao

[ 36 ] what’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

reblogging from the source .  i honestly don’t care . 

[darkburning]

HELLO, GOOD-BYE....

# 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  -  independent, private, extremely head-canon based / non canon compliant Mana / Dark Magician Girl. extremely cross-over friendly with heavy focus on her ancient egyption life, her status as high priestess, the next inheritor of the millennium ring, and her eventual rebirth as the DMG. plays off the idea that mana’s most powerful ka is magi magi magician gal that was created when she used the dark powers of the ring. symbolically the DMG is considered her purest self, while magi magi is arguably her most corrupt.  beloved by ailli.

ALTERNATIVE LINKS : verse / wishlist.  about.

QUICK NOTES  / GUIDELINES :

01.   hello, hello this is ailli ! this is an extremely private + reboot of DMG / mana of the original yugioh franchise. it is a very low activity blog and i will prioritize close friends and deeply plotted partners overall. i’ve technically been around this fandom since 2017 under the same url and alias. as for my rules, just follow common rp decorum and we’re good. also this blog has defaulted to BETA EDITOR.

02.    however, please note that it has been YEARS since i have last watched or looked over the series and personal liberties has been taken regarding my portrayal of DMG. i want to explore her character arc in depth, as well as her journey and aftermath following the death of her pharaoh and master. she is NO LONGER the same person that she was depicted in atem’s memories and her personality will revolve around the DMG seen in DOMA by default. naturally there will be exception to this rule depending on plots, but overall this blog will contain a much more mature depiction of DMG, with a strong focus on her connection with the millennium ring + magi magi magician gal.

03.   also i want high priestess mana plots. maybe reincarnated mana too. or atlantis verse.

04.   i’m also extremely lazy lmao, i dunno if this blog will even last. regardless, i will block personals on sight, please don’t interact with my post.

05.  shipping is not a priority in this blog, that is reserved for friends and partners who are interested in plotting something beyond the ship. i am not interested in vague shipping, auto shipping, shipping for the sake of shipping, or changing my portrayal to suit your own interpretation of my muse. this is not fanon mana, she is not here for the sake of being a waifu. she is a complex young women with equally complex needs. please respect that. also, i do not romantically ship dm / dmg or mahad / mana, to me they will always carry a strictly family dynamic.

06.  i am someone who adores plotting okay. i love complex plots, plots that compliments canon, plots that derails from canon, i think plotting is great. my motivation for threads is honestly influenced by context, and if we have that i can definitely go ham. of course, i know not everyone carries my same preference, but i will do my best to accommodate.

07.  i’ve mentioned this multiple times but : i am an extremely canon divergent blog.  regardless on how fanon / how you may perceive my muse, i am free to portray her however i wish. i depict her as an emotionally mature spirit who had plenty of time to grow up. her childish nature is simply an act, and no longer a part of who she was as a person. i seek to explore more then what was given to us by canon. i do not accept shallow preconceptions or vague “waifu” expectations. she is not flirty, she is not seductive, and she is definitely not thirsty. 

08.  moving forward, i will be extremely picky on who i interact / follow on this blog. it is nothing personal if i choose to soft blog, break a mutual follow, if i do not feel myself vibing with you or your muse. mana is already a low-activity blog, and i do not want to force myself with interactions i do not have the energy for. please respect that.

09.  i consider myself a duplicate and OC friendly type of blog. however, please do not steal / copy headcanons of my mana / dmg. being influenced by it, is not a form of a flattery. i may not remember canon, but each headcanon of mine is made with care and deep forethought. it is special to me, and i really do not want to see it engaged elsewhere.

10.  CREDITS : icon border

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies: Chapter Three

Okaaaay I am so fucking sorry it's been awhile, you guys. But you're not here for my life story and personal bullshit, I'm sure (though please do feel free to ask). So here's chapter three. Enjoy... I hope?

Thank you, as always, to @edward-or-ford for being an excellent beta!

Chapter Three: Sex on the Brain Feel you under my skin; middle of the night, wonder if you feel it, too.- All Time Low, Trouble Is

There was a warm body atop Mabel’s, and lips pressed against hers. There were hands grasping her breasts, then one of them traveled down between her legs.

“Mabel,” gasped a voice as the lips traveled down her neck. A pleasant voice. Deep, but not alarmingly so. It was soothing, familiar. Comforting and arousing all at the same time.

One hand pinched her nipple while the other stroked her, and she gasped out quietly.

When she opened her eyes, Dipper leaned down to kiss her again, and-

Mabel woke with a start, disorientated. Her eyes flitted around the dark room, and she remembered she was at Candy’s. Recognizing Grenda’s sleeping form on the floor and Candy’s even breaths beside her, Mabel sighed quietly.

Well. That was certainly disappointing. Those types of dreams were the worst because she hated waking up from them.

She hadn’t always had so many sex dreams. It was a recent development. And frankly, she wasn’t a fan. Yeah, Dipper was sexy, but like. She knew that already. She didn’t need her subconscious waving a big ol’ flag with “REMEMBER HOW SEXY YOUR BRO IS?” emblazoned on it. She could do without that, thanks ever so much.

It was half an hour before she managed to fall back asleep. She definitely didn’t fill her friends in on the details the next day, even though she probably would’ve if the dream had been about literally anybody except her twin brother.

She was quite sure that when Grenda and Candy thought of “sexy” vibes in relation to Mabel, Dipper was the last person on the face of the earth who might be considered for such things.

————

The following morning, Mabel tried her absolute hardest to seem as normal as she possibly could. Y’know, talk without changes in her voice or tone or speech pattern. Gesticulate some but not too much. Talk about non-Dipper things. Definitely not because Mabel was having a great deal of difficulty thinking about anything but Dipper and what his lips and hands and teeth (oh god his teeth) would feel like on various parts of her body. That had zero to do with it.

Of course, normal for Mabel was… odd for other people, to say the least. And that suited her just fine. Really, it did. She rather liked it that way, actually. Normal people were kinda lame.

Still, there were, of course, some aspects of Mabel’s life that she sometimes wished were a bit more normal, she pondered as she brushed her hair in the bathroom mirror. Not entirely, just a bit. She wished she didn’t have to live separately from her sibling. She wished she’d found her soulmate the same way as everyone else rather than having it be a big mystery.

But most all, she wished she’d never developed these stupid feelings for Dipper. They really were stupid. Who gets feelings for their twin, anyway? Like, where did that even come from?

When Mabel thinks of the word “incest”, she pictures royal families trying to keep the bloodlines pure and stereotypical hillbillies and rednecks. What she did not picture was a modern day middle class Californian teenager.

Not that it had gotten to incest levels, of course. Obviously not. In order for anything to happen, Dipper would have to return her feelings, which he decidedly did not. Why would he?

You’re the weirdo, she reminded herself as she set her hairbrush down.

Well. It is what it is, she supposed. No reason to dwell on it.

And on that note, Mabel skipped out of the bathroom, doing a rather excellent job of pretending she was definitely not dwelling on her romantic-but-very-much-unrequited love for her brother.

Not even a little.

————

They didn’t ride in the same car. Of course they didn’t. They never did. She knew, intellectually speaking, that her and Dipper couldn’t be in the same car for the half hour drive from Candy’s to the mountains. Even five minute drives, though, her parents refused.

“What if you get stuck in traffic?” They’d demand whenever she asked if just once, Dipper could take her in his car. It didn’t seem to make a difference that the odds of a traffic jam in a town as small as Gravity Falls were minuscule at best. Eventually, she stopped asking, stopped trying to reason with them.

She wished she could text him during the drive. She couldn’t stop staring at his last message. She didn’t mean to, it was just that she sometimes got into these moods where whenever she stopped looking at his texts, she’d immediately get the irresistible urge to look at them again, even if she knew full well that all she’d see was the fifteen minute old see you in a bit.

Mabel felt bad about the whole thing sometimes. It wasn’t that she’d meant to fall in love. She truly hadn’t. But… Dipper was just so goddamn sweet. He was considerate and kind and he always asked about her day. And when she told him, he actually listened! None of the guys at her school ever did that. They just stared at her boobs while she talked.

It was suuuuuuuper guilt-inducing, though. Like, somewhere near her (it had to be near her or she’d have been going through withdrawal symptoms all her life) was her soulmate. Emotionally healthy people developed crushes on their soulmates even before they turned seventeen and felt the pull.

Evidently, Mabel wasn’t an emotionally healthy person. She’d developed a crush on her twin brother. And then it had developed into this suffocating, desperate, agonizing, all-encompassing consuming love and adoration that she just couldn’t seem to shake.

It was hard not to see him, she mused as she stared at her phone (still black because he hadn’t texted her, obviously; get a grip, Mabel). But then, it was just as hard to actually see him. The urge to touch him was even worse lately.

Sighing and leaning back in her seat, Mabel stared out the window.

She completely missed her father’s solemn gaze flickering to her briefly in the rear view mirror.

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Mabel liked visiting Gravity Falls in the winter. She probably wouldn’t get to see snow otherwise. It was beautiful.

It had snowed in the mountains the night before, and there was frost on the ground and snow on the tops of the trees, the sun bouncing off them and making them shine. The cold air bit her face when she opened the car door, but Dipper’s smile in her direction as he stepped out of his own beat-up sedan made her forget about everything else.

Buzz buzz buzz, said the bees.

Mabel resisted the urge to dance when she saw him.

Or slap her stomach a few times. Maybe the sting of it would numb the stupid fucking bees and their stupid fucking buzzing, for god’s sake, would you shut up already-

She did neither, however (good job, Mabel girl!), instead opting for a definitely-not-nervous-in-the-slightest-so-just-shut-your-mouth smile.

“Why hello, Sir Dippingsauce!” She ambled over to him, telling herself she was doing an excellent job of not being awkward.

How long did she have to keep that up for again? A week? That was… that was fine. She could do a week. She could totally do a week, no problemo (Note: Mabel could not do a week. She could possibly do 2.5 days, and even that was most certainly pushing it, but to suggest as much is incredibly rude, as Mabel was doing her very best to make her mind into a 100% Doubt-Free Zone™).

He put an arm across his stomach, the other rigid at his side, and bowed deeply at the waist with a decidedly snooty expression on his too-attractive-to-be-legal face. “Lady Mabelton,” he greeted. “I trust your carriage ride was pleasant?”

“Indeed, milord. You may rise,” she lifted her hand in a dainty gesture, her nose (which was red from the cold) in the air. He did, grinning. “So, what d’you have planned for me n’ the ‘rents today?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Just a fun little nature walk, I guess. Nothing crazy.”

Mabel shot him double finger guns. “Coolio, bro-lio.”

Their parents were just climbing out of the car. They always took forever. Why did people over the age of twenty-eight always take forever to emerge from a vehicle?

Mabel fiddled with the empty space her right forefinger left in gloves she wore. Gloves were always too big for her as far as finger-length went.

“Soooooo…” she drawled as her parents rounded their car. “Lesgo!”

Running off in a totally random direction, she skidded to a halt at the edge of a clearing. “Yeeeah… might wanna let me lead the way, Mabes. I know my way around pretty well, since I... y’know... live here,” Dipper said with another one of those heart-stopping grins.

Ugh.

Suddenly feeling tremendously uncomfortable again, Mabel laughed awkwardly. “Indeed you do, bro-bro. Indeed you do.” Chill chill chill it’s fine, it’s fine, totally fine up in here.

Dipper walked around Mabel and started down a winding gravel path, definitely neglecting to give her anything that could remotely be classified as “enough space to not have a heart attack”. She followed behind him after several seconds, trying very hard not to stare at his butt.

Again. Dammit.

Mrs. Pines even scolded him a bit. “Careful not touch your sister, Dipper!”

Her voice carried through the trees, and Dipper called out a quick, “kay,” over his shoulder before continuing on. It had been perhaps five minutes. Ten, maybe? Who knew? Time lost meaning when she stared at Dipper too long, and he was walking directly ahead of her. Besides, she had to pay attention to where he was going! She couldn’t really be blamed for staring at him, right?

The path widened significantly after awhile, allowing Dipper to fall back a bit, frosted gravel crunching beneath his sneakers.

“Is it okay if we walk ahead of you, Dipper?” Mr. Pines asked. “Your mother and I would like to look at the scenery a bit more clearly than we can behind you and your sister.”

Dipper nodded. “Yeah, it’s pretty straightforward from here.”

Mr. and Mrs. Pines smiled at him and stepped around him, Mr. Pines patting Dipper’s shoulder affectionately as he walked past.

Dipper fell into step beside Mabel, walking in silence. Mabel inspected her shoes. Some of the frost had gotten on the rhinestones she’d glued to them.

Glancing up in front of her after several minutes, she noticed that their parents had gotten further and further away, far out of earshot.

For the first time in as long as Mabel could remember, they didn’t seem to be paying too much attention to her and Dipper’s interactions.

Blushing furiously at the very idea of being alone with her twin, she looked down at her shoes again. Thank god for the cold. Nobody would question her red face in the cold.

“So,” Dipper said haltingly. Mabel’s head whipped up to face him, her eyes wide. She hadn’t really been expecting him to actually speak, but then she couldn’t very well have not expected it, either. It had just… never occurred to her that he might.

“So?” Mabel said back. Don’t be awkward don’t be awkward don’t be awkward-

“Well, there’s this… thing.”

“Very specific,” Mabel nodded indulgently. “Say no more, brother dear. I know of what you speak.”

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Y-you do?” He stuttered.

Mabel snorted. “Uh, no. Doi. Why would I know?”

He blinked at her. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Guess you… probably wouldn’t, huh?” He looked away and muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t quite catch.

“What was that?” She asked, pushing her hair back behind the ear closest to him, some of the strands catching on her glove.

“Oh, uh. Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Mm...kay?” When he didn’t say anything, just kept staring at her, she spoke up again. “What were you gonna tell me?”

“Oh! Right. Yeah. That. Right.”

“Right. That,” Mabel agreed with a nod, as if she had the slightest idea what he was talking about (note: she did not, in fact, have the slightest idea what he was talking about).

“So, there’s this thing,” Dipper said again.

“Right,” Mabel repeated.

“This thing… that I’ve been kinda meaning to tell you for… well,” he laughed hoarsely. She’d never heard him laugh like that before. “For a few years, actually.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Errhm. Okay. What is it?”

“Okay, so it’s like this,” he started, then stopped and looked up at the sky. “Why me?” He muttered, so quiet she almost didn’t hear him again.

“Okay, Dip, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

He sighed and stopped walking. So did she. His eyes were closed, which was probably a good thing because they really were terribly distracting and whatever he had to tell her seemed pretty important. He turned his face to her again, opening them, something… different in them. Something she’d never seen before. Something she didn’t recognize.

Something urgent and terrifying and nerve-wracking in a way she didn’t entirely understand, and then-

“Kids!” Her dad called out, both parents jogging over to them. Well, okay, it was more like running. Why would they be running? They hadn’t been that far behind, yeesh.

“Shit,” Dipper muttered again, and Mabel turned to him in surprise. He’d tried to talk to her before, too. Before she’d left for Candy’s. Why? What was going on? Was he sick? If he was sick, why couldn’t he tell their parents? Oh god, what if he’d gotten an STD? What if he’d gotten somebody pregnant? No, wait, pregnancy didn’t last “a few years”, which he had said very clearly, so not that. Oh, fuckity fucking fuck, what if he’d found his soulmate?

“What’re you guys talkin’ about?” Their mom asked with a smile that was a bit too tight and didn’t reach her eyes.

Dipper shrugged. “School and whatnot. Just catching up.”

Mabel didn’t understand why he was lying, but, well. Mabel Pines ain’t no snitch, so she nodded and said, “yeppers yeppers Johnny Deppers! The usual, y’know.”

Mr. Pines inclined his head. Mrs. Pines was clasping his hand.

Her knuckles were white.

Their parents didn’t let their children out of their sight for the remainder of the hike.

Mabel could barely speak. She couldn’t even think much of anything.

What if he’d found his soulmate?

The bees never shut up, either.

[biteofwinter-archived]

what ARE alice's views on monogamy, marriage, and relationships??

okay finneeee I GUESS i'll answer that (thank u for asking 💙)

first of all, alice doesn’t tend to comply with social expectations for monogamy. for one, she’s not big on committed relationships unless she’s really committed to the person or people. she’s demiromantic meaning she only feels romantic attraction to people once she’s already built a strong connection with them. so because of that alice isn’t getting into many romantic relationships in the first place simply because she doesn’t allow herself to open up like that to all that many people. that being said, she’s quite chill when it comes to being with people, it’s not a big deal for her until it becomes one (aka when the actual romantic feelings develop). she’s not big on monogamy and is fine with being in open relationships, she’ll be the third if a couple wants to experiment, things along those lines.

on the isle, alice has sort of an interesting kind of omnipresent vibe i feel, she doesn’t make a lot of drama or ever really bring attention to herself if she doesn’t have to and she can go pretty much anywhere for the most part. this means she has a lot more access than the people who stick within their factions. 

in general when it comes to alice being in romantic relationships, alice tends to be in either an open relationship (not being sexually exclusive) or a polyamorous relationship (where in some way or another there are feelings involved for more than one person). she rarely does complete exclusivity with one person, simply because that’s just not her vibe. that being said if her partner felt strongly about being committed to each other exclusively then alice would take it into consideration.

alice is kind of iffy on marriage, obviously her parents weren’t married and they probably hate each other so she has no idea what a healthy marriage looks like cause she doesn’t actually see one until she’s in her twenties. but i think if alice really loved someone and they wanted to get married she’d be okay to get married. alice is more of a life partner(s) type person, just cause of her ethical non-monogamy vibes. the concept of marriage is also kind of weird for alice once she comes over from the isle because she’s a princess and will likely inherit the throne of arendelle one day. so to alice the concept of being married in a traditional sense scares her because she’s not a traditionalist, but there’s something obviously very traditional about becoming queen that she feels like she’d mess up. ya know?

now, onto how other people probably view alice’s non-monogamy. first of all, alice doesn’t care what people think unless there’s an outstanding reason for her to care. (like she kind of cares about what arendelle’s populous thinks of her.) alice probably has a bit of a reputation on the isle for her non-monogamy. if it’s in character for your muse to slut shame her/make a comment about her flings/relationships ect, go ahead. i won’t stop you. all is fair game. alice doesn’t always make an effort to hide what she gets up to so people probably, definetly know.

because this has become an essay i will now pepper in some wishlist items relating to these topics that i would find extra fun to rp should anyone want to:

- polyam relationship please, let alice love on two people at once, she has many love to give

- let alice be the other woman, i am SO down for cheating plots if my rp partner is down for cheating plots (bonus points if theres a third person involved like the other half of the relationship alice messed with)

- gimme a queer platonic partnership

note : when it comes to the actual action of shipping, some ooc discussion is obviously needed just to figure out where our muses are and what the other mun and their muse is up for or not. unless discussed, all ships live in their own little universe but because alice isn’t always exclusive sexually or even romantically there might occasionally be brief mentions of that in rp, so it’s just something my shipping partners and i need to talk about.

edit : part two can be found here

[bisluthq]

imo whatever relationship 1989 is about - be it haylor or swiftgron - wasn't that deep. if swiftgron happened, I think it was deeper than haylor, and its so 🥺🥺🥺, but 1989 just isn't that personal an album. wtny, blank space, bad blood, sio, new romantics are all not abt romantic relationships. clean was billed as getting over an ex, but based on her earlier descriptions of the song, it was more about mental health. yail and hygtg were about her friends. wildest dreams is a general song about her view of relationships at the time. iwyw was inspired by a movie. ayhtdws has major gyllenswift vibes. like swiftgron just...wasn't that serious imo

Exactly. Like RED was a DEEP DIVE into her feelings for Jake. Song after song is just like… Jake Jake Jake. Even the non Jake songs like Begin Again and Holy Ground have shades of Jake because she EXPLICITLY REFERENCES HIM IN BEGIN AGAIN and like come on part of the reason she was so in her feelings about Joe is she was like “remember when this was the thing that occupied my mind instead of this asshole” tbh.

1989 just isn’t like that. There’s not a 10 minute version of Style somewhere lmfao and that’s all there is to say about that.

It’s not a personal album and lyrically it’s not a very clever album. Whatever inspired parts of it - Haylor, Swiftgron, both - wasn’t a life changing love story.

And for the people who are obsessed with it I just recommend streaming Daylight again which - to me at least - says her three loves have been Jake, Calvin and Joe. That doesn’t mean she didn’t care about other people. It doesn’t mean she didn’t really fall fucking hard for Drew and Joe J and didn’t obsess over being a Kennedy and didn’t enjoy her time with Will Anderson or whatever. But like acting like the main 1989 muse is anything other than just another person and is something she’s still caught up in these days - when homegirl deadass sang about red love, black and white love and golden love on main in 2019 - is just lacking taste imho.

[subtlereferencetomyinterests]

Something to Uplift Us

Ao3,  MasterPost

Relationships:  Romantic DLAMPR (Roman-centric, kinda Remus-centric), platonic Creativitwins!!!

Do I like this??? Meh. Is it something that I wrote? Yes. I will heal myself from SVS-R with Fluff.

Warnings: Remus Typical Nonsense, swearing, mentions of being in Quarantine, all sympathetic sides, non-sexual Pole Dancing

Word Count: 2,667 

Roman was the essence of romance and it showed. For his entire existence, he'd been well acquainted with the hypothetical. If he were his own person, if he had a prince of his own, if he had the chance at a romantic relationship, he knew what he would do. Roman knew relationships, he always had, and it had tortured him to know that he'd never have one.

Which was why it frustrated him to no end that he hadn’t been the one to ask out his fellow sides. He’d honestly never thought that it would be an option. When he first developed his feelings for the others- Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus, in that order- he had felt nothing more than excitement. He was giddy, he was light-headed, just to know that he could feel that way. He would spend hours daydreaming, just musing over the way they made his heart stop, but he never hoped for anything to come of it. He wasn’t sad, or mournful, or pining per se- just so caught up in the joy of feelings that he forgot that he could do something with them. 

So he thought about it a lot, suffice to say. And all he had now was time to think; it was nearly month three of quarantine. Roman had wrung his brain out like a sponge for anything new to think about- The Imagination was practically turning gray! He tried to tend to it, truly he did, but it was getting harder every day. Creativity's fellow sides had all busied themselves taking up new hobbies- Virgil was teaching Patton to draw, Janus had learnt embroidery, Logan took up knitting, Remus made trash sculptures… They all seemed to be having their own little renaissance (complete with plague), and what was Roman doing? Wasting valuable free time!

  In a fit of desperation, the artistic trait dived under his large canopy bed, rummaging around until his hand caught on the lip of a cardboard box. With no small amount of effort, he pulled the enormous container out from under his bed so that it could be properly examined. There, piled high in the box, were dozens of notebooks and sketchbooks- all of which filled to the brim with writing, drawings, and poetry. Having no clue what he was specifically looking for, Roman upended the box and watched the contents crash to the floor. Something in here would surely spark his mind! Perhaps some old work would catch his eye and inspire some redraws!

The side hadn't needed to search for long. Right at the top of the pile- bright pink, its cover dotted with puffy heart stickers- sat a large, spiral-bound sketchbook. You could almost see the light bulb pop up over Roman’s head as he squealed and snatched up the sketchbook. Flopping down onto his bed, he flipped it open in one hand and placed the other against his chest. 

“Ooh, some of my best,” he cooed to no one in particular, gaze turned to the dozens of love poems surrounded by little doodles of hearts that filled the pages. This was the journal he’d confided in before the sides had all officially begun their relationship, filled with flowery prose about anything from Janus’ scales to Patton’s smile; from Logan’s laugh to Virgil’s freckles (a rare sight, usually hidden by make-up). Roman was so lost in nostalgia that when the ideas hit him, he nearly fell out of bed in excitement at his own thoughts.

Of course! He could take all of these old writings and compose them together, into one eloquent amalgam that would illustrate perfectly all those things that he’d been unable to articulate in the beginning! And it seemed only fitting that such a soliloquy be delivered in The Imagination- in the most gorgeous scenario he could fabricate! Somewhere open to a starry sky, for his left-brained loves- but it had to have ornate architecture, of course, and it had to be cozy. Oh, it was all coming together now.

Roman leapt out of bed, posing with his hand above his head and sinking deeper into The Mindscape extravagantly. He didn’t waste time looking around at the depressing half-formed scenery, sweeping his arms up and erasing the entirety of his half of The Imagination. Time to get to work.

Remus was stretched across the Commons couch, his head in Janus’ lap and feet in Logan’s. The TV hummed with whatever show they’d thrown on as background noise, and a few feet away at the counter, Patton and Virgil were hovering over some sort of scrapbook.  Nobody had the energy for conversation; nobody had the energy for anything. 

It was magnificently boring. The Duke already filled up an entire sketchbook, written half a dozen shamelessly smutty self-insert fanfictions, constructed and subsequently destroyed eldritch beings in his room, and bothered his boyfriends. So, all that was left to do was doze.

It didn’t help Remus’ tired state that Janus was running his fingers through his hair. The monotonous waking world was finally slipping away. Maybe there was something buried in his dreams that could hold his attention.

But just before sleep took hold, a white-hot energy ran through the trait’s body, jolting him so suddenly that he tumbled off of the couch and onto the floor. His arms and legs were all pins-and-needles as he looked up at his very concerned partners.

“There’s fuckery afoot!” Remus announced, wide-eyed. He pulled himself up and grinned, “You guys stay here!” 

Without so much as a good-bye, Remus threw himself into the ground, saving himself the time of sinking out properly. After a moment’s silence, Janus resumed working on his embroidery. 

“Should we go see what that was about?” Patton asked tentatively. 

“Meh,” the three other sides responded in unison. After a moment, Janus added, “It is Remus, after all.”

Roman’s structure was coming together beautifully! Wide marble columns rose up and held aloft the glimmering silver ceiling, the middle of which was a sky-light open to thousands of stars and a brilliant full moon. Surrounding the opening was a spiral of stone roof- through the gaps of which even more astronomically accurate stars shone!

The inside of the building consisted of an immense mahogany stage, currently cloaked by thick velvet curtains and overlooking plenty of seats. Rather than traditional theater rows, Roman had arranged the seating like lovely cafe tables, all of which were given generous space from each other (Except for two at the very front, of course). Lanterns hung from the walls, casting the space in warm lighting. Creativity currently stood at the very back, thinking that it could use just a little more of something. With a smirk, the side snapped his fingers and the wall of the room was pushed backwards several yards. With a few more flicks of the wrist and dividing columns, a little lobby was formed. 

He’d given the theater room maroon carpeting and rich gray walls, but the new back section needed brighter lighting and a more cream-canary color scheme. Now he could just finish the decor!

Or he would have, if not for the fact that at that moment someone crashed into his ribs with all the grace of a flaming motorbike. 

“BRO!!!”

“ACK-!” was all Roman managed, as all the wind was knocked out of him. He glared up at his brother, who was sitting on his chest. 

“I knew you were up to something! You wiped half of the whole fucking Imagination! What is this!?” 

Roman wheezed, pushed Remus off of his chest, and finally pulled himself off the ground to catch his breath. His brother was spinning around the room already, eyes sparkling as he took in the building.

“I had to blank it, I needed my full focus,” Roman explained, back to work and filling the back wall with tall bookshelves, “and it’s a surprise, so don’t tell the others.”

“Oh, I won’t. Provided you let me in on whatever this is,” Remus had an ear-to-ear grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. After a moment’s consideration, Roman hummed.

“I’m doing something nice for our boyfriends. I think we all could use a little pick-me-up, so do not ruin this!”

“I wanna do something nice for them! Lemme help!” 

“You don’t even know what it’s for! Plus, it’s personal!”

“I already asked what it was for, Stupid.”

Roman huffed.

“I wrote them something. Hence the stage.”

“So, what, you’re gonna bring them all into your fancy library-opera for your poetry orgy and I sit in a corner somewhere and be quiet?”

“Ideally.”

“Not a chance, Whore!” Remus swung himself up onto the concession stand that Roman had just created, tearing into a box of candy (food made in The Imagination always tasted weirder than food or ingredients they conjured elsewhere in the Mindscape, but he didn’t particularly mind). 

“Fine. What do you want to do?” Roman challenged, hands on his hips.

“I. Want. To. Help.”

Roman raised his eyebrows doubtfully. Grumbling, his twin started gesturing around the room as he spoke.

“The stars are too bright, they take the focus away from the stage instead of accenting it. The color of the curtains are too similar to the carpet. You’ve got Corinthian shit in there and bookstore lobby vibes in here, which is garbage and inconsistent.”

Roman blinked, his eyes following along with Remus’ criticism. 

“Hm. You have a point.”

“I’m Creativity too, you know. I have some taste.” The Duke said, gnawing on the cardboard box that had contained Imagination Candy moments before. 

“You’re wearing crocs and jorts, simultaneously.”

Remus waved his hand dismissively, hopping off the counter and rushing across the room.

“Whatever. Come on, I’ve got an idea how I can accompany your performance, too.”

“Oh, goody.”

Hours had past and little had changed in the Mindscape living room- Virgil and Patton had finished up their scrapbooking and were curled up together in an armchair, so Logan was sitting at the counter space previously occupied by the two and clacking away on his laptop, and Janus hadn’t moved. The muddled energy of the room had remained pervasive.

That was, until the door to the imagination slammed open, the doorknob cracking against the wall. Four heads shot up to see Remus and Roman, standing side-by-side (quite looking the part of identical twins, matching smiles and all). 

“Oh god,” Janus groaned instinctively, carefully setting his embroidery on a side table, “What did you two do?”

“Yeah, I don’t trust that look,” Virgil said.

The twins scoffed in mock-offense, continuing their odd coordination.

“We try to do something nice,” exclaimed Remus.

“And not so much as a ‘thank you,’” added Roman solemnly. Eyes were rolled, but Patton perked up considerably (just as planned). 

“Ooo, what are you talking about?” 

“It’s a surprise!” Said The Duke, bouncing up and down. Creativity Prime gave a sweeping motion to indicate the still-open door to the Imagination, which had been steadily seeping into the common room with a bright new energy that it had been lacking for days. 

“Follow us,” he instructed, disappearing through the door once more with Remus at his back. Patton bounced after them immediately, grinning. 

The three left-brained sides exchanged glances, shrugged, and followed suit. 

The twins were backstage in an instant, trusting their partners to figure out where their seats were on their own. Roman began pacing around as soon as they finished warming up. 

“Are you sure you can do this? I’m still not sure if your performance is well-suited to acoustic guitar-”

He was cut off by Remus groaning exaggeratedly.

“I can work with anything, bitch.” 

“Right, right,” There was a beat. “You’re sure you’re ready?”

“I’ve been ready. What’s going on with you?”

Rather than responding, Roman did another lap around the stage. 

“C’mon! Stop pacing before I take a bonesaw to your legs!”

“Okay! Alright! I’m ready!”

Before Remus could come up with any more gruesome threats, Roman snapped his fingers and the curtains began to rise. He took his place half-sitting on a stool up front, a guitar in his arms. Behind him, Remus stood between two sturdy metal poles that rose from the stage and into the ceiling. You can already see where this is going.

When the stage was fully revealed, the lights above the audience dimmed. Figuring that the show would be rather awkward if said audience consisted of four people, the Creativities had The Imagination render dozens of prop-people. They moved and acted like a crowd of humans, but each individual was too vague to focus on for long. Thus it was made very clear where their fellow sides were, sitting right up front with a wide array of expressions from amazed to amused to bewildered.

Roman took a moment to steel himself and then began playing. Originally, he’d planned on spoken-word for his loves, but traditionally there is music involved in pole-dancing, so he’d made a few adjustments in order for Remus to be able to contribute. 

Roman started singing, melting as the gazes of the real audience members turned awestruck (and also very flushed, likely from whatever surprisingly impressive poses his brother was pulling behind him). He liked to think that he poured his heart out into every performance, but for this one it felt quite literal. 

Roman’s voice picked up gradually, and he could vaguely hear metal clanging behind him. It went on like that for a good few minutes- because if there was one thing the Twins weren’t, it was brief- before the show finally concluded. Roman stalled for a moment as both the imaginary and real components of the audience applauded uproariously. Remus swung down from the pole and hopped over to him.

“We bow now, Dumbass,” he hissed, noticeably out of breath.

“Oh- right.”

They took hands and took a couple bows as the clapping died down, standing back up with wide grins and red faces. 

As soon as the auditorium was relatively silent, Patton rushed the stage. He outstretched his arms and hopped up and down excitedly.

“Lemme up!” 

Roman grabbed his hands and pulled him on stage while Remus was still attempting to catch his breath. Morality leaned down to give The Prince a brief kiss, and then bounced over to the much more exhausted half of the act to give him the same treatment. He was grinning so wide that it looked painful, his face a bright pink. The Duke wore a matching expression, but the smile was much more unnatural in that preferred way of his.

“So you liked it?”

Rather than verbally responding, Patton grabbed the hands of both Creativities and made a cheerful ribbiting sound.

“It was wonderful,” Logan supplied, climbing the stairs on the side of the stage to meet them, Virgil and Janus right behind him. He was much less outwardly enthusiastic as the other spectacled side, but no less appreciative.

“Yeah, did you guys put all this together today?” Virgil asked, throwing an arm around Roman’s shoulders. 

“What else did we have to do?” Remus answered with a shrug. 

“Good point.”

Janus cleared his throat lightly, immediately drawing everyone’s attention. His eyes were noticeably rimmed with redness, a small smile on his face as he outstretched all of his arms.

“Here, all of you, now.”

Patton cooed.

“Group hug!” 

Fitting six people into one hug may seem awkward, but it always seemed to work out for the sides. At least, Roman thought so. Virgil would fake exasperation at the affection, but they could all tell he loved it. Logan would try to maintain his dignity and fail miserably. Patton was a ball of warmth and energy that seeped into the rest of them. Janus was by far the best at giving hugs, though it could be considered cheating to have extra limbs.

At that moment it hit Roman that, perhaps he hadn’t started this relationship, but he was still a part of it. And that was all he could ever want.

These    Performances    inspired Remus’. They are oddly calming to watch, and super impressive!

@shrimp-crockpot